Let all who know the joyful sound,
With gladness send the tidings round,
And tell that God is love:
That God so loved the world He gave
His own dear Son the world to save;
God’s message from above.

That all who in the Son believe,
Shall never perish, but receive
Life endless and divine;
No condemnation e’er shall know,
From death to life they pass below,
And then in glory shine.

‘Tis not of works: let no man boast,
Save in His name who saves the lost–
The Lord our righteousness!
Poor sinner, now from working cease,
And claim from God a blood-bought peace,
And Jesus, Lord confess.

Let all who know our God rejoice,
Praise Him in songs with cheerful voice,
And live to Him above:
Let sinners too take up the strain,
Exalt the Lamb for sinners slain,
The coming Savior own.

The Spirit and the bride say, Come!
Let him that heareth too say, Come!
Whoever thirsts may come:
Water of life is freely given
Till Christ the Lord descends from heaven;
Lord Jesus, quickly come!

Thou Son of God!–the woman’s seed
Who didst for us on Calv’ry bleed,
And bear our heavy load;
Spoiler of death’s o’erwhelming power,
O’ercome by Thee in that dread hour;
Thou holy One of God!

Thy blood we sing; by that alone,
With boldness to th’ eternal throne,
Through Thee we now draw nigh
It blots out every stain of sin,
Washes the guilty conscience clean,
And makes th’ accuser fly.

Behold us, Lord! a feeble band,
In conflict with the foe we stand,
The ransomed of Thy cross;
We sing the triumphs of Thy name;
All other glory here is shame,
All other gain’s but loss.

O blessed Savior, Son of God!
Who hast redeemed us with Thy blood
From guilt and death and shame–
With joy and praise, Thy people see
The crown of glory worn by Thee,
And worthy Thee proclaim.

Exalted, by the Father’s love,
All thrones and powers and names above,
At God’s right hand in heaven:
Wisdom and riches, power divine,
Blessing and honor, Lord, are Thine–
All things to Thee are given.

Head of the church! Thou sittest there,
Thy members all the blessings share–
Thy blessing, Lord, is ours:
Our life Thou art–Thy grace sustains,
Thy strength in us each victory gains
O’er sin and Satan’s powers.

And soon, the day of glory come,
Thy bride shall reach her destined home,
And all Thy beauty see:
How great our joy to see Thee shine,
To hear Thee own us, Lord, as Thine,
And ever dwell with Thee.

O Jesus! everlasting God!
Who didst for sinners shed Thy blood
Upon th’ accursed tree;
And, finishing redemption’s toil,
Didst win for us the happy spoil–
All praise we give to Thee.

Fain would we think upon Thy pain,
Would find in Thee our life and gain,
And firmly fix our heart
Upon Thy grief and dying love,
Nor evermore from Thee remove.
Though from all else we part.

The more through grace ourselves we know,
The more rejoiced we are to bow
And glory in Thy cross;
To trust in Thine atoning blood,
And look to Thee for every good,
And count all else but dross.

We bless Thee, O Thou great Amen!
Jehovah’s pledge to sinful men,
Confirming all His word!
Doubtful no promises remain,
For all are Yea, and all Amen,
In Thee, the faithful Lord.

How great the grace of God to bless
By Thee, the Lord, our righteousness!
By Thee, we say again:
For to us all things thus are sure,
Through life, in death, and evermore,
By Thee, the great Amen.

O faithful Witness of our God,
Who cam’st by water and by blood!
In Thee (the holy One)
God’s record doth for ever stand,
Of life eternal, from His hand,
To all in Thee the Son.

Gladly His promises we hear,
For God’s "Amen" dispels all fear,
His faithfulness it proves;
And while such grace from God is shown,
To His Amen we add our own
For our Amen He loves.

O Jesus, Lord! ’tis joy to know
Thy path is o’er of shame and woe,
For us so meekly trod:
All finished is Thy work of toil,
Thou reapest now the fruit and spoil,
Exalted by our God.

Thy holy head, once bound with thorns,
The crown of glory now adorns;
Thy seat, the Father’s throne;
O Lord! e’en now we sing Thy praise,
Ours the eternal song to raise–
Worthy the Lord alone!

As Head for us Thou sittest there,
Until Thy members too shall share
In all Thou dost receive:
Thy glory and Thy royal throne
Thy boundless love has made our own,
Who in Thy name believe.

We triumph in Thy triumphs, Lord;
Thy joys our deepest joys afford,
The fruit of love divine.
While sorrowing, suffering, toiling here,
How does the thought our spirits cheer,
The throne of glory’s Thine.

Eternal praise, our God, shall rise:
In mansions far beyond the skies
Thy name shall be adored.
With joyful hearts our songs we raise;
Our God and Father, Thee we praise,
While waiting for our Lord.

When ruined, guilty, and undone,
Thou gav’st for us Thine only Son,
We trust Thy truthful word.
Rejoicing in Thy love we sing,
Praise for Thy gift of gifts we bring,
Thy goodness we record.

We praise Thee in our pathway here,
Far off we were, but now brought near
Through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Fresh grace for every moment here,
Fresh manna o’er the desert drear
Thy Spirit doth afford.

When Thou shalt come, for whom we wait,
We then shall see and know how great
The gain that faith hath stored.
With joyful hearts our songs we raise;
Our God and Father, now to praise,
While waiting for our Lord.

O Thou who didst Thy glory leave,
Apostate sinners to retrieve
From nature’s deadly fall!
Thou, Thou hast bought us with a price,
Our sins against us ne’er can rise,
For Thou hast borne them all.

See Him for our transgressions given;
See the blest Lamb of God from heaven,
For us, His foes, expire;
Rejoice! rejoice! the tidings hear!
He bore, that we might never bear,
Th’ Almighty’s righteous ire.

Ye saints, "the Man of sorrows" bless,
The Lord, for your unrighteousness
Deputed to atone;
Praise, till with all the ransomed throng
Ye sing the never-ending song,
And sit upon His throne!

Secured in Christ, their Head on high,
The saints below may boldly cry–
Praise to our God, Amen!
To God in Christ all praise be given–
For evermore, on earth, in heaven.
Amen! Amen! Amen!

What rich, eternal bursts of praise
Shall fill yon courts through endless days,
When time shall cease to be!
Round and around the notes shall swell,
As each redeemed one joins to tell
Thy love, so vast and free.

Each shall the Savior’s likeness bear,
A royal crown each brow shall wear,
With robes unsullied white.
The everlasting song shall be,
To Thee, O Lamb of God, to Thee,
‘Mid scenes of purest light.

Our joy unhindered then with Thee,
Our eyes undimmed Thy glory see,
Whilst worthy praise we give.
Through that eternal cloudless day,
Our burning hearts with rapture say
He died that we might live.

He bids us come; His voice we know,
And boldly on the waters go
To Him our God and Lord;
We walk on life’s tempestuous sea,
For He who died to set us free
Hath called us with His word.

Secure, on boisterous waves we tread,
Nor all the billows round us dread,
While on the Lord we look;
The tempter drives his vortex round,
We pass it as on solid ground;
The wave is firm as rock.

But if from Him we turn the eye,
We see the raging floods run high,
Our hearts are full of fear;
Our foes so strong, our flesh so frail,
Reason and unbelief prevail,
Forgetting He is near.

Lord! we our unbelief confess,
Do thou our little faith increase,
That we may fail no more,
But fix on Thee a steady eye,
And on Thine outstretched arm rely,
Till all the storm is o’er.

That bright and blessed morn is near
When He, the Bridegroom, shall appear,
And call His bride away.
Her blessing then shall be complete,
When with her Lord she takes her seat
In everlasting day.

The days and nights are gliding past,
Soon shall be heard the trumpet’s blast
Which wakes the sleeping saints.
The dead in Christ in glory rise,
When we with them shall reach the skies
Where Jesus for us waits.

What wonder, joy, and glad surprise
Shall fill our hearts as thus we rise
To meet Him in the air;
To see His face, to hear His voice,
And in His perfect love rejoice,
Whose glory then we’ll share.

No more deferred our hope shall be,
No longer through a glass we’ll see,
But clearly face to face.
We’ll dwell with Jesus then above,
Whom absent we have learned His love,
Blest samples of His grace.

O may this hope our spirits cheer,
While waiting for our Savior here;
He’ll quickly come again.
O may our hearts look for that day,
And to His word responsive say,
"Come, Jesus, Lord, Amen."

O Thou who hast redeemed of old,
And make us of Thy grace take hold,
With God at peace through Thee,
Help me these blessings to own,
And tell aloud what Thou hast done,
O holy Lamb for me.

Out of myself for help I go,
Thy power alone resolved to know,
Thy love’s the plea I make;
Give me the power, ’tis this I claim,
With heart and life to praise Thy name,
Give, for Thy mercy’s sake.

Love, only love, Thy heart inclined,
And brought Thee, Savior of mankind,
Down from the throne above;
Love made Thee here a Man of grief,
Distressed Thee sore for our relief,
O mystery of love!

Lord, I am Thine, Thy love to me
Constrains my soul to cleave to Thee,
And gladly to resign
Whate’er I have, whate’er I am;
My life be all with Thine the same,
And all Thy shame be mine.

Raise glad the song! for we can tell
How sovereign grace dissolved the spell
That kept us bound in chains;
And from that dear and happy day,
How oft constrained by grace to say,
That Grace triumphant reigns!

Yes! though we’ve strayed like saints of old,
Grace has restored us to the fold
As captives in its chains;
Thus, saved by grace, we’d gladly sing,
Till all the earth and heavens ring
With Grace triumphant reigns!

Grace still–till all redeemed by blood
Are taught to know themselves and God–
Its empire shall maintain;
To spoil the mighty of the prey,
To set the captive exile free,
Shall Grace triumphant reign.

Then called to meet the church’s Head,
The Savior’s grace shall banish dread,
His love our souls sustain;
And, as we rise to endless day,
We’ll raise the voice and boldly say,
Grace doth triumphant reign!

Though all the beasts that live and feed
Upon a thousand hills should bleed–
Though all their blood should flow,
The sacrifice would not be in vain,
The stain of sin would still remain:
Sin is not cancelled so.

"A better sacrifice" than these
It needs, the conscience to appease
Or satisfy the Lord:
No blood hath virtue to atone
For man’s offence, but His alone
Whose title is "The Word."

His who could say, Himself the Son,
"My Father and Myself are one,"
Who made the world around;
His, who Jehovah’s Fellow stood,
And claimed equality with God,
Whose glory knows no bounds.

Jesus the Christ, on earth His name,
He came–in love to sinners came–
And bowed His head and died;
A full atonement now is made,
The ransom, by His death, is paid,
And justice satisfied.

That sinners might draw near to Him
God planned this great, this gracious scheme,
And planner this great, this gracious scheme,
Let all His saints their voices raise,
And sing the great Redeemer’s praise
While endless ages flow.