When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Lord of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ my God
All the vain things that charm me most,
I’d sacrifice them to His blood.

See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did ever such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an offering far to small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all!

Each sorrow Thou hast sent to me
Has only drawn me nearer Thee,
Blest Saviour! taught my soul to hide,
In safety, in Thy wounded side.

Each step of mine that was unmeet
Has only brought me to Thy feet,
To learn, through these, my wilful ways,
A deeper, sweeter note of praise.

Though anguish fill my breaking heart,
When called from one I love to part,
It doth but loose from earth’s dark shore,
And make me long for Thee the more.

The joy, rebuke, the grief, the pain,
Thou sendest, Lord is all my gain;
For all things work for good to one
Who loveth God, and Thee, His Son

The Saviour lives, no more to die;
He lives, our Head, enthroned on high;
He lives, triumphant over the grave;
He lives eternally to save.

The chief of sinners He receives,
His saints He loves and never leaves;
He’ll guard us safe from every ill,
And all His promises fulfill.

Abundant grace will He afford,
Till we are present with the Lord:
And prove what we have sung before,
That Jesus lives for evermore.

Then let our souls in Him rejoice,
And sing His praise with cheerful voice:
Our doubts and fears forever gone,
For Christ is on the Father’s throne.

O Jesus, Lord, my Life, my All,
Hast Thou now set Thy love on me?
Then chain this heart, Thy captive thrall,
To beat for evermore for Thee!

Alas, I know it beats not true-
To Thee a grief, a shame to me:
Do Thou each wayward pulse subdue,
And wholly sanctify to Thee.

I trust Thee-break my stubborn will;
I would not count the cost to me,
If in the wine-press love distill
From this poor bruised heart to Thee!

Yea, chasten through my pilgrim years,
In faithful, tender grace to me,
Till self shall melt to love and tears
And lavish all its wealth on Thee!

From every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a blest retreat,
It is found before the mercy seat.

There is a scene where souls unite,
Where saints hold fellowship in light:
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy seat.

There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads,
A place, than all besides, more sweet,
It is the blood bought mercy seat.

Ah, whither could we flee for aid
When tempted, desolate, dismayed,
Or how the hosts of hell defeat,
Had suffering saints no mercy seat!

There, there, by faith we upward soar,
And sense and sin molest no more,
For freely God our souls doth greet,
Where glory crowns the mercy seat.

Lord of the earth, whose goodness gives,
To us the harvests of the field,
O guide us, so our humble lives
May unto thee rich fruitage yield!

Lord of the ocean, Thou whose will
Creates and calms the raging seas,
O now to us say, "Peace, be still"!
And bid our fears and tumults cease!

Lord of the sky, at whose command
Sun, moon and stars show forth their light,
O grant our path through this drear land
May by Thy word be always bright!

Lord, of the earth, the sea, the heaven,
By whom creation is controlled,
to Thee be praise and glory given-
Be Thou for evermore extolled!

Jesus, before Thy face we fall
Our Lord, our life, our hope, our all!
For we have no where else to flee
No sanctuary, Lord, but Thee!

In Thee we every glory view,
Of safety, strength, and beauty too:
It is all our rest and peace to see
Our sanctuary, Lord, in Thee!

Whatever foes or fears betide,
In Thy blest presence we may hide;
And while we rest our souls on Thee,
Thou wilt our Sanctuary be!

Through time, with all its changing scenes,
Through all the grief that intervenes,
This shall support each fainting heart
That Thou our Sanctuary art!

‘Tis finished all- our souls to win,
His life the blessed Jesus gave;
Then rising, left His people’s sin
Behind Him in His opening grave.

Past suffering now, the tender heart
Of Jesus, on His Father’s throne,
Still in our sorrow bears a part,
And feels it as he felt His own.

Sweet thought! we have a Friend above,
Our weary, faltering steps to guide,
Who follows with the eye of love
the little flock for whom He died.

O Jesus, teach us more and more
On thee alone to cast our care;
and gazing on Thy cross, adore
The wondrous grace that brought Thee there.

Jesus! Thy boundless love to me
No thought can reach, no tongue declare!
O draw my thankful heart to Thee,
And reign without a rival there!

Thy love, how cheering is its ray!
All pain before its presence flies-
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away
Where’er its healing beams arise!

Thy love, in sufferings, be my peace!
Thy love, in weakness, make me strong!
And when the storms of life shall cease,
Thy love in heaven shall be my song!

Nothing but Christ, as on we tread-
The gift unpriced, God’s living bread,
With staff in hand, and feet well shod,
Nothing but Christ-the Christ of God!

Every thing loss for him below,
Taking the cross where’er we go,
Showing to all, where once He trod,
Nothing but Christ-the Christ of God.

Nothing save Him, in all our ways,
Giving the theme for ceaseless praise,
Our whole resource along the road,
Nothing but Christ-the Christ of God!

O God, O Father, Thine alone,
I lift to Thee my filial cry-
A pilgrim in a land unknown,
A thirsty land, whose springs are dry!

Yet through’ this rough, this thorny maze,
I follow after Thee, my God:
Thy hand, unseen, upholds my ways-
I safely tread where Christ has trod!

More dear than life itself, Thy love-
Dearer than all beside to me!
For whom have I in heaven above,
Or what on earth, compared with Thee?

Praise shall my heart, my mind, my voice,
To Thee, O Father, freely give!
Thy child, I do in Thee rejoice
In Whom for evermore I live!

O cross of Christ! O glorious tree!
What place can be compared with thee,
Where God’s own Son was crucified,
And for our sins a ransom died?

We love to look within the tomb,
Thy death has robbed of all its gloom;
The stone for ever rolled away;
Proves power divine death’s power to slay.

We joy to see Thee, Lord, arise
Triumphant through the opening skies;
And hear all heaven united own
Thee worthy to ascend the throne.

Lord, now we wait for Thee to come,
And take us to Thy Father’s home;
Oh what ecstatic joy ’twill be
To spend eternity with Thee!

The perfect righteousness of God
Is witnessed in the Saviour’s blood;
‘Tis in the cross of Christ we trace
His righteousness, yet wondrous grace.

God could not pass the sinner by,
His sin demands that he must die;
But in the cross of Christ we see
How God can save, yet righteous be.

The sin alights on Jesu’s head,
‘Tis in His blood sin’s debt is paid;
Stern Justice can demand no more,
And Mercy can dispense her store.

The sinner who believes is free,
Can say, “The Saviour died for me;”
Can point to the atoning blood,
And say, “This made my peace with God.”

Eternal Sovereign, Lord of all,
Prostrate before Thy throne we fall,
While here our claim and song we raise,
"Thou art our God, and Thee we’ll praise!"

Thou art our Comfort, Safety, Peace,
Whence all those joys which never cease;
The Guide and Strength of all our ways-
"Thou art our God, and Thee we’ll praise!"

In all our trials and our fears,
In all our sorrows and our tears,
In all our dark and gloomy days,
"Thou art our God, and Thee we’ll praise!"

Be this our glory when we rise
To that bright world beyond the skies!
For ever there this song we’ll raise,
"Thou art our God, and Thee we’ll praise!"

Forgiveness! ’tis a joyful sound
To guilty sinner doomed to die:
We’d publish it the world around,
And gladly shout it through the sky.

‘Tis the rich gift of Love Divine!
Effacing fully every crime:
Unbounded shall its glories shine,
And know no change by changing time.

For this stupendous gift of Heaven
What grateful honors shall we show?
Where much transgression is forgiven,
May love with fervent ardor glow!

Jesus, the Lord! our Righteousness,
Our beauty Thou, our glorious dress!
Before the throne, in this arrayed,
With joy shall we lift up the head.

Bold shall we stand in that great day;
For who aught to our charge shall lay,
While by Thy blood absolved we are
From sin and guilt, from shame and fear?

This spotless robe the same appears
When ruined nature sinks in years:
No age can change its glorious hue
The robe of Christ is ever new.

Till we behold Thee on Thy throne,
In Thee we boast, in Thee alone:
Our beauty this, our glorious dress,
“Jesus, the Lord, our righteousness.”

Father! in Thine eternal power,
Thy grace, Thy majesty divine,
No soul, in this weak mortal hour,
Can grasp the glory that is Thine!

And yet Thy love is not unknown
To those who have the Saviour seen;
Nor strange to those He calls His own
Pilgrims in scenes where He has been.

In Him Thy perfect love, revealed,
Has led our hearts that love to trace
Where nothing of the love concealed,
But meets us, in our lowly place!

And here we walk as sons, through grace,
A Father’s love our present joy,
Find, in the brightness of Thy Face,
A rest no sorrows can destroy!

How sweet Thy love, that never forgets
To see what fruits Thy children bear
May chasten still, while sin besets,
But with a Father’s tender care!

O do not let the word depart,
And close thine eyes against the light!
Poor sinner, harden not they heart;
Tho wouldst be saved, why not tonight?

Tomorrow’s sun may never rise
To bless thy long-deluded sight:
This is the time-oh, then, be wise!
Thou wouldst be saved, why not tonight?

Our God, in pity, lingers still;
And wilt thou thus his love requite?
Renounce at length thy stubborn will;
Thou wouldst be saved, why not tonight?

The world has nothing new to give;
It has no true, no pure delight:
Look now to Jesus Christ and live!
Thou wouldst be saved, why not tonight?

There is no other name than Thine,
Jehovah Jesus!-name divine!
On which to rest for sins forgiv’n
For peace with God, for hope of heav’n.

Name above ev’ry name, Thy praise
Shall fill yon courts through endless days!
Jehovah-Jesus! name divine!
Rock of salvation, Thou art mine!

I thirst, but not as once I did,
The vain delights of earth to share:
Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid
That I should seek my pleasures there.

It was the sight of thy dear cross
First weaned my soul from earthly things,
And taught me to esteem as dross
The mirth of fools, the pride of kings.

I want the grace that springs from Thee,
That quickens all things where it flows,
And makes a wretched thorn like me
Bloom as the myrtle or the rose.

Just as I am, without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidst me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind,
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need in Thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

Just as I am, Thy love unknown,
Hath broken every barrier down;
Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

God calling yet! shall I not hear?
Earth’s pleasures still shall I hold dear?
Shall passing years glide swiftly by,
And still my soul in slumber lie?

God calling yet! shall I not rise?
Can I His loving voice despise?
His mercy basely thus repay?
He calls me still: shall I delay?

God calling yet! and shall He knock,
While I my heart the closer lock?
Still He is waiting to receive,
Shall I His love, His Spirit, grieve?

God calling yet! shall I then give
No heed, but still in bondage live?
Not yet doth He my soul forsake:
He calls me still! my heart, awake!

God calling yet! I can not stay:
My heart I yield without delay!
Vain world, farewell! from thee I part!
Thy voice, O God, hath reached my heart!

The cross! the cross! O that’s our gain,
Because on that the Lamb was slain,
‘Twas there the Lord was crucified,
‘Twas there for us the Saviour died.

What wondrous cause could move Thy heart
To take on Thee our curse and smart,
Well knowing we should ever be
So cold, so negligent of Thee?

The cause was love-we sink with shame
Before our blessed Jesus’ name,
That He should bleed and suffer thus,
Because He loved and pitied us.

The Son of God in mighty love
Was born in Bethlehem for me:
He left His home of light above
And came in deep humility!

God’s Son, whom angel hosts adore,
Became a Man of griefs for me
Though rich, through love becoming poor,
That I enriched through Him might be.

The ever blessed Son of God
At Calvary was slain for me
There paid my debt, there bore my load,
"In His own body on the tree."

God’s Son, whose dwelling is the sky,
Went down into the grave for me;
He burst the tomb and rose on high
He won the glorious victory.

Thou Holy, Holy, Holy Lord,
We worship Thee with one accord-
Christ on the Father’s throne above,
Revealer of His boundless love!

From brightest glory thou didst come
To Calvary’s deepest, darkest gloom:
We worship Thee, Thou Son of God,
Who stooped to meet wrath’s lifted rod!

To Thee in glory we shall raise
What rich, eternal bursts of praise,
Blest Holy, Holy, Holy One,
Thou Living God’s Eternal Son!

O come, Thou stricken Lamb of God!
Who shed’st for us Thine own lifeblood,
And teach us all Thy love-then pain
In life were sweet, and death were gain.

Take Thou our hearts, and let them be
Forever closed to all but thee;
Thy willing servants, let us wear
The seal of love forever there.

How blest are they who still abide
Close sheltered by Thy watchful side;
Who life and strength from Thee receive,
And with Thee move, and in Thee live.

O Lord, enlarge our scanty thought,
To know the wonders Thou hast wrought;
Unloose our stammering tongues to tell
Thy love, immense, unsearchable!

Firstborn of many brethren, Thou!
To whom both heaven and earth must bow;
Heirs of Thy shame and of Thy throne,
We bear Thy cross, and seek Thy crown.

Let me be with Thee, where Thou art,
My Saviour, my eternal Rest!
Then only will this longing heart
Be fully and forever blest!

Let me be with Thee, where Thou art,
Thine unvailed glory to behold!
Then only will this wandering heart
Cease to be faithless, treacherous cold!

Let me be with Thee, where Thou art,
Where spotless saints Thy Name adore!
Then only will this sinful heart
Be evil and defiled no more!

Let me be with Thee, where Thou art,
Where none can die, where none remove,
Where life nor death my soul can part
From Thy blest presence and Thy love!

Thy sorrows, Saviour, we retrace,
And tears of praise Thy griefs compel.
What love and grace illume
Thy face As Jesus, as Immanuel!

Amid Thy loneliness below,
What scorn and outrage Thee befell
Deep shame and woe, rude blow on blow,
Endured for us, Immanuel!

But oh, what grief, what agony,
When wrathful judgement’s awful spell
Burst over Thee, on Calvary’s tree
God’s Lamb for us, Immanuel!

Arisen radiant from the dead,
Thy sorrow’s scars forever tell,
Creation’s Head is He who bled
Still Jesus, still Immanuel!

Even now from saints, in concord sweet,
Celestial strains of worship well;
For O, ’tis meet glad songs should greet
Thy heart of love, Immanuel!

But when Thy glorious face we see,
How shall the bursting paean swell!
Our souls shall be outpoured for Thee
Outpoured for Thee, Immanuel!

We sing the praise of Him Who died,
Of Him Who died upon the cross,
The sinner’s Hope-let men deride:
For this we count the world but loss.

Inscribed upon the cross we see,
In shining letters, "God is Love!"
The Lamb who died upon the tree,
Has bought us mercy from above,

The Cross! it took our guilt away;
It holds the fainting spirit up;
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,
And sweetens every bitter cup.

It makes the coward spirit brace,
And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
It takes its terror from the grace,
And gilds the bed of death with light.

The balm of life, the cure of woe,
The measure and the pledge of love!
The sinner’s refuge here below-
The theme of praise in Heaven above!

Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep:
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes!

Asleep in Jesus! oh, how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet-
With holy confidence to sing
That death has lost its venomed sting!

Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest,
Where waking is supremely blest!
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour
That manifests the Saviour’s power!