O Jesus, gracious Savior,
Upon the Father’s throne–
Whose wondrous love and favor
Have made our cause Thine own;
Thy people to Thee ever
For grace and help repair,
For Thou, they know, wilt never
Refuse their griefs to share.

O Lord, through tribulation
Our pilgrim-journey lies,
Through scorn and sore temptation,
And watchful enemies;
Midst never-ceasing dangers
We through the desert roam;
As pilgrims here and strangers
We seek the rest to come.

O Lord, Thou too once hasted
This weary desert through,
Once fully tried and tasted
Its bitterness and woe;
And hence Thy heart is tender
In truest sympathy,
Though now the heavens render
All praise to Thee on high.

O by Thy Holy Spirit
Reveal in us Thy love,
The joy we shall inherit
With Thee, our Head above;
May all this consolation
Our trembling hearts sustain–
Sure–though through tribulation–
The promised rest to gain.

We go to meet the Savior,
His glorious face to see;
What manner of behavior
Doth with this hope agree?
May God’s illumination
Guide heart and walk aright;
That so our preparation
Be pleasing in His sight.

We’d gladly while the hours,
Till night shall pass away,
And chant with all our powers
The blessings of that day;
To Thee, the Lord of glory,
We’d raise the happy song,
And make Thy love’s bright story
The theme of every tongue.

Not sinful man’s endeavor,
Nor any mortal’s care,
Could draw Thy sovereign favor
To sinners in despair;
Uncalled, Thou cam’st with gladness,
Us from the fall to raise,
And change our grief and sadness
To songs of joy and praise.

All praise and glory, Jesus,
Be Thine for evermore!
Thou didst from guilt release us,
Our souls Thou dost restore;
And oh! Thy grace transcending
Its’ fulness will declare,
When, from on high descending,
We meet Thee in the air.

The Lord of life is risen,
Has left the darksome grave,
And, death by Him abolished,
And we with Him are risen,
The fruit of all His toil,
The firstfruits of His harvest,
His suffering’s richest spoil.

The Lord of life is seated
At God’s right hand on high–
God’s just and righteous answer
To grace which stooped to die;
In Him we too are seated,
Oh blessed, wondrous grace!
Accepted and beloved,
In Him, in sonship’s place.

The Lord of life is coming
To perfect all His grace;
To take His blood-bought people
To fill their heavenly place;
Oh! with what joy ascending
We’ll meet Him in the air,
To dwell with Him in glory,
And His blest image bear.

Ere God had built the mountains,
Or raised the fruitful hills;
Before He filled the fountains
That feed the running rills;
In Thee, from everlasting,
The wonderful I AM
Found pleasures never wasting,
And Wisdom is Thy name.

When like a tent to dwell in,
He spread the skies abroad,
And swathed about the swelling
Of ocean’s mighty flood,
He wrought by weight and measure;
And Thou wast with Him then;
Thyself the Father’s pleasure,
And Thine the sons of men.

And couldst Thou be delighted
With creatures such as we,
Who, when we saw Thee, slighted
And nailed Thee to a tree?
Unfathomable wonder!
And mystery divine!
The voice that speaks in thunder
Says, "Sinner, I am thine!"

O Jesus Christ, the Savior,
We only look to Thee;
‘Tis in Thy love and favor
Our souls find liberty.
When Satan seeks to sift us,
And shipwreck we might fear,
‘Tis this o’er all will lift us,
That Thou art ever near.

Yes, though the tempest round us
Seems safety to defy;
Though rocks and shoals surround us,
And billows swell on high–
Thou dost from all protest us,
And cheer us by Thy love;
Thy counsels still direct us
Safe to the rest above.

There with what joy reviewing
Past conflicts, dangers, fears,
Thy hand our foes subduing,
And drying all our tears,
Our hearts with rapture burning,
The path we shall retrace,
Where now our souls are learning
The riches of Thy grace.

Hail to the Lord’s anointed!
Great David’s greater Son:
When to the time appointed
The rolling years shall run,
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free;
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.

The heavens–which now conceal Him
In counsels deep and wise–
In glory shall reveal Him
To our adoring eyes;
He who with hands uplifted
Went from the earth below,
Shall come again all gifted,
His blessings to bestow.

He shall come down like showers
Upon the new-mown grass,
And joy and hope, like flowers,
Spring up where He doth pass.
Before Him, on the mountains,
Shall Peace, the herald go;
And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.

Kings shall fall down before Him,
And gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore Him,
His praise all people sing,
Outstretched His wide dominion
O’er river, sea, and shore,
Far as the eagle’s pinion,
Or dove’s light wing can soar.

O Lord, how blest our journey,
Though here on earth we roam,
Who find in Abba’s favor
Our spirit’s present home:
For where Thou now art sitting
By faith we’ve found repose,
Free to look up to heaven,
Since our blest Head arose.

In spirit there already;
Soon we ourselves shall be
In soul and body perfect,
All glorified with Thee:
Thy Father’s love sustains us
Along the thorny way,
Thy Father’s house, the dwelling
Made ready for that day.

The Comforter, now present,
Assures us of Thy love;
He is the blessed earnest
Of glory there above;
The river of Thy pleasure
Is what sustains us now,
Till Thy new name’s imprinted
On every sinless brow.

Lord, we await Thy glory;
We have no home but there,
Where the adopted family
With us Thy joy shall share.
No place can fully please us
Where Thou, O Lord, art not;
In Thee, and with Thee, ever
Is found, by grace, our lot.

We’re pilgrims in the wilderness;
Our dwelling is a camp;
Created things though pleasant,
Now bear to us death’s stamp.
But onward we are speeding,
Though often let and tried;
The Holy Ghost is leading
Home to the Lamb, His bride.

With fellow pilgrims meeting,
As through the waste we roam,
‘Tis sweet to sing together,
"We are not far from home!"
And when we’ve learned our lesson,
Our work, in suffering, done,
Our ever-loving Father
Will welcome every one.

We look to meet our brethren
From every distant shore;
Not one will seem a stranger,
Though never seen before:
With angel hosts attending,
In myriads, through the sky;
Yet ‘midst them all Thou only,
O Lord, wilt fix the eye!

Lord, since we sing as pilgrims,
O give us pilgrims ways!
Low thoughts of self, befitting
Proclaimers of Thy praise;
O make us each more holy,
In spirit, pure and meek:
More like to heavenly citizens,
As more of heaven we speak.

O God of grace, our Father,
All praise we give to Thee,
‘Tis in Thy sovereign favor
All blessedness we see;
There only is the fountain
Whence living waters flow,
Which like a glorious river
Still gladden as they go.

As Thine, Thou didst foreknow us
From all eternity;
Thy chosen, loved ones ever,
Kept present to Thine eye;
And when was come the moment,
Thou, calling by Thy grace,
Didst gently, firmly draw us
Each from his hiding-place.

Thy word, Thyself reflecting,
Doth sanctify by truth,
Still leading on Thy children
With gentle heavenly growth.
Thus still the work begun by grace,
The work begun by grace,
For each is meet, and training,
Father, to see Thy face.

The day of glory bearing
Its brightness far and near,
The day of Christ’s appearing
We now no longer fear.

He once a spotless victim
For us on Calvary bled;
Jehovah did afflict Him,
And bruised Him in our stead.

To Him by grace united,
We joy in Him alone;
And now by faith delighted,
Behold Him on the throne.

Then let Him come on glory,
Who comes His saints to raise,
To perfect all the story
Of wonder, love and praise.

On that same night, Lord Jesus,
When all around Thee joined
To cast its darkest shadow
Across Thy holy mind,
We hear Thy voice, blest Savior,
"This do, remember me:"
With joyful hearts responding,
We do remember Thee.

The depth of all Thy suffering
No heart could e’er conceive;
The cup of wrath o’erflowing
For us Thou didst receive;
And, oh! of God forsaken,
On the accursed tree.
With grateful hearts, Lord Jesus,
We now remember Thee.

We think of all the darkness
Which round Thy spirit pressed,
Of all those waves and billows
Which rolled across Thy breast.
Oh, there Thy grace unbounded
And perfect love we see;
With joy and sorrow mingling,
We would remember Thee.

We know Thee now as risen,
The Firstborn from the dead;
We see Thee now ascended,
The church’s glorious Head.
In Thee by grace accepted,
The heart and mind set free,
To think of all Thy sorrow,
And thus remember Thee.

Till Thou shalt come in glory,
And call us hence away,
To rest in all the brightness
Of that unclouded day,
We show Thy death Lord Jesus,
And here would seek to be
More to Thy death conformed,
Whilst we remember Thee.

O gracious Shepherd! bind us
With cords of love to Thee,
And evermore remind us
How mercy set us free.
O may the Holy Spirit
Keep this before our eyes,
That we Thy death and merit
Above all else may prize!

We are of God’s salvation
Assured through Thy love,
Yet oft, on slight occasion,
How faithless do we prove.
Thou hast our sins forgiven–
Then leaving all behind,
We would press on to heaven,
Bearing the prize in mind.

O may we, then Lord, ever,
While in this vale of tears,
Look up to Thee, and never
Give way to anxious fears.
For Thou wilt not forsake us
Though we are oft to blame;
O let Thy love then make us
True to Thy faith and name!

O Lord, Thy love’s unbounded!
So full, so vast, so free!
Our thoughts are all confounded
Whene’er we think of Thee:
For us Thou cam’st from heaven,
For us to bleed and die,
That purchased and forgiven,
We might ascend on high.

But oh! the hope of being
For ever with the Lord,
The joyful hope of seeing
That face for us so marred!
It fills our heart with comfort,
It fills our lips with praise,
So that amidst our sorrow
A joyful song we raise.

O Lamb of God, we thank Thee,
We bless Thy holy name;
Thy love once made Thee willing
To bear our sin and shame.
And now thy love is waiting
Thy saints like Thee to raise;
Firstborn of many brethren,
To Thee be all the praise.

O Lord, in Thee believing,
Our souls have peace with God,
Eternal life receiving,
The purchase of Thy blood.

Our curse and condemnation
Thou barest in our stead;
Secure is our salvation,
In Thee, our risen Head.

The Holy Ghost, revealing
Thy grace, hath given us rest,
Thy stripes have been our healing,
Thy love doth make us blest.

In Thee the Father sees us
Accepted and complete;
Grace which from evil frees us,
For glory makes us meet.

I am not told to labor
To put away my sin;
So foolish, weak, and helpless,
I never could begin.
But blessed truth–I know it!
Though ruined by the fall,
Christ for my soul hath suffered,
Yes, Christ has done it all!

And if I now would seek Him–
In love He sought for me,
When far from Him I wandered
In sin and misery;
He oped my ears and gave me
To listen to His call;
He sought me and He found me,
Yes, Christ has done it all!

And now I cannot please Him
In aught I say of do,
Unless He daily help me
His glory to pursue;
Still helpless and feeble,
On His strong arm I fall,
My strength in pressing onward–
Yes, Christ has done it all!

And when in heavenly glory
My ransomed soul shall be,
From sin and all pollution
For ever, ever free,
I’ll cast my crown before Him,
And loud His grace extol–
"Thou hast Thy self redeemed me;
Yes, Thou hast done it all."

O Lord! Thou now art seated,
Above the heavens, on high,
(The gracious work completed,
For which Thou cam’st to die);
To Thee our hearts are lifted,
While pilgrims wandering here,
For Thou alone art gifted
Our every weight to bear.

We know, Lord, Thou hast bought us,
And washed us in Thy blood;
We know Thy grace has brought us
As kings and priests to God.
We know that that blest morning,
Long looked for, draweth near,
When we, at Thy returning,
In glory shall appear.

O by Thy love constrain us,
And fix our hearts on Thee;
Let nothing henceforth pain us,
But that which paineth Thee;
Our joy, our blest endeavor,
Through suffering, conflict, shame,
To serve Thee, gracious Savior,
And magnify Thy name.

O God of grace, our Father,
We bless Thy holy name,
We who enjoy Thy favor,
Made holy, without blame;
In love, which sought and found us,
And brought us nigh to Thee,
And won the rest of glory,
Our heavenly home shall be.

Thy deep eternal counsel
Chose us in Christ the Son,
Before the earth’s foundation,
Or sin had yet begun;
That we might all the nearness
Of the Beloved know,
And brought to Thee as children
Our children’s praises flow.

We worship Thee, our Father,
Soon shall Thy children be
At home in heavenly glory,
Thy house their home shall be;
We worship Thee, our Father,
And praise Thy perfect love,
Soon shall we chant The glory
In better strains above.

Go, tell thy wants to Jesus,
Thou needy, anxious one;
Spread out thy cast to Jesus,
And look to Him alone;
To God confess through Jesus,
He’s faithful to forgive;
And love the name of Jesus,
Through whom alone we live.

And follow only Jesus
Through the world’s trackless maze;
And yield each day to Jesus
The tribute of thy praise;
Oh! praise the name of Jesus
Above aught else beside;
Till thou above, with Jesus,
In light be glorified.

By Thee, O God, invited,
We look unto the Son,
In whom Thy soul delighted,
Who all Thy will hath done;
And by the one chief treasure
Thy bosom freely gave,
Thine own pure love we measure,
Thy willing mind to save.

O God of mercy–Father!
The one unchanging claim,
The brightest hopes we gather
From Christ’s most precious name;
What always sounds so sweetly
In Thine unwearied ear
Has freed our souls completely
From all our sinful fear.

The trembling sinner feareth
That God can ne’er forget;
But one full payment cleareth
His memory of all debt.
When naught beside could free us,
Or set our souls at large,
Thy holy work, Lord Jesus,
Secured a full discharge.

No wrath God’s heart retaineth
To us-ward who believe;
No dread in ours remaineth
As we His love receive;
Returning sons He kisses,
And with His robe invests;
His perfect love dismisses
All terror from our breasts.

O Lamb of God, still keep us
Close to Thy pierced side;
‘Tis only there in safety
And peace we can abide;
With foes and snares around us,
And lusts and fears within,
The grace that sought and found us,
Alone can keep us clean.

‘Tis only in Thee hiding
We feel ourselves secure;
Only in Thee abiding
The conflict can endure;
Thine arm the victory gaineth
O’er every hateful foe;
Thy love our hearts sustaineth,
In all their cares and woe.

Soon shall our eyes behold Thee
With rapture face to face;
And, resting there in glory,
We’ll sing Thy power and grace:
Thy beauty Lord and glory,
The wonders of Thy love,
Shall be the endless story
Of all Thy saints above.

The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of heaven breaks,
The summer morn I’ve sighed for,
The fair sweet morn awakes.
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

Oh, Christ! He is the fountain,
The deep sweet well of love!
The streams on earth I’ve tasted,
More deep I’ll drink above!
There, to an ocean fulness,
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

With mercy and with judgement
My web of time He wove,
And aye the dews of sorrow
Were lustered with His love.
I’ll bless the hand that guided,
I’ll bless the heart that planned,
When throned where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

Oh! I am my Beloved’s,
And my Beloved’s mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner
Into His "house of wine"!
I stand upon His merit,
I know no safer stand,
Not e’en where glory dwelleth,
In Immanuel’s land.

The bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear bridegroom’s face;
I will not gaze on glory,
But on my King of Grace–
Not at the crown He giveth,
But on His pierced hand:
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Immanuel’s land.

The holiest we enter
In perfect peace with God,
Through whom we found our center,
In Jesus and His blood:
Though great may be our dullness
In thought, and word, and deed,
We glory in the fulness
Of Him that meets our need.

Much incense is ascending
Before th’ eternal throne;
God graciously is bending
To hear each feeble groan;
To all our prayers and praises
Christ adds His sweet perfume,
And love the censer raises,
These odors to consume.

O God, we come with singing,
Because Thy great High Priest
Our names to Thee is bringing,
Nor e’er forgets the least;
For us He wears the miter,
Where "holiness" shines bright,
For us His robes are whiter
Than heaven’s unsullied light.

Our sins were born by Jesus,
The holy Lamb of God;
He took them all, and freed us
From that condemning load.
Our guilt was borne by Jesus,
Who washed the crimson stains
White in His blood most precious,
Till not a spot remains.

Our wants are known to Jesus;
All fulness dwells in Him:
He healeth all diseases
Who did our souls redeem.
We tell our griefs to Jesus,
Our burdens and our cares
He from them all released,
Who all our sorrow shares.

We love the name of Jesus,
The Christ of God, the Lord;
Like fragrance on the breezes
His name is spread abroad.
We long to be with Jesus,
With all the ransomed throng,
To sing for aye His praises,
The one eternal song.

Our great High Priest is sitting
At God’s right hand above,
For us His hands uplifting,
In sympathy and love:
Whilst here below, in weakness,
We onward speed our way;
In sorrow oft and sickness,
We sigh and groan and pray.

Through manifold temptation,
My soul holds on her course,
Christ’s mighty intercession
Alone is her resource;
My gracious High Priest’s pleadings,
Who on the cross did bleed,
Bring down God’s grace and blessings,
Help in each hour of need.

Oh, Jesus, blessed Savior,
We hope to see Thee soon,
Who once on earth didst suffer,
Who soon for us wilt come;
‘Twas God’s most gracious favor,
That gave His Son to die–
To live our Intercessor,
To plead for us on high.

O Head! once full of bruises,
So full of pain and scorn,
‘Mid other sore abuses
Mocked with a crown of thorn;
O Head! e’en now surrounded
With brightest majesty,
In death once bowed and wounded
On the accursed tree:

Thou countenance transcendent!
Thou life-creating Sun!
To worlds on Thee dependent–
Yet bruised and spit upon:
O Lord! what Thee tormented
Was our sins heavy load,
We had the debt augmented
Which Thou didst pay in blood.

We give Thee thanks unfeigned,
O Savior! Friend in need,
For what Thy soul sustained
When Thou for us didst bleed;
Grant us to lean unshaken
Upon Thy faithfulness;
Until to glory taken,
We see Thee face to face.

Our God is our salvation,
Our refuge in distress,
What earthly tribulation
Can shake our steadfast peace?

The ground of our profession
Is Jesus and His blood:
He gives us the possession
Of everlasting good.

We know no condemnation,
No law that speaks despair:
And Satan’s accusation,
With Christ, we need not fear.

For us there is provided
A city fair and new,
To it we shall be guided–
Jerusalem’s in view;

Our portion there is lying,
A destined heavenly lot;
And though we’re daily dying,
Our portion withers not.

The heart within us leapeth,
And cannot down be cast,
Since with our God it keepeth
Its never-ending feast.

The sun which, smiling, lights us,
Is Jesus Christ alone:
And what to song incites us,
Is heaven on earth begun.

O Lord! our hearts are waiting,
Th’ archangel’s heaven-sent cry,
Which wakes the saints now sleeping,
And to Thee brings them nigh.
When we, with them ascending,
Shall meet Thee in the air,
To gaze upon Thy glory,
And all Thy likeness bear.

O hour! for which in patience
Thou’st waited through the night,
Whilst we Thy saints were gathered,
And brought into the light;
Then, then, the church completed,
God makes no more delay;
O Lord, with shouts of triumph,
We pass into the day.

O hour of richest blessing!
When brought to Thee so nigh,
To be Thy joy for ever,
We share Thy throne on high;
To rest in all that brightness,
And ever there abide;
To find Thy heart delighting
In us, Thy ransomed bride.

O blessed, coming Savior!
Speak, then, the joyous word,
To which our hearts responding,
"For ever with the Lord."
For ever with Thee, Savior–
For evermore shall be–
In deepest, fullest blessing,
For ever one with Thee.

O Lord, Thy love’s unbounded,
So sweet, so full, so free–
My soul is all transported,
Whene’er I think on Thee!

Yet, Lord, alas! what weakness
Within myself I find,
No infant’s changing pleasure
Is like my wandering mind.

And yet Thy love’s unchanging,
And doth recall my heart
To joy in all its brightness,
The peace its beams impart.

Yet, sure, if in Thy presence
My soul still constant were,
Mine eye would, more familiar,
Its brighter glories bear.

And thus Thy deep perfections
Much better should I know,
And with adoring fervor
In this Thy nature grow.

Still sweet ’tis to discover,
If clouds have dimmed my sight,
When passed, Eternal Lover,
Towards me, as e’er, Thou’rt bright.

O keep my soul, then Jesus,
Abiding still with Thee,
And if I wander, teach me
Soon back to Thee to flee.

That all Thy gracious favor
May to my soul be known;
And, versed in this Thy goodness,
My hopes Thyself shalt crown.

In deep, eternal counsel,
Before the world was made,
Before its deep foundations
On nothingness were laid;
God purposed us for blessing,
And chose us in His Son,
To Him to be conformed,
When here our course was run.

In present, blest acceptance
In Him who came to die;
In Him who now is seated
At Thy right hand in high;
In grace, which is unchanging,
We stand from day to day,
And prove the boundless mercies
Which strew our pilgrim way.

And when the day of glory
Shall burst upon this scene,
Dispelling all the darkness
Which deep’ning still had been;
Oh, then He’ll come in brightness,
Whom every eye shall see,
Arrayed in power and glory,
And we shall with Him be.

For He who left His glory,
To die upon the tree,
Will soon complete the story
And come again, and we
Conformed to His image
As known, be brought to know,
And with increasing fervor,
Our ceaseless praises flow.