I need Thee, precious Jesus!
For I am very poor;
A stranger and a pilgrim,
I have no earthly store;
I need the love of Jesus
To cheer me on my way,
To guide my feeble footsteps,
To be my strength and stay.

I need Thee, blessed Jesus!
I need a friend like Thee;
A friend so sympathizing,
A friend to care for me.
I need the heart of Jesus
To feel each anxious care,
To tell my every want to;
And all my sorrows share.

I need Thee, blessed Jesus!
And hope to see Thee soon,
Encircled with the rainbow,
And seated on Thy throne;
There, with the blood-bought children,
My joy shall ever be,
To sing Thy praise, Lord Jesus-
To gaze, my Lord, on Thee.

Our sins were borne 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 fullness 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 releases,
And 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.

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 came In grace from glory,
That I might hear 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 or do,
Unless He daily help me
His glory to pursue;
Still helpless and still feeble,
On His strong arm I fall
My strength in pressing onward!
Yes, Christ has done it all.

And when in heav’nly glory
My ransomed soul shall be,
From sin and all pollution
Forever, ever free,
I’ll cast my crown before Him,
And loud His grace extol:
“Thou hast Thyself redeemed me
Yes, Thou hast done it all!”

I love to sing of Jesus,
The story all so true,
To me most sweet and precious-
The old, but ever new:
He came from brightest glory,
From radiant courts on high;
How matchless is the story
Of Him who came to die!

The Babe in Bethlehem’s manger,
The lowly One on earth,
Rejected and a Stranger-
Few cared to know His worth!
My soul would now recall Him,
In all His perfect love,
Who even as Calvary’s Victim
Its wondrous depths could prove.

‘Twas there my Saviour suffered,
And tasted death for me;
Yes there the work He finished
That sets me ever free.
My sins all laid upon Him,
The wrath and judgement borne,
The power of Satan broken,
In Jesus’ death of scorn!

And now the Lord is risen,
His grief and travail o’er,
Seated in highest heaven,
Alive to die no more.
And soon for me He’s coming
To take me Home above,
Where still I’ll sing the story
Of Jesus and His love.

A Rock that stands forever
Is Christ, my Righteousness!
In Him I stand unfearing,
In everlasting bliss!
Christ is my boast and glory
All wrath for me is o’er;
The judgment of the sinner
Affrighteth me no more,
The judgment of the sinner
Affrighteth me mo more!

There is no condemnation,
There is no hell for me!
The torment and the fire
My eyes shall never see!
For me there is no sentence,
For me death has no sting,
For Christ, my Lord, who saved me,
Will shield me with His wing!

No hunger, Lord, nor thirsting,
No danger, fear, nor fight,
No foe, no tribulation,
No throne, nor power, nor might,
No height, no depth, no creature
That has been or can be,
Can pluck me from Thy bosom
Can sever me from Thee!

My heart in joy upleapeth
Grief can not linger there!
O Jesus, Lord in glory,
Thou art my Sunshine fair!
The Source of all my singing
Is Jesus there above!
The Sun that shines upon me
Is Jesus and His Love!

When, His salvation bringing,
To Zion Jesus came,
The children all stood singing
Hosanna to His name.
Nor did their zeal offend Him,
But, as He rode along,
He bade them still attend Him,
And loved to hear their song.

Then since the Lord retaineth
His love for children still,
Though not as king He reigneth,
On Zion’s holy hill,
We’ll flock around His banner,
Who sits upon God’s throne,
And sing aloud, Hosanna
To God the Father’s Son!

For should we fail proclaiming
Our great Redeemer’s praise,
The stones, our silence shaming,
Would their hosannas raise.
But shall we only render
The tribute of our words?
No, but with hearts made tender,
Our all shall be the Lord’s.

Saved thro’ the blood of Jesus,
Saved from all guilt and shame,
Saved is the soul that trusts Him,
Trusts in His precious name.
Safe in the Rock of Ages,
Fearlessly he may hide;
Safe from the storms of judgment,
Safe from the swelling tide.

Saved through the blood of Jesus,
Saved from the wrath to come,
Saved too to dwell forever
Safe in the Father’s home.
Joy is among the angels,
Joy in the heart of God,
When an unworthy sinner
Trusts in the precious blood.

Saved through the blood of Jesus,
Saved from eternal doom,
Saved too to share Christ’s glory,
Saved until He shall come:
Saved from o’erwhelming sorrow,
Saved from distracting care,
Saved from a world of evil,
Saved from all doubt and fear.

Saved for the day of glory;
Then the redeemed will sing;
Still of the blood of Jesus
Loudly their praise will ring;
Saved now to wait with patience,
Looking with faith afar,
Till just before the dawning
Rises the Morning Star.

The glory shines before me!
I cannot linger here!
Though clouds may darken over me,
My Father’s house is near.
If through this barren desert
A little while I roam-
The glory shines before me;
I am not far from home!

Beyond the storms I’m going,
Beyond this vale of tears,
Beyond the flood’s overflowing,
Beyond the changing years;
I’m going to the home-land,
By faith long since possessed-
The glory shines before me,
For this is not my rest!

The Lamb is there the glory!
The Lamb is there the light!
There shall be no more weeping,
And there is no more night.
The voice of Jesus calls me,
My race will soon be run,
The glory shines before me:
The prize will soon be won!

The glory shines before me!
I know that all is well!
My Father’s care is over me,
His praises I would tell.
The love of Christ constrains me,
His blood has washed me white:
Where Jesus is in glory-
‘Tis home! and love! and light!

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 Thy glory
In better strains above.

Come, children! on to glory,
With every face set fast!
On, toward the golden city
Where we shall rest at last!
Lo, we can tread, rejoicing,
The narrow pilgrim road:
We know the voice that calls us,
We know our faithful God!

Thou now the path be narrow
And steep and rough and lone,
Though crags and tangles cross it-
Praise God! we will go on.
Take heart! the rest eternal
Awaits our weary feet,
From strength to strength, press onward-
The end, how passing sweet!

We follow Jesus’ footsteps-
What if our feet be torn?
Where He has marked the pathway,
All hail the briar and thorn!
Unseen, unheard, unreckoned,
Despised, defamed, unknown,
Yet still, with joy and singing,
On, children! ever on!

On, on, beloved children,
For evening is at hand,
And desolate and fearful
The solitary land!
On, on, with voice of singing
Till from this land of night,
We pass, in glorious music,
Swift upward, out of sight!

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 rejoicing eyes:
He who with hands uplifted
Went from the earth below,
Shall come again, all gifted
His blessing 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
Over river, sea, and shore,
Far as the eagle’s pinion,
Or dove’s light wing can soar!

O for the robe of whiteness,
To walk with Christ in light!
O for the glorious brightness
Of day without a night!
We would a name a favor,
Graved on the stone of white;
We’d taste that manna’s flavor,
Reserved for heaven delight.

‘Tis sweet, the thought of rising
The risen Lord to meet;
Or changed, ourselves surprising,
Like Him for whom we wait.
What joy supreme in seeing
The Saviour face to face-
The peaceful joy of being
Forever in that place!

Jesus, Thou King of glory,
We soon shall dwell with Thee,
And sing Thy love’s bright story,
When we Thy glory see!
E’en now our souls would enter
The holiest on high,
That all our love might center
On Thee who cam’st to die!

At God’s right hand in glory
Thou sittest, Thy work complete,
Till perfected the story
That gives us too our seat;
Then o’er the wide creation
Thy power will stretch its arm,-
Secure from all temptation,
Free from all human harm!

O soul inspiring story
God’s majesty and grace
In lustrous strokes of glory
Deep carved in Jesus face!
Hearts rapt in contemplation
Of God head’s image bright,
Break forth in adoration,
In wonder and delight!

There Manhood, all perfection,
And Godhead-fullness shine;
God’s love and Man’s affection,
The human, the divine;
A life, a death, transcendent,
Revealing God as love:
Here, lowly Man, dependent-
God over all, above!

Unsullied blaze of glory!
O ever-radiant Face!
Thy rich, unfathomed story
Transfigures us in grace!
Made like Thee, soon, completely
With love-lit eyes we’ll scan
God’s face unvailed sweetly
In Thine, Thou Son of man!

My heart is bounding onward
Home to the land I love;
Its distant vales and mountains
My wishful passions move;
Fain would my thirsting spirit
Its living freshness breathe;
And weary steps find resting
Its hallowed shades beneath.

No soil of nature’s evil,
No touch of man’s rude hand,
Shall e’er disturb around us
That bright and peaceful land.
The charms that woo our senses
Shall be as pure as fair,
For all, while stealing o’er us,
Shall tell of Jesus there.

What light! when all its beaming
Shall own Him as its Sun-
What Music! when its breathing
Shall bear His name along.
No pause, no charge, those pleasures
Shall ever seek to know-
The draught that lulls our thirsting,
But wakes that thirst anew.

O Jesus Man of Sorrows!
Weighed down by grief and shame,
All marred with bleeding furrows,
Crushed under hate and blame,
How couldst Thou from the smiter
Bear forth Thy heavy cross,
To meet a doom more bitter,
The wrath of God, for us?

O Jesus, Man of Sorrows,
What pangs of agony!
Thy heart the goal of arrows
Of creature-enmity!
Thy soul, ‘mid all that harrows,
Wrath-bruised on the tree!
O Jesus, Man of Sorrows,
We weep to think of Thee!

O Man of Love and Sorrows!
Thy glory-radiant face
Its tender rest luster borrows
From bruises and disgrace!
That love-light, ever breaking
Anew upon the gaze,
Stirs deeper chords, awaking
A deep and deeper praise!

How long, O Lord our Saviour,
Wilt Thou remain away?
Our hearts are growing weary
At Thy so long delay;
O when shall come the moment,
When, brighter far than morn,
The sunshine of Thy glory
Shall on Thy people dawn?

How long, O heavenly Bridegroom,
How long wilt Thou delay?
And yet how few are grieving
That Thou dost absent stay!
O may our lamps be burning,
Our loins well girded be-
Each longing heart preparing
With joy Thy face to see!

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 Saviour,
"This do, remember Me!"
With joyful hearts responding,
We do remember Thee.

The depth of all Thy suffering
No heart could ever conceive;
The cup of wrath, overflowing,
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,
We 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!

From Greenland’s icy mountains,
From India’s coral strand,
Where Afric’s sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand,
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver
Their souls from error’s chain.

What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft over Ceylon’s isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile!
In vain, with lavish kindness,
The gifts of God are strown-
The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.

Can we whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high-
Can we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation
Has learnt the Saviour’s name.

O Head, once full of bruises,
So full of pain and scorn
‘Mid other sore abuses,
Mocked with a crown of thorn!
O Head even 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 sin’s heavy load;
We had the debt augmented
Which Thou didst pay in blood.

We give Thee thanks unfeigned,
O Saviour, 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.

Jerusalem the golden,
With milk and honey blest,
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice oppressed:
I know not, oh, I know not,
What holy joys are there-
What radiancy of glory,
What bliss beyond compare!

They stand, those halls of Zion,
All jubilant with song,
And bright with many an angel,
And all the martyr throng:
The Prince is ever in them;
The daylight is serene:
The pastures of the blessed
Are decked in glorious sheen.

There is the throne of David;
And there, from care released,
The song of them that triumph-
The shout of them that feast:
There they who with their Leader
Have conquered in the fight,
Forever and forever
And clothed in robes of white.

There Jesus shall embrace us,
There Jesus be embraced:
The Spirit’s food and sunshine,
All other love displaced.
Yea, God our King and portion,
In fullness of His grace,
We then shall see forever,
And worship face to face!

Lord Jesus, we remember
The travail of Thy soul,
When, through Thy love’s deep pity,
The waves did over Thee roll!
Baptized in death’s dark waters,
For us Thy blood was shed:
For us Thou, Lord of glory,
Wast numbered with the dead!

O Lord, Thou now art risen,
Thy travail all is over!
For sin, Thou once hast suffered:
Thou livest, to die no more.
Sin, death and hell are vanquished
By Thee, the Church’s Head,
And lo! we share Thy triumphs,
Thou First-born from the dead!

Unto Thy death baptized,
We own with Thee we died;
With Thee, our Life, we’re risen,
And shall be glorified:
From sin, the world and Satan
We’re ransomed by Thy blood,
And here would walk as strangers,
Alive with Thee to God.

In heavenly love abiding,
No change my heart shall fear;
And safe is such confiding
For nothing changes here.
The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid,
But God is round about me,
And can I be dismayed?

Wherever He may guide me,
No want shall turn me back;
My Shepherd is beside me,
And nothing can I lack.
His wisdom ever waketh,
His sight is never dim,
He knows the way He taketh,
And I will walk with Him.

Green pastures are before me,
Which yet I have not seen,
Bright skies will soon be o’er me,
Where dark the clouds have been.
My hope I cannot measure,
My path to life is free,
My Saviour has my treasure,
And He will walk with me.

Ere yet another morning
My spirit may be free,
As absent from the body,
At home, O Lord, with Thee!
O sleep, O rest, how precious!
As, guarded by Thy care,
I’m waiting for Thy promise
To meet Thee in the air.

O Lamb of God, still keep me
Near to Thy wounded side!
‘Tis only there in safety
And peace I can abide.
What foes and snares surround me!
What lusts and fears within!
The grace that sought and found me,
Alone can keep me clean.

‘Tis only in Thee hiding,
I feel my life secure-
Only in Thee abiding ,
The conflict can endure:
Thine arm the victory gaineth
O’er every hateful foe;
Thy love my heart sustaineth
In all its care and woe.

Soon shall my eyes behold Thee,
With rapture, face to face-
One half hath not been told me
Of all Thy power and grace:
Thy beauty, Lord, and glory,
The wonders of Thy love,
Shall be the endless story
Of all Thy saints above.

Lord Jesus Christ, the Saviour,
My heart belongs to Thee;
Thou hast from sin relieved me,
From bondage set me free.
At home with Thee forever,
I’ll fully know Thy love,
And gaze upon Thy beauty-
Light of the courts above.

But what can e’er transcend, Lord,
The glory of Thy grace,
Shown in humiliation
When Thou didst take our place.
When on the accursed tree, Lord,
The judgment due to sin,
Jehovah’s sore affliction,
Consumed Thy soul within!

O Lord, how much I wove Thee,
I can not even say!
‘Tis past all computation-
A debt I ne’er can pay!
I would not if I could, Lord,
For then I should be free,
But Love, that paid my ransom,
Has made a slave of me.

Jesus, O Head in glory,
Joy of Thy pilgrim bride!
Thine be the song she singeth,
Journeying to Thy side.
Here in this barren desert
Sweetly Thy grace we prove-
Here where our souls have tasted
Springs of Thy tender love.

Jesus, O Head in glory,
Pilgrim Thyself below,
Knew not thy soul deep sorrows,
More than our souls can know?
Cheer with the fragrant manna,
Found where Thy feet have trod,
Till the full heart outpoureth,
Carols of praise to God!

Jesus, O Head in glory,
Ravished by all Thou art-
Glories that grace Thy person,
Graces that fill Thy heart-
Soon shall Thy bride in rapture,
Bearing Thy image, meet,
Gaze on Thy wondrous beauty,
Worshiping at Thy feet!