To us our God His love commends,
When by our sins undone;
That He might spare His enemies,
He would not spare His Son;

His only Son, on whom was placed
His whole delight and love,
Before He formed the earth below,
Or spread the heavens above.

Our sorrows and our guilt to bear,
Our judgment to sustain;
He came, upon the tree to die,
That we might life obtain.

His word assures He’ll quickly come,
For this His brethren pray;
The whole creation for it groans,
Come, Lord, without delay!

O blessed Lord, what hast Thou done?
How vast a ransom given?
Thyself of God th’ eternal Son;
The Lord of earth and heaven.

The Father in His gracious love,
Did spare Thee from His side;
And Thou didst stoop to bear above,
At such a cost, Thy bride.

Lord, while our souls in faith repose
Upon Thy precious blood,
Peace like an even river flows,
And mercy, like a flood.

But boundless joy shall fill our hearts,
When gazing on Thy face,
We fully see what faith imparts,
And glory crowns Thy grace.

Unseen, we love Thee; dear Thy name;
But when our eyes behold,
With joyful wonder we’ll exclaim,
"The half has not been told!"

For Thou exceedest all the fame
Our ears have ever heard;
How happy we who know Thy name,
And trust Thy faithful word!

How can we sink with such a prop,
As the eternal God,
Who bears the earth’s huge pillars up
And spread the heavens abroad?

How can we die if Jesus lives,
As risen from the dead,
Since life and grace our souls receive
In our exalted Head?

All that we are, and all we have,
Shall be for ever Thine;
And all a cheerful heart could give,
Our willing hands resign.

And could we yet make some reserve,
And duty did not call,
We love Thee, Lord, with such a love,
That we would give it all.

Jesus! O name divinely sweet!
How soothing is the sound!
What joyful news, what heavenly power
In that blest name is found.

Our souls, as guilty and condemned,
In hopeless fetters lay;
Our souls with countless sins defiled
Of death and hell the prey.

Jesus, to purge away our guilt,
A willing victim fell,
And on His cross triumphant broke
The bands of death and hell.

O teach us more of Thy blest ways,
Thou holy Lamb of God!
And fix and root us in Thy grace,
As those redeemed by blood.

O tell us often of Thy love,
Of all Thy grief and pain;
And let our hearts with joy confess
That thence comes all our gain.

For this, O may we freely count
Whate’er we have but loss;
The dearest object of our love,
Compared with Thee, but dross.

Engrave this deeply on our hearts
With an eternal pen,
That we may, in some small degree,
Return Thy love again.

The gloomy night will soon be past,
The morning will appear;
The harbinger of day at last
Each waiting eye will cheer.

Thou Bright and Morning Star, Thy light
Will to our joy be seen;
Thou, Lord, wilt meet our longing sight,
Without a cloud between.

When Israel, by divine command,
The pathless desert trod,
They found, throughout the barren land,
A sure resource in God.

A cloudy pillar marked the road,
And screened them from the heat;
From the hard rock the water flowed,
And manna was their meat.

Like them, we have a rest in view,
Secure from hostile powers:
Like them, we pass a desert too,
But Israel’s ‘God is ours.

His word a light before us spreads,
By which our path we see;
His love, a banner o’er our heads,
From harm preserves us free.

Jesus, the Bread of life, is given
To be our daily food;
Within us dwells that well from heaven,
The Spirit of our God.

Lord, ’tis enough, we ask no more;
Thy grace around us pours
Its rich and unexhausted store,
And all its joy is ours.

God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.

(Ye fearful saints fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.)

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

Arm of the Lord, whose wondrous power
The world and all things made,
Thou art our Rock, our Shield, our Tower
Our ransom Thou hast paid.

Revealer of the Father’s love,
His glory and His power;
Upholding all things now above,
Till the appointed hour–

That hour when all Thy foes to Thee
A footstool shall be given;
Thy praise Thy people’s food shall be;
Their place with Thee in heaven.

Lord, we shall see Thee as Thou art
In yonder mansions fair,
We shall behold Thee face to face,
Thy glorious image bear.

With what delight, what wond’ring love,
Each thrilling heart shall swell,
When we, as sharers of Thy joy,
Are called in heav’n to dwell!

O hasten, hasten on that hour,
And call us to Thy seat;
Lord, Thou without us ne’er wilt count
Thy joy and work complete.

O Lord! we would delight in Thee,
And on Thy care depend;
To Thee in every trouble flee,
Our safe, unfailing Friend.

When human cisterns are all dried,
Thy fulness is the same;
May we with this be satisfied,
And glory in Thy name.

No good in creatures can be found,
All, all is found in Thee;
We must have all things and abound,
Through Thy sufficiency.

Thou that hast made our heaven secure,
Wilt here all good provide;
While Christ is rich, can we be poor?
Christ who for us has died!

O Lord! we cast each care on Thee,
And triumph and adore;
O that our great concern may be
To love and praise Thee more.

That we are seen, O God, by Thee–
This is our happy lot–
Presented faultless to Thine eye,
And all our sins forgot.

Each hour of joy, this is the light
Which shines on all our ways;
And in affliction’s deepest gloom
Its power it still displays.

Then cheerfully through life we pass;
And if we’re called to die,
The valley’s shade we will not dread,
For Thou wilt still be nigh.

O what a gift the Father gave
When He bestowed His Son!
To save poor ruined, guilty man,
By sin defiled, undone.

For I was lost and vile indeed!
To sin a willing prey,
Till God in mercy interposed,
And turned my night to day.

Now I can call the Savior mine,
Though all unworthy still;
I’m sheltered by His precious blood
Beyond the reach of ill.

Come, all who trust in Jesus, now,
And tell our joys abroad;
Let thankful hymns of praise ascend
For Christ the gift of God.

See! see, the blessed Savior comes,
The God of love and grace;
With Him we spend eternity
In triumph and in praise.

For ever our still wondering eyes
Shall o’er His beauties rove;
To endless ages we’ll adore
The riches of His love!

Blest Father, infinite in grace,
Source of eternal joy;
Thou lean’st our hearts to that blest place
Where rest’s without alloy.

There will Thy love find perfect rest,
Where all around is bliss,
And, filled with Thee, the constant mind
Eternally is blest.

Eternal love their portion is,
Where love has found its rest;
And, filled with Thee, the constant mind
Eternally is blest.

There Christ, the center of the throng.
Shall in His glory shine;
But not an eye those hosts among
But sees His glory Thine.

The counsels too in all Thine own,
Fulfilled by power divine,
Spread wide the glory of Thy throne,
Where all in glory shine.

Yet deeper, if a calmer, joy
The Father’s love shall raise,
And every heart find sweet employ
In His eternal praise.

Nor is its sweetness now unknown,
Well proved in what it’s done;
Our Father’s love with joy we own,
Revealed in Christ the Son.

Lord Jesus Christ, our Savior Thou,
With joy we worship Thee,
We know Thou hast redeemed us,
By dying on the tree.

We know the love that brought Thee down,
Down from that bliss in high,
To meet our ruined souls in need,
On Calvary’s cross to die.

Our Savior Jesus–Lord Thou art,
Eternal is Thy love;
Eternal, too, our songs of praise
When with Thee, Lord, above.

E’en now we praise the grace divine,
The love that shines on Thee;
The rich One Thou–for us made poor,
By death to set us free.

We praise, we worship, we adore,
As round Thyself we meet;
Thy beauty, Lord, our souls transports,
While bowing at Thy feet.

Our theme of praise art Thou alone,
Thy cross, Thy work, Thy word:
Oh! who can fathom all Thy love,
Thou living blessed Lord?

And art Thou with us, gracious Lord,
To dissipate our fear?
Dost Thou proclaim Thyself our God,
Our Father ever near?

With such support our souls may rest,
And banish every care;
The darkest path is cheered with smiles,
Since Thou art with us there.

Alas! and did my Savior bleed!
And did my Savior die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

Was it for crimes that I have done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity, grace unknown,
And love beyond degree!

Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When the Incarnate Maker died
For man His creature’s sin.