O what a gift the Father gave
When He bestowed His Son,
To save poor, ruined, guilty man,
By sin defiled, undone!

Refrain
Oh, ’twas love, ’twas wondrous love,
The love of God to me!
It brought my Saviour from above
To die on Calvary.

For I was lost and vile indeed,
To sin a willing prey,
Till God in mercy interposed,
And turned my night to day.

Now I can call the Saviour mine,
Though all unworthy still;
I’m sheltered by His precious blood,
Beyond the reach of ill.

Come, all who trust in Jesus now,
And tell our joys abroad;
Let thankful hymns of praise ascend,
For Christ, the gift of God.

Heirs of salvation, chosen of God,
Past condemnation, sheltered by blood,
Even in Egypt feed we on the Lamb,
Keeping the statues of God, the I Am.
In the world around, ’tis night;
Where the feast is spread ’tis bright;
Israel’s God is Israel’s light:
‘Tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus, our Saviour from above,
‘Tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus, whom we love.

Pilgrims and strangers, captives no more,
Wilderness rangers, sing we on shore;
God in His power parted hath the sea;
Foes all are perished, His people are free!
By the pillar safely led,
By the manna daily fed,
Now the heavenward way we tread;
‘Tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus, our Shepherd here below,
‘Tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus whom we know.

Canaan-possessors, safe in the land,
Victors, confessors, banner in hand;
Jordan’s deep waters evermore behind,
Cares of the desert no longer in mind.
Egypt’s stigma rolled away,
Canaan’s corn our strength and stay,
Triumph we the livelong day!
‘Tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus, the Christ of God alone,
‘Tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus whom we own.

Jesus bids us shine, with a pure clear light,
Like a little candle burning in the night.
In this world of darkness so we must shine,
You in your small corner, and I in mine.

Jesus bids us shine first of all for Him;
Well He sees and knows it, if our light grows dim.
He looks down from heaven to see us shine,
You in your small corner, and I in mine.

Jesus bids us shine then for all around;
Many kinds of darkness in the world are found-
Sin, and want, and sorrow; so we may shine,
You in your small corner, and I in mine.

When mothers of Salem their children brought to Jesus,
The stern disciples drove them back, and bade them depart;
But Jesus saw them ere they fled,
And sweetly looked, and gently said,
"Suffer the children to come unto Me."

"For I will receive them, and fold them to My bosom,
I’ll be a Shepherd to these lambs-Oh! drive them not away;
For if their hearts to Me they give,
They shall with Me in glory live;
Suffer the children to come unto Me."

How kind was the Saviour to bid these children welcome!
But there are many thousands who have never heard His name;
The Bible they have never read,
They know not that the Saviour said,
"Suffer the children to come unto Me."

How happy the children who rest on Jesus’ bosom.
And there, like little folded lambs, are safe and at rest;
Thence, none can pluck them e’er away,
For He who keeps them loves to say,
"Suffer the children to come unto Me."

Thou didst leave Thy throne, and Thy kingly crown,
When Thou camest to earth for me;
But in Bethlehem’s inn there was found no room
For Thy holy nativity.

Refrain
Make room in my heart, Lord Jesus!
Make room in my heart for Thee!
And dwell in my heart, Lord Jesus!
For time and eternity!

Heaven’s arches rang when the angels sang,
All proclaiming Thy high degree;
But in lowliest birth Thou didst come to earth,
And in greatest humility.

E’en the fox found rest, and the bird its nest,
In the shade of the cedar tree;
But Thy couch was the sod, O thou Son of God,
In the deserts of Galilee.

Thou didst come, O Lord, with Thy living Word
That should set all Thy people free;
But with mocking and scorn and with crown of thorn,
Did they bear Thee to Calvary.

Heaven’s dome shall ring, and its choirs shall sing
At Thy coming to victory;
Thou wilt then call me home, saying, "Lo, there’s room,
There is room at My side for Thee!"

Jesus, my Saviour, to Bethlehem came,
Born in a manger to sorrow and shame;
Oh it was wonderful! blest be His name!
Seeking for me, for me!

Jesus, my Saviour, on Calvary’s tree
Paid the great debt, and my soul He set free:
Oh, it was wonderful! how could it be?
Dying for me, for me!

Jesus, my Saviour, the same as of old,
While I was wandering afar from the fold,
Gently and long did He plead with my soul,
Calling for me, for me!

Jesus, my Saviour, shall come from on high,
Sweet is the promise, as weary years fly!
Oh, I shall see Him descending the sky,
Coming for me! for me!

We praise Thee, O God,
For the Son of Thy love,
For Jesus who died, and
Is now gone above.

Refrain
Hallelujah! Thine the glory!
Hallelujah! amen!
Hallelujah! Thine the glory!
Amen and amen!

We praise Thee O God,
For Thy Spirit of Light,
Who has shown us our Saviour,
And scattered our night.

All glory and praise
To the Lamb that was slain,
Who has borne all our sins, and
Has cleansed every stain.

All glory and praise
To the God of all grace,
Who has bought us, and sought us,
And guided our ways.

Has the voice of Jesus sounded
In thy heart, in tones of grace,
All the blessedness of pardon,
And the restfulness of peace
All the fullness of the portion
He has for thee, He has for thee?

He has called in love so constant;
He has knocked so oft before;
Yet thy heart’s door has not opened,
Now He comes and knocks once more:
Wilt thou keep Him longer waiting
With thee to dwell, with thee to dwell?

See Him in His dying anguish,
All the darkness gath’ring in!
Light and glory from Him hidden,
God is judging Him for sin.
By His death His love is proven
His love for thee, His love for thee!

Dost thou spurn His love and mercy,
Turn His nail pierced hand away?
Careless of His depths of suff’ring,
Still resist Love’s healing sway,
And refuse His love and blessing
His gift for thee, His gift for thee?

Fast the day its course is running,
Soon the door will close to all:
O receive Him, lest tomorrow
Jesu’s voice should cease to call,
And its accents, sweet and gentle,
Be heard no more, be heard no more!

Rejoice and be glad!
The Redeemer has come!
Go look on His cradle,
His cross and His tomb.

Refrain
Sound his praises! tell the story
Of Him who was slain!
Sound His praises! Tell with gladness
He liveth again!

Rejoice and be glad!
Now the pardon is free!
The Just for the unjust
Has died on the tree.

Rejoice and be glad!
For the Lamb that was slain
O’er death is triumphant,
And liveth again.

Rejoice and be glad!
For our Lord is on high:
He pleadeth for us on
His throne in the sky!

Rejoice and be glad!
For He cometh again!
He cometh in glory-
The lamb that was slain.

I have a Saviour; He’s pleading in glory:
A dear, loving Saviour, tho’ earth friends be few.
And now He is watching in tenderness o’er me,
But oh, that my Saviour were your Saviour too!

Refrain
With you He is pleading, With you He is pleading,
With you He is pleading, He’s pleading with you.

I have a Father: to me He has given
A hope for eternity, blessed and true.
And soon will He call me to meet Him in heaven,
But oh, that my Father were your Father too!

I have a robe: ’tis resplendent in whiteness,
Awaiting in glory my wondering view.
Oh, when I receive it from Jesus, in brightness,
Dear friend, could I see you receiving one too!

I have a peace: it is calm as a river,
A peace that the friends of this world never knew.
My Saviour alone is its Author and Giver,
And oh, could I know it was given to you!

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning let songs arise to Thee!
Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty-
God in three Persons, blessed Trinity!

Holy, holy, holy! all Thy saints adore Thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea,
Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee,
Which were, and art, and evermore shalt be.

Holy, holy, holy! clouds no longer hid Thee,
Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see!
Only Thou art holy: there is none beside Thee-
Perfect in power, in love and purity!

Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
All Thy works shall praise Thy Name in earth and sky and sea!
Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty,
God in three Persons, blessed Trinity!

Rescued when perishing,
Cared for when dying,
Snatch’d as a brand from the fierce-burning wave!
Sought for, an erring one,
Rais’d up when fallen:

Refrain
Praise be to Jesus, the Mighty to Save!
Rescued when perishing,
Cared for when dying,
Justified, pardon’d, eternally saved!

Long I lived slighting Him,
Still He stood waiting,
Waiting, my sin-burdened soul to relieve;
Pleading so lovingly,
Saying so gently,
“Look to me, weary one, Only believe.”

Down in my sinful heart,
Crushed by the tempter,
“No good thing dwelleth” that ” Grace can restore,”
But in my Saviour’s heart,
Brimful of kindness,
Cords of compassion vibrate evermore.

Praising, not perishing,
No dread of dying,
Life everlasting, “in Christ” God provides.
Walking the narrow way,
Patiently waiting,
Waiting my Saviour’s glad shout from the skies.

Eternity! where? it floats in the air-
Amid clamor or silence, it ever is there.
Eternity! where? oh, Eternity! where?
The question so solemn, Eternity where?

Eternity! where? Eternity! where?
With redeemed ones in glory, or fiends in despair?
Eternity! where? oh, Eternity! where?
With one or the other-Eternity! where?

Eternity! where? is aught worth a care?
Friend, oh, shall we-oh, can we e’en venture to dare?
In life that is passing as mist in the air,
Do aught till we settle Eternity-where?

Eternity! where? oh friend have a care!
For soon God will no longer His judgement forbear.
Eternity! where? oh, Eternity! where?
This night may decide your Eternity-where?

Eternity! where? Eternity! where?
Soon the Saviour will come for His own to the air:
Then sleep not, nor take in the world any share
Till answered this question-Eternity! where?

I heard the Saviour say,
“Thy strength indeed is small!
Child of weakness, come to Me!
Find in Me thine all in all!”

Refrain
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain:
He washed it white as snow.

Lord, now indeed I find
Thy power, and Thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots,
And melt the heart of stone.

For nothing good have I
Whereby Thy grace to claim:
My only boast, Thy blood,
Thy ever-precious name.

And when before the throne
I stand in Thee complete,
I’ll lay my trophies down.
All down at Jesu’s feet.

Bridegroom, come! Bridegroom, come!
Cry of Thy bride to Thee!
Come, come, bear her home,
Ever to bide with Thee!
Never to grieve Thee again below,
Ever in glory Thy love to know-
Ever to bide with Thee!
Bridegroom, the Spirit and bride say, Come!
Cry of Thy bride to Thee!

Saviour, come! Saviour, come!
Cry of our heart to Thee!
Come, come, bear us home,
Never to part from Thee!
Ever to gaze on Thy face above,
Never to sadden Thy heart of love-
Never to part from Thee!
Blessed Lord Jesus, Thy saints say, Come!
Cry of our heart to Thee!

I left it all with Jesus, long ago;
All my sins I brought Him, and my woe
When by faith I saw Him on the tree,
Heard His small, still whisper, “Tis for thee,”
From my heart the burden roll’d away! Happy day!
From my heart the burden roll’d away! Happy day!

I leave it all with Jesus, for He knows
How to steal the bitter from life’s woes;
How to gild the tear-drop with His smile,
Make the desert garden bloom awhile
When my weakness leaneth on His might,
All seems light.

I leave it all with Jesus, day by day;
Faith can firmly trust Him, come what may.
Hope has dropped her anchor, found her rest,
In the calm sure haven of His breast;
Love esteems it heaven to abide
At His side.

In us the Hope of glory,
O risen Lord, art Thou!
The first-fruits of the Spirit
Are in us now!

O come in all Thy glory,
Our great Immanuel!
Come take us, Prince and Saviour,
With Thee to dwell!

Bring Thy eternal Sabbath!
Bring Thy eternal day!
And cause all grief and sighing
To flee away!

Nothing, either great or small,
Nothing, sinner, no!
Jesus died and paid it all,
Long, long ago.

Refrain
“It is finish’d!” Yes, indeed,
Finish’d ev’ry jot.
Sinner, this is all you need:
Tell me, is it not?

When He from His lofty throne
Stooped in love to die,
Ev’ry thing was fully done;
Hearken to His cry,

Weary, working, burdened one,
Wherefore toil you so?
Cease your doing, all was done
Long, long ago.

Till to Jesu’s work you cling
By a simple faith,
“Doing” is a deadly thing
“Doing” ends in death.

Cast your deadly “doing” down
Down at Jesu’s feet;
Stand “in Him” in Him alone,
Gloriously “complete!”

Settled forever, sin’s tremendous claim!
Glory to Jesus! blessed be His name!
No partway measures doth His grace provide
Finished the work, when Christ the Saviour died!

Refrain
Settled forever, sin’s heavy claim!
Glory to Jesus! yea, blessed be His name!
Glory to Jesus! yea, blessed be His name!

Settled forever! fear not, then, to trust
Thy soul upon Him, even as Thou must!
On Calv’ry ‘s mountain all thy sins were met
Settled forever, all that grievous debt!

Settled forever! let no doubt, nor fear,
Mix with thy faith; nor in thy robe appear
One single thread of thine own righteousness,
We are complete in Him who came to bless!

Settled forever! yes, no work of thine
No tears, no strivings add to grace divine!
God says, “I blot out ev’ry sin and stain,
I will remember them no more again!”

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood!
This is my story, this is my song:
Praising my Saviour all the day long!

Perfect assurance, perfect delight!
Visions of rapture now burst on my sight!
Jesus descending brought from above
Riches of mercy, treasures of love!
This is my story, this is my song:
Praising my Saviour all the day long!

Perfect assurance-all is at rest!
I in my Saviour am happy and blest,
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love!
This is my story, this is my song:
Praising my Saviour all the day long!

By faith I view my Saviour dying
On the tree, on the tree.
To ruined sinners He is crying,
"Look to Me! look to Me!"
He bids the guilty now draw near,
Repent, believe, dismiss their fear.
Hark! hark, what precious words I hear,
"Mercy’s free! mercy’s free!"

Did Christ, when I was sin pursuing,
Pity me, pity me?
And did He snatch my soul from ruin-
Can it be, can it be?
Oh, yes! He did salvation bring;
He is my Prophet, Priest, and King;
And now my happy soul can sing,
Mercy’s free, mercy’s free!

Jesus my weary soul refreshes-
Mercy’s free, mercy’s free!
And every moment Christ is precious
Unto me, unto me;
None can describe the bliss I prove,
While through this wilderness I rove,
Enjoying still the Saviour’s love-
Mercy’s free, mercy’s free!