O Lord, we know it matters not
How sweet the song may be;
No heart but of the Spirit taught
Makes melody to Thee.

Then teach Thy gathered saints, O Lord,
To worship in Thy fear;
And let Thy grace mould every word
That meets Thy holy ear.

Thou hast by blood made sinners meet
As saints in light, to come
And worship at the mercy-seat,
Before th’ eternal throne.

Thy precious name is all we show,
Our only passport, Lord;
And full assurance now we know,
Confiding in Thy word.

O largely give, ’tis all Thy own,
The Spirit’s goodly fruit:
Praise, issuing forth in life, alone
Our living Lord can suit.

Come, saints, your grateful voices raise,
For grace’s boundless store;
Dwell on the Lamb’s unchanging love,
And praise Him evermore.

His mercy who our ransom paid,
And all our sorrows bore,
Sing with a note of loftiest joy,
And praise Him evermore.

Soon the redeeming Lord shall come
For us whose sins He bore,
To see the glories of the Lamb,
And praise Him evermore.

Then endless praise our lips shall move,
And joy our spirits fill;
The objects of His love divine,
Oh who that joy can tell?

O God, how wide Thy glory shines,
How high Thy wonders rise!
Known through the earth by thousand signs,
By thousands through the skies.

Those mighty orbs proclaim Thy power
Their motions speak Thy skill:
And on the wings of every hour,
We read Thy patience still.

Part of Thy name divinely stands
On every work impressed;
Each is the labor of Thy hands,
By each Thy power’s confessed.

But when we view Thy strange design
To save rebellious worms,
Where vengeance and compassion join
In their divinest forms:

Here Thy bright character is known,
Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brightest shone–
The justice or the grace.

Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heavenly throne,
While saints on earth that know His name,
Their Lord and Savior own.

How blest are we, who have a part
In the immortal song;
Wonder and joy become our heart,
And praise and thanks, our tongue.

High, in the Father’s house above,
Our mansion is prepared;
There is the home, the rest we love,
And there our bright reward.

With Him we love, in spotless white,
In glory we shall shine;
His blissful presence our delight,
In live and joy divine.

All taint of sin shall be removed,
All evil done away:
And we shall dwell with God’s Beloved,
Through God’s eternal day.

Let saints on earth their anthems raise,
Who taste the Savior’s grace;
Sing, till in heaven they tune His praise,
And hail Him "Prince of Peace."

Praise Him who laid His glory by
For man’s apostate race;
Praise Him who stooped to bleed and die,
And hail Him "Prince of Peace."

We soon shall reach the blissful shore,
And view His glorious face:
His name for ever to adore,
And hail Him "Prince of Peace."

Now may the God of peace and love,
Who from the silent grave
Brought back the Shepherd of the sheep,
Omnipotent to save–

Through the rich merits of that blood
Which He on Calvary spilt,
To make the gracious work secure,
On which our hopes are built–

Perfect our souls in every grace,
To do His blessed will,
And all that’s pleasing in His sight
Inspire us to fulfil.

For His, the risen Shepherd’s sake,
We every blessing pray;
With glory let His name be crowned
Through heaven’s eternal day.

With joy we meditate the grace
Of God’s High Priest above;
His heart is filled with tenderness,
His very name in Love.

Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame:
He knows what sorest trials mean,
For He had felt the same.

But spotless, undefiled, and pure,
The great Redeemed stood,
While Satan’s fiery darts He bore,
And did resist to blood.

He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Poured out His cries and tears,
And, though ascended, feels afresh
What every member bears.

Then boldly let our faith address
The throne of grace and power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In every needed hour.

The God who dwells above, we call
Our Father and our Friend;
And , blessed thought! His children all
Shall see Him in the end.

Though now dispersed, the day will come
When He who made us His
Will call us hence, and take us home
To see Him as He is.

Though now unknown, we then shall be
The sons of God confessed,
Those who disown us then shall see
How richly we are blest.

Then let us, brethren, while on earth,
With foes and strangers mixed,
Be mindful of our heavenly birth,
Our thoughts on glory fixed.

That we should glorify Him here
Our Father’s purpose is:
Whene’er the Savior shall appear
He’ll own us His.

Jesus, our Lord! we know Thy name,
Thy name is all our trust;
Thou wilt not put our souls to shame,
Nor let our hope be lost.

Firm as Thy life the promise stands,
And Thou canst well secure
What we’ve committed to Thy hands,
Till the appointed hour.

Then wilt Thou own us each by name
Before Thy Father’s face;
And in the new Jerusalem
Give us our blood-bought place.

The veil is rent:–our souls draw near
Unto a throne of grace;
The merits of the Lord appear,
They fill the holy place.

His precious blood has spoken there,
Before and on the throne:
And His own wounds in heaven declare,
The atoning work is done.

‘Tis finished!–here our souls have rest,
His work can never fail:
By Him, our Sacrifice and Priest,
We pass within the veil.

Within the holiest of all,
Cleansed by His precious blood,
Before the throne we prostrate fall,
And worship Thee, O God!

Boldly the heart and voice we raise,
His blood, His name, our plea;
Assured our prayers and songs of praise
Ascend, by Christ, to Thee.

Look, look, ye saints, within the veil
And raise your happy song;
Your joys can never, never fail,
For you to Christ belong.

O happy saints, for ever freed
From guilt and every care;
Dwell, dwell with your exalted Head,
And let your life be there.

And glory in you Lord and God;
See, see Him as He is;
Your robes are spotless through His blood,
Your happiness is His.

O think not of this world of woe,
Though subject still to grief;
But seek your portion there to know,
For this will give relief.

Aye trust, for ever trust in God,
For every promise given;
And dwell with Him through Jesus’ blood
Within the veil of heaven.

Jesus, Thy head, once crowned with thorns,
Is crowned with glory now;
Heaven’s royal diadem adorns
The mighty Victor’s brow.

Thou glorious light of courts above,
Joy of the saints below,
To us still manifest Thy love,
That we its depths may know.

To us Thy cross with all its shame,
With all its grace be given;
Though earth disowns Thy lowly name,
God honors it in heaven.

Who suffer with Thee, Lord, below,
Shall reign with Thee above;
Then let it be our joy to know
This way of peace and love.

To us Thy cross is life and health;
‘Twas shame and death to Thee;
Our present glory, joy, and wealth,
Our everlasting stay.

Since Thou, the everlasting God,
Our Father art become;
Jesus, our Guardian and Friend,
And heaven our final home:

We welcome all Thy sovereign will,
For all that will is love;
And when we know not what Thou dost,
We wait the light above.

Thy gracious love, in all our need,
Shall heavenly light impart;
And be our theme of endless praise
When all things else depart.

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

It makes the wounded spirit whole,
It calms the troubled breast;
‘Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

Blest name! the rock on which we build,
Our shield and hiding-place;
Our never-failing treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace.

Jesus! our Savior, Shepherd, Friend,
Thou Prophet, Priest, and King;
Our Lord, our Life, our Way, our End,
Accept the praise we bring.

Weak is the effort of our heart,
And cold our warmest thought;
But when we see Thee as Thou art,
We’ll praise Thee as we ought.

Till then we would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And triumph in Thy blessed name
Which quells the power of death.

SALVATION! O the joyful sound!
What pleasure to our ears!
A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.
CHOROUS:
Glory, honor, praise and power,
Be unto the Lamb for ever;
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer,
Hallelujah, praise ye the Lord.

Salvation! O ascended Lamb,
To Thee the praise belongs!
Salvation shall inspire our hearts,
And dwell upon our tongues.

Lord, e’en to death Thy love could go,
A death of shame and loss,
To vanquish for us every foe,
And break the strong man’s force.

Oh! what a load was Thine to bear
Alone in that dark hour,
Our sins in all their terror there,
God’s wrath and Satan’s power.

The storm that bowed Thy blessed head
Is hushed for ever now,
And rest divine is ours instead,
Whilst glory crowns Thy brow.

Within the Father’s house on high
We soon shall sing Thy praise,
But here where Thou didst bleed and die,
We learn that song to raise.

"No condemnation!"–precious word!
Consider it, my soul!
Thy sins were all on Jesus laid;
His stripes have made thee whole.

In heaven the blood for ever speaks
In God’s omniscient ear;
The saints, as jewels on His heart,
Jesus doth ever bear.

"No condemnation!"–O my soul,
‘Tis God that speaks the word,
Perfect in comeliness art thou
In Christ, the risen Lord.

Teach me, O God, to fix mine eyes
On Christ, the spotless Lamb,
So shall I love Thy precious will,
And glorify His name.

‘Twas past and o’er, that dreadful pain
When forth the life-blood flowed
That washed our souls from every stain,
That paid the debt we owed.

Cleansed from our sins, renewed by grace,
Thy royal throne above,
Blest Savior, is our destined place,
Our portion there, Thy love.

Thine eye in that bright cloudless day,
Shall, with supreme delight,
Thy fair and glorious bride survey,
Unblemished in Thy sight.

Lord! who can pay the mighty debt
Of love so rich as Thine?
Love, which surpasseth finding out,
Unspeakable, divine!

O rather give us, daily, more–
More every hour–to see
That such a bounteous Giver Thou,
We must Thy debtors be.

Lord Jesus! when we think of Thee.
Of all Thy love and grace,
Our spirits long and fain would see
Thy beauty face to face.

And though the wilderness we tread,
A barren, thirsty ground,
With thorns and briers overspread,
Where foes and snares abound;

Yet in Thy love such depths we see,
Our souls o’erflow with praise–
Content ourselves, while, Lord, to Thee
A joyful song we raise.

Our Lord, our Life, our Rest, our Shield,
Our Rock, our Food, our Light;
Each thought of Thee doth constant yield
Unchanging, fresh delight.

Blest Savior, keep our spirits stayed,
Hard following after Thee,
Till we, in robes of white arrayed,
Thy face in glory see.

O Lord! when we the path retrace
Which Thou on earth hast trod,
To man Thy wondrous love and grace,
Thy faithfulness to God;

Thy love, by man so sorely tried,
Proved stronger than the grave;
The very spear that pierced Thy side
Drew forth the blood to save;

Faithful amidst unfaithfulness,
‘Mid darkness only light,
Thou didst Thy Father’s name confess,
And in His will delight;

Unmoved by Satan’s subtle wiles,
Or suffering, shame and loss,
Thy path uncheered by earthly smiles,
Led only to the cross:–

We wonder at Thy lowly mind,
And fain would like Thee be,
And all our rest and pleasure find
In learning more of Thee.

Hark, the glad sound! the Savior comes!
The Savior promised long:
Take up the word, ye saved saints,
Renew the gladsome song.

He comes! creation to release,
In Satan’s bondage held;
The tyrant’s thralldom to destroy,
And make th’ usurper yield.

He comes! the mighty foe to bind,
The groaning earth to free,
While (chief of all His goodness gives)
Himself its Lord shall be.

Hosannas glad, Thou Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And all creation shall rejoice
In Thy beloved name.

A mind at perfect peace with God:
Oh, what a word is this!
A sinner reconciled through blood:
This, this indeed is peace!

By nature and by practice far,
How very far from God!
Yet now by grace brought nigh to Him,
Through faith in Jesus’ blood.

So nigh, so very nigh to God,
More near I cannot be;
For in the person of His Son,
I am as near as He.

So dear, so very dear to God,
More dear I cannot be;
The love wherewith He loves the Son,
Such is His love to me.

Why should I ever careful be,
Since such a God is mine?
He watches o’er me night and day,
And tells me, "Thou art Mine."

Wisdom! Jehovah’s first delight,
The everlasting Son!
Before the first of all His works,
Creation, was begun;

Before the skies and watery clouds,
Before the solid land;
Before the fields, before the floods,
Thou wast at His right hand!

When He adorned the arch of heaven
And built it, Thou wast there,
To order where the sun should rise,
And marshal every star.

When ocean’s bed was measured out,
And spread the hoary deep,
Thou gav’st the flood a firm decree
In its own bounds to keep.

When, hung amid the empty space,
The earth was balanced well,
With joy Thou saw’st the mansion where
The sons of men should dwell.

Jesus! from everlasting days
Thy thoughts upon us ran;
Ere sin was known, ere Adam’s dust
Was fashioned into man.

"Praise ye the Lord," again, again,
The Spirit strikes the chord;
Nor toucheth He our hearts in vain;
We praise, we praise the Lord.

"Rejoice in Him," again, again,
The Spirit speaks the word,
And faith takes up the happy strain;
Our joy is in the Lord.

"Stand fast in Christ"; ah! yet again
He teacheth all the band;
If human efforts are in vain,
In Christ it is we stand.

"Clean every whit"; Thou saidst it, Lord;
Shall one suspicion lurk?
Thine, surely is a faithful word,
And Thine a finished work.

For ever be the glory given
To Thee, O Lamb of God!
Our every joy on earth in heaven,
We owe it to Thy blood.

O gracious Father! God of love,
We own Thy power to save,
That power by which the Shepherd rose
Victorious o’er the grave.

Him from the dead Thou brought’st again,
When, by His sacred blood,
Confirmed and sealed for evermore,
Th’ eternal cov’nant stood.

O may Thy Spirit guide our souls,
And mould them to Thy will,
That from Thy paths we ne’er may stray,
But keep Thy precepts still!

That to the Savior’s stature full
We nearer still may rise,
And all we think, and all we do
Be pleasing in Thy eyes.

When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I’m lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
To taste those gifts with joy.

Through every period of my life
The goodness I’ll pursue;
The desert past, in glory bright,
The precious theme renew.

Through all eternity to Thee
A joyful song I’ll raise;
But, oh! eternity’s too short
To utter all Thy praise.

Ye trembling saints who love the Lord,
Chase all your fears away;
For lo! the tomb is empty now–
The place where Jesus lay.

Thus low the Lord of life was brought,
Such wonders love can do;
There cold in death that bosom lay
Which throbbed and bled for you.

Then raise your eyes, and tune your songs,
For Jesus lives again;
Not all the powers of death and hell
The Savior could detain.

Exalted far above the skies,
Behold your living Head,
The Lord upon the Father’s throne,
Who dwelt among the dead.

Well may we sing! with triumph sing,
The great Redeemer’s praise!
The glories of the living God,
Revealed in Jesus’ face.

The love of God it was that sought
From sin to set us free;
That gave the Son, whose precious blood
Has wrought our liberty.

In Him we read the Father’s love,
And find eternal peace;
We meet in Him a Savior-God,
And fear and terror cease.

Then gladly sing, and sound abroad
The great Redeemer’s praise;
The glories of the living God,
The riches of His grace!

All things that God or man could wish,
In Jesus richly meet;
Not to our eyes is light so dear,
No earthly tie so sweet.

O may His name still cheer our hearts
And shed its fragrance there!
The sweetest balm of every wound,
The cure of every care.