Jesus, Thou alone art worthy
Ceaseless praises to receive;
For Thy love and grace and goodness
Rise o’er all our thoughts conceive.

With adoring hearts, we render
Honor to Thy precious name,
Overflowing with Thy mercies,
Far and wide Thy worth proclaim.

Praise Him! praise Him! praise the Savior,
Saints aloud your voices raise!
Praise Him! praise Him! till in heaven
Perfected we’ll sing His praise.

Death and judgment are behind us,
Grace and glory are before;
All the billows rolled o’er Jesus,
There they spent their utmost power.

"First fruits" of the resurrection,
He is risen from the tomb;
Now we stand in new creation,
Free, because beyond our doom.

Jesus died, and we died with Him,
"Buried" in His grave we lay,
One with Him in resurrection,
Now "in Him" in heaven’s bright day.

Broken heart! the fountain’s open,
Christ hath died upon the tree,
All the powers of hell are shaken,
Grace flows down from God to thee.

God Himself, the Source, the Fountain,
Christ the Way the waters flow,
By the Spirit manifested,
He the finished work hath done.

By one righteousness completed,
Adam’s life receives its doom;
Jesus Christ, in glory seated,
Everlasting life hath won.

Broken heart! the river’s flowing,
Haste! delay not! yet there’s room;
Hear the word of God beseeching,
"Whosoever thirst may come."

From the palace of His glory,
From the home of joy and love,
Came the Lord Himself to seek us;
He would have us there above.

There from that eternal brightness
Have His thoughts flowed forth in love;
He in His great love would have us
Ever there with Him above.

Trembling we had hoped for mercy–
Some lone place within His door:
But the crown, the throne, the mansion,
All were ready long before.

And in past and distant ages,
In those courts so bright and fair,
Ere we were, was He rejoicing,
All He won with us to share.

O Lord! how does Thy mercy throw
Its guardian shadow o’er us,
Preserving us while here below,
Safe to the rest before us.

As weaker than a bruised reed,
We cannot do without Thee;
We want Thee here each hour of need,
Shall want Thee too in glory.

And though our efforts now to praise,
Are often cold and lowly,
A nobler, sweeter song we’ll raise
With all Thy saints, in glory.

We’ll lay our trophies at Thy feet,
We’ll worship and adore Thee,
Whose precious blood has made us meet
To dwell with Thee in glory.

Come, ye sinners poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore,
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and power;
He is able,
He is willing, doubt no more.

Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel your need of Him.
This He gives you,
‘Tis the Spirit’s rising beam.

Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all.
Not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to call.

Agonizing in the garden,
Lo! the Savior prostrate lies;
On the bloody tree behold Him,
Hear Him cry before He dies,
"It is finished!"
Sinner, will not this suffice?

Lo! the Incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merits of His blood;
Venture on Him, venture freely,
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.

Unto Him who loved us–gave us
Every pledge that love could give;
Freely shed His blood to save us;
Gave His life that we might live;
Be the kingdom,
And dominion,
And the glory evermore.

Gazing on the Lord in glory,
While our hearts in worship bow,
There we read the wondrous story
Of the cross–it’s shame and woe.

Every mark of dark dishonor
Heaped upon the thorn-crowned brow,
All the depths of Thy heart’s sorrow
Told in answering glory now.

On that cross alone–forsaken–
Where no pitying eye was found;
Now to God’s right hand exalted,
With Thy praise the heavens resound.

Did Thy God e’en then forsake Thee,
Hide His face from Thy deep need?
In Thy face, once marred and smitten,
All His glory now we read.

Gazing on it we adore Thee,
Blessed, precious, holy Lord;
Thou, the Lamb, alone art worthy,
This be earth’s and heaven’s accord.

Rise our hearts, and bless the Father,
Ceaseless song e’en here begun,
Endless praise and adoration
To the Father and the Son.

Guide us, O Thou gracious Savior,
Pilgrims through this barren land;
We are weak, but Thou art mighty;
Hold us with Thy powerful hand.
Bread of heaven!
Feed us now and evermore.

While we tread this vale of sorrow,
May we in Thy love abide:
Keep us ever, gracious Savior,
Cleaving closely to Thy side,
Still relying
On the Father’s changeless love.

Savior, come, we long to see Thee,
Long to dwell with Thee above,
And to know in full communion
All the sweetness of Thy love.
Come, Lord Jesus,
Take Thy waiting people home.

"Call them in"–the poor, the wretched,
Sin-stained wanderers from the fold;
Peace and pardon freely offer;
Can you weigh their worth with gold?
"Call them in"–the weak, the weary,
Laden with the doom of sin;
Bid them come and rest in Jesus;
He is waiting–"call them in."

"Call them in"–the broken-hearted,
Cow’ring ‘neath the brand of shame;
Speak love’s message low and tender
‘Twas for sinners Jesus came.
See, the shadows lengthen round us,
Soon the day-dawn will begin;
Can you leave them lost and lonely?
Christ is coming–"call them in."

Father, ’twas Thy love that knew us
Earth’s foundation long before;
That same love to Jesus drew us
By its sweet constraining power,
And will keep us
Safely now, and evermore.

God of love, our souls adore Thee!
We would still Thy grace proclaim,
Till we cast our crowns before Thee,
And in glory praise Thy name;
Praise and worship
Be to God and to the Lamb!

"Abba," Father–thus we call Thee,
(Hallowed name!) from day to day;
‘Tis Thy children’s right to know Thee,
None but children "Abba" say.
This high honor we inherit,
Thy free gift, through Jesus’ blood;
God the Spirit, with our spirit,
Witnesseth we’re sons of God.

Abba’s purpose gave us being
When in Christ, in that vast plan,
Abba chose the saints in Jesus
Long before the world began;
O what love the Father bore us!
O how precious in His sight!
When He gave the church to Jesus!
Jesus, His whole soul’s delight!

Though our nature’s fall in Adam
Seemed to shut us out from God,
Thus it was His counsel brought us
Nearer still, through Jesus’ blood;
For in Him we found redemption,
Grace and glory in the Son;
Oh the height and depth of mercy!
"Christ and we, through grace, are one."

Why those fears? Behold, ’tis Jesus
Holds the helm and guides the ship;
Spread the sails, and catch the breezes
Sent to waft us through the deep
To the regions
Where the mourners cease to weep.

Though the shore we hope to land on
Only by report is known,
Yet we freely all abandon,
Led by that report alone,
And with Jesus
Through the trackless deep move on.

Led by faith, we brave the ocean;
Led by faith, the storm defy;
Calm amidst tumultuous motion,
Knowing that the Lord is nigh:
Waves obey Him,
And the storms before Him fly.

Rendered safe by His protection,
We shall pass the watery waste,
Trusting to His wise direction,
We shall gain the port at last;
And with wonder
Think on toils and dangers past.

O what pleasures there await us!
There the tempests cease to roar:
There it is that those who hate us
Can molest our peace no more:
Trouble ceases
On that tranquil, happy shore.

Hark! the voice of Jesus calling–
"Come, ye laden, come to Me;
I have rest and peace to offer,
Rest, thou laboring one, for thee:
Take salvation–
Take it now and happy be."

Yes; though high in heavenly glory,
Still the Savior calls to thee;
Faith can hear His gracious accents–
"Come, ye laden, come to Me;
Take salvation–
Take it now and happy be."

Soon that voice will cease its calling,
Now it speaks, and speaks to thee:
Sinner, heed the gracious message,
"Take Salvation–
Take it now and happy be."

Life is found alone in Jesus,
Only there ’tis offered thee–
Offered without price or money,
‘Tis the gift of God sent free,
"Take salvation–
Take it now and happy be."

Father, we, Thy children, bless Thee
For Thy love on us bestowed,
Source of blessing! we confess Thee
Now, our Father and our God.
Wondrous was Thy love in giving
Jesus for our sins to die!
Wondrous was His grace in leaving,
For our sakes, the heavens on high!

Now the sprinkled blood has freed us,
Hast’ning onward to our rest,
Through the desert Thou dost lead us,
With Thy constant favor blest;
By Thy truth and Spirit guiding,
Earnest He of what’s to come,
And with daily strength providing,
Thou dost lead Thy children home.

Though our pilgrimage be dreary,
This is not our resting-place;
Shall we of the way be weary
When we see our Master’s face?
No:–e’en now anticipating,
In this hope our souls rejoice,
And His promised advent waiting,
Soon shall hear His welcome voice.

Glory, glory everlasting
Be to Him who bore the cross.
Who redeemed our souls by tasting
Death, the death deserved by us!
Spread His glory
Who redeemed His people thus.

His is love, ’tis love unbounded,
Without measure, without end;
Human thought is here confounded;
‘Tis too vast to comprehend:
Praise the Savior!
Magnify the sinner’s Friend.

While we tell the wondrous story
Of the Savior’s cross and shame,
Sing we, "Everlasting glory
Be to God and to the Lamb."
Hallelujah!
Give ye glory to His name.

Holy Savior, we adore Thee,
Seated on the throne of God;
Soon in glory , all before Thee
Shall proclaim Thy praise abroad
"Thou art worthy,"
We were ransomed by Thy blood.

Savior, though the world despised Thee,
Though Thou here wast crucified,
Yet the Father’s glory raised thee,
Lord of all creation wide.
"Thou art worthy,"
We shall live, for Thou hast died.

And though here on earth rejected,
‘Tis but fellowship with Thee;
Should we not with joy expect it–
Here like Thee, our Lord, to be?
"Thou art worthy,"
Thou from earth hast set us free.

Haste the day of Thine appearing
With Thy ransomed saints to reign;
Then shall end all days of mourning,
We shall sing with triumph then.
"Thou art worthy
Come, Lord Jesus, come, Amen.

Oh! the peace for ever flowing
From God’s thoughts of His own Son,
Oh, the peace of simply knowing
On the cross that all was done.

Peace with God, the blood in heaven
Speaks of pardon now to me:
Peace with God! the Lord is risen!
Righteousness now counts me free.

Peace with God–is Christ in glory,
God is just and God is love;
Jesus died to tell the story,
Foes to bring to God above.

Now free access to the Father,
Through the Christ of God we have;
By the Spirit here abiding,
Promise of the Father’s love.

Jesus, Savior, we adore Thee!
Christ of God–anointed Son;
We confess Thee, Lord of glory,
Fruits of victory Thou hast won!

Hark! ten thousand voices crying,
"Lamb of God!" with one accord;
Thousand thousand saints replying,
Wake at once the echoing chord.

"Praise the Lamb," the chorus waking,
All in heaven together throng;
Loud and far each tongue partaking
Rolls around the endless song.

Grateful incense this, ascending
Ever to the Father’s throne:
Every knee to Jesus bending,
All in mind in heaven is one.

All the father’s counsels claiming
Equal honors to the Son,
All the Son’s effulgence beaming,
Makes the Father’s glory known.

By the Spirit all pervading,
Hosts unnumbered round the Lamb,
Crowned with light and joy unfading,
Hail Him as the great "I AM."

Joyful now the new creation
Rests in undisturbed repose,
Blest in Jesus’ full salvation,
Sorrow now nor thralldom knows.

Hark! the heavenly notes again!
Loudly swells the song of praise;
Through creation’s vault, Amen!
Amen! responsive joy doth raise.

Lord of life, and King of glory!
Now to Thee our hearts we raise;
While we sing the joyful story
Of the triumphs of Thy grace.

Long in error’s path benighted,
Deeply sunk in sin’s abyss,
We Thy proffered mercy slighted,
Would not have eternal bliss.

Straying then on sin’s dark mountain,
Thou didst bid us cease to roam,
Make us see the living fountain,
Call with power Thy wanderers home.

Jesus, strength of our salvation,
None can pluck us from Thy hand;
In the hour of dark temptation,
Kept by Thee we safely stand.

Though by enemies surrounded,
Onward still our steps we wend;
All our foes shall be confounded,
Safely come our journey’s end.

Grace begun shall end in glory;
Jesus, He the victory won;
In His own triumphant story
Is the record of our own.

Love divine, all praise excelling,
Joy of heaven, to earth come down!
Bless us with Thy rich indwelling,
All Thy faithful mercies crown!
Savior, Thee we’d still be blessing,
Serve Thee here, as soon above,
Praise Thee, Savior, without ceasing,
Glory in Thy dying love.

Firstfruits of Thy new creation,
Faithful, holy, may we be,
Joyful in Thy full salvation,
More and more conformed to Thee!
Changed from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our place,
Then to worship and adore Thee,
Lost in wonder, love and praise!

Trembling soul, behold thy Savior
Seated on the Father’s throne;
Object of God’s highest favor,
See him, God’s beloved Son!

Once on earth in Bethlehem’s manger,
As a newborn babe He lay,
God come down a heavenly stranger,
Love to sinners to display.

Sinner, see thy God beside thee,
In a servant’s form come near,
Sitting, walking, talking with thee!
Sinai’s mount no longer fear.

See Him weary, yet that sought thee,
Sitting on Samaria’s well,
Or in Simon’s house that found thee,
Snatched thee from the jaws of hell.

See the lonely Man now bending,
In the lone Gethsemane,
Drops of blood His conflict marking
Whilst He prays in agony!

Onward still to Calvary marching,
Onward still He speeds His way
(His own Father’s will fulfilling),
Love to sinners to display.

Sinner, see the bleeding Savior,
Pierced and nailed to Calvary’s tree;
Sacrifice of sweetest savor,
Object of man’s enmity!

See the sun at noonday hidden,
See the rocks and mountains shake,
See the Man ‘midst darkness smitten!
Why did God His Son forsake?

Sinner, hear the wondrous story,
Jesus died and rose for thee,
God in heaven now waits to save thee,
Now, believing, thou art free.

Many sons to glory bringing,
God sets forth His heavenly name;
On we march in chorus singing,
"Worthy the ascended Lamb!"

God who gave the blood to screen us,
God looks down in perfect love;
Clouds may seem to pass between us,
There’s no change in Him above.

Though the restless foe accuses,
Sins recounting like a flood;
Every charge our God refuses:
Christ has answered with His blood.

In the refuge God provided,
Though the world’s destruction lowers,
We are safe–to Christ confided,
Everlasting life is ours.

And ere long, when come to glory,
We shall sing a well-known strain,
This is the never-tiring story,
"Worthy is the Lamb once slain!"

Lord, we can see, by faith in Thee,
A prospect bright, unfailing;
Where God shall shine, in light divine,
In glory never fading.

A home above, of peace and love,
Close to Thy holy person;
Thy saints shall there see glory fair,
And shine as Thy reflection.

O how we thirst the chains to burst,
That weigh our spirits downward;
And there to flow in love’s full glow,
With hearts like Thine surrounded.

No more as here, ‘mid snares to fear
A thought or wish unholy;
No more to pain the Lamb once slain,
But live to love Thee wholly!

No more to view Thy chosen few
In selfish strife divided;
But drink in peace the living grace
That gave them hearts united!

Lord, haste that day of cloudless ray,
That prospect bright, unfailing;
Where God shall shine in light divine,
In glory never fading.

Soon the saints in glory singing,
Will with joy exalt the Lamb;
All in heaven their tribute bringing,
Raising high the Savior’s name.

To us, now the earnest’s given,
Here by grace these themes belong;
Let us sing the song of heaven,
‘Tis our everlasting song.

See how God has now enthroned Him
At His own right hand in heaven,
There the heavenly hosts have owned Him
Lord, to whom all power is given.

Endless life in Him possessing,
Let us praise His glorious name,
Glory, honor, power, and blessing,
Be for ever to the Lamb.

May the grace of Christ our Savior,
And the Father’s boundless love,
With the Holy Spirit’s favor,
Rest upon us from above!

Thus may we abide in union
With each other and the Lord,
And possess in sweet communion,
Joys which earth can ne’er afford.

Lo! He comes from heaven descending,
Once for favored sinners slain!
Thousand thousand saints attending
Swell the triumph of His train!
Hallelujah!
Jesus comes and comes to reign!

See the Savior, long expected,
Now in solemn pomp appear!
And His saints, by man rejected,
All His heavenly glory share:
Hallelujah!
See the Son of God appear!

Lo! the tokens of His passion,
Though in glory, still He bears;
Cause of endless exultation
To His ransomed worshippers;
Hallelujah!
Christ, the Lamb of God, appears.

Israel’s race shall now behold Him
Full of grace and majesty;
Though they set at naught and sold Him,
Pierced and nailed Him to the tree,
Now in glory
Shall their great Messiah see.

‘Tis Thy heavenly bride and Spirit,
Jesus, Lord! that bid Thee come;
All the glory to inherit,
And to take Thy people home.
All creation
Travails, groans, till Thou shalt come.

Yea, Amen, let all adore Thee,
High on Thine exalted throne:
Savior, take the power and glory;
Claim the kingdoms for Thine own:
Come Lord Jesus!
Hallelujah! come, Lord, come!

THE CHURCH

Father, O how vast the blessing,
When Thy Son returns again!
Then the church, its rest possessing,
O’er the earth with Him shall reign.

ISRAEL

For the fathers’ sakes beloved,
Israel, in Thy grace restored,
Shall on earth, the curse removed,
Be the people of the Lord.
Rev. vii.

Then, too, countless myriads, wearing
Robes made white in Jesus’ blood,
Palms (like rested pilgrims) bearing,
Stand before the throne of God:–

These, redeemed from every nation,
Shall in triumph bless Thy name;
Every voice shall cry, "Salvation
To our God and to the Lamb."

Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins were on Thee laid;
By Almighty love anointed,
Thou hast full atonement made.
All Thy people are forgiven
Through the virtue of Thy blood;
Opened is the gate of heaven,
Peace is made for us with God.

Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory,
There for ever to abide;
All the heavenly hosts adore Thee,
Seated at Thy Father’s side;
Worship, honor, power, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give.

Brightness of the eternal glory,
Shall Thy praise unuttered lie?
Who would hush the heaven-sent story
Of the Lamb who came to die?

Came from Godhead’s fullest glory
Down from Calvary’s depth of woe,
Now on high, we bow before Thee;
Streams of praises ceaseless flow!

Sing His blest triumphant rising;
Sing Him on the Father’s throne;
Sing–till heaven and earth surprising,
Reigns the Nazarene alone.