All hail the pow\u2019r of Jesus\u2019 Name!
\nLet angels prostrate fall;
\nBring forth the royal diadem,
\nAnd crown Him Lord of all!<\/p>\n\n
Ye chosen seed of Israel\u2019s race,
\nYe ransomed from the fall,
\nHail Him Who saves you by His grace,
\nAnd crown Him Lord of all!<\/p>\n\n
Let every kindred, every tribe,
\nOn this terrestrial ball,
\nTo Him all majesty ascribe,
\nAnd crown Him Lord of all!<\/p>\n\n
Oh, that with yonder sacred throng
\nWe at His feet may fall!
\nWe\u2019ll join the everlasting song,
\nAnd crown Him Lord of all!<\/p>\n\n
Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
\nEarly in the morning our song shall rise to Thee;
\nHoly, holy, holy, merciful and mighty!
\nGod in three persons, blessed Trinity!<\/p>\n\n
Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore Thee,
\nCasting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea
\nCherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee,
\nWho wert, and art, and evermore shall be.<\/p>\n\n
Holy, holy, holy! Tho’ the darkness hide Thee,
\nTho’ the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see;
\nOnly Thou art holy; there is none beside Thee,
\nPerfect in power, in love, and purity.<\/p>\n\n
Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
\nAll thy works shall praise Thy name, in earth, and sky, and sea
\nHoly, holy, holy; merciful and mighty!
\nGod in three persons, blessed Trinity!<\/p>\n\n
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
\nO what a foretaste of glory divine!
\nHeir of salvation, purchase of God,
\nBorn of His Spirit, washed in His blood.<\/p>\n\n
This is my story, this is my song,
\nPraising my Savior, all the day long;
\nThis is my story, this is my song,
\nPraising my Savior, all the day long<\/i>.<\/p>\n\n
Perfect submission, perfect delight,
\nVisions of rapture now burst on my sight;
\nAngels descending bring from above
\nEchoes of mercy, whispers of love.<\/p>\n\n
Refrain<\/i><\/p>\n\nBreathe on me, Breath of God<\/h1>\n\n
Breathe on me, Breath of God,
\nFill me with life anew,
\nThat I may love what Thou dost love,
\nAnd do what Thou wouldst do.<\/p>\n\n
Breathe on me, Breath of God,
\nUntil my heart is pure,
\nUntil with Thee I will one will,
\nTo do and to endure.<\/p>\n\n
Breathe on me, Breath of God,
\nTill I am wholly Thine,
\nUntil this earthly part of me
\nGlows with Thy fire divine.<\/p>\n\n
Breathe on me, Breath of God,
\nSo shall I never die,
\nBut live with Thee the perfect life
\nOf Thine eternity.<\/p>\n\n
Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation!
\nO my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation!
\nAll ye who hear, now to His temple draw near;
\nPraise Him in glad adoration.<\/p>\n\n
Praise to the Lord, Who over all things so wondrously reigneth,
\nShelters thee under His wings, yea, so gently sustaineth!
\nHast thou not seen how thy desires ever have been
\nGranted in what He ordaineth?<\/p>\n\n
Praise to the Lord, Who doth prosper thy work and defend thee;
\nSurely His goodness and mercy here daily attend thee.
\nPonder anew what the Almighty can do,
\nIf with His love He befriend thee.<\/p>\n\n
Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me adore Him!
\nAll that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him.
\nLet the Amen sound from His people again,
\nGladly for aye we adore Him.<\/p>\n\n
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
\nTune my heart to sing Thy grace;
\nStreams of mercy, never ceasing,
\nCall for songs of loudest praise.
\nTeach me some melodious sonnet,
\nSung by flaming tongues above.
\nPraise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
\nMount of Thy redeeming love.<\/p>\n\n
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
\nHere by Thy great help I’ve come;
\nAnd I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
\nSafely to arrive at home.
\nJesus sought me when a stranger,
\nWandering from the fold of God;
\nHe, to rescue me from danger,
\nInterposed His precious blood.<\/p>\n\n
O to grace how great a debtor
\nDaily I’m constrained to be!
\nLet Thy goodness, like a fetter,
\nBind my wandering heart to Thee.
\nProne to wander, Lord, I feel it,
\nProne to leave the God I love;
\nHere’s my heart, O take and seal it,
\nSeal it for Thy courts above.<\/p>\n\n
My faith has found a resting place,
\nNot in device or creed;
\nI trust the ever-living One,
\nHis wounds for me shall plead.<\/p>\n\n
I need no other evidence,
\nI need no other plea,
\nIt is enough that Jesus died,
\nAnd that He died for me.<\/i><\/p>\n\n
Enough for me that Jesus saves,
\nThis ends my fear and doubt;
\nA sinful soul I came to Him,
\nHe\u2019ll never cast me out.<\/p>\n\n
My soul is resting on the Word,
\nThe living Word of God,
\nSalvation by my Savior\u2019s name,
\nSalvation through His blood.<\/p>\n\n
My great physician heals the sick,
\nThe lost He came to save;
\nFor me His precious blood He shed,
\nFor me His life He gave.<\/p>\n\n
Savior, like a shepherd lead us,
\nmuch we need Thy tender care;
\nIn Thy pleasant pastures feed us,
\nfor our use Thy folds prepare.
\nBlessed Jesus, blessed Jesus!
\nThou hast bought us, Thine we are.
\nBlessed Jesus, blessed Jesus!
\nThou hast bought us, Thine we are.<\/p>\n\n
We are Thine, Thou dost befriend us,
\nbe the Guardian of our way;
\nKeep Thy flock, from sin defend us,
\nseek us when we go astray.
\nBlessed Jesus, blessed Jesus! Hear,
\nO hear us when we pray.
\nBlessed Jesus, blessed Jesus! Hear,
\nO hear us when we pray.<\/p>\n\n
Thou hast promised to receive us,
\npoor and sinful though we be;
\nThou hast mercy to relieve us,
\ngrace to cleanse and pow\u2019r to free.
\nBlessed Jesus, blessed Jesus!
\nWe will early turn to Thee.
\nBlessed Jesus, blessed Jesus!
\nWe will early turn to Thee.<\/p>\n\n
Early let us seek Thy favor,
\nearly let us do Thy will;
\nBlessed Lord and only Savior,
\nwith Thy love our bosoms fill.
\nBlessed Jesus, blessed Jesus!
\nThou hast loved us, love us still.
\nBlessed Jesus, blessed Jesus!
\nThou hast loved us, love us still.<\/p>\n\n
O for a thousand tongues to sing
\nMy great Redeemer’s praise,
\nThe glories of my God and King,
\nThe triumphs of His grace!<\/p>\n\n
My gracious Master and my God,
\nAssist me to proclaim,
\nTo spread through all the earth abroad
\nThe honors of Thy name.<\/p>\n\n
Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
\nThat bids our sorrows cease;
\n‘Tis music in the sinner’s ears,
\n‘Tis life, and health, and peace.<\/p>\n\n
He breaks the power of canceled sin,
\nHe sets the prisoner free;
\nHis blood can make the foulest clean,
\nHis blood availed for me.<\/p>\n\n
He speaks, and, listening to His voice,
\nNew life the dead receive,
\nThe mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
\nThe humble poor believe.<\/p>\n\n
Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,
\nYour loosened tongues employ;
\nYe blind, behold your Savior come,
\nAnd leap, ye lame, for joy.<\/p>\n\n
My Lord, what love is this
\nThat pays so dearly
\nThat I, the guilty one
\nMay go free!<\/p>\n\n
Amazing love, O what sacrifice
\nThe Son of God given for me
\nMy debt he pays, and my death he dies
\nThat I might live, that I might live<\/i><\/p>\n\n
And so they watched him die
\nDespised, rejected
\nBut oh, the blood he shed
\nFlowed for me!<\/p>\n\n
Chorus<\/i><\/p>\n\n
And now, this love of Christ
\nShall flow like rivers
\nCome wash your guilt away
\nLive again!<\/p>\n\n
Like a river glorious is God\u2019s perfect peace,
\nOver all victorious, in its bright increase;
\nPerfect, yet it floweth fuller every day,
\nPerfect, yet it groweth deeper all the way.<\/p>\n\n
Stayed upon Jehovah, hearts are fully blest
\nFinding, as He promised, perfect peace and rest.<\/i><\/p>\n\n
Hidden in the hollow of His blessed hand,
\nNever foe can follow, never traitor stand;
\nNot a surge of worry, not a shade of care,
\nNot a blast of hurry touch the spirit there.<\/p>\n\n
Chorus<\/i><\/p>\n\n
Every joy or trial falleth from above,
\nTraced upon our dial by the Sun of Love;
\nWe may trust Him fully, all for us to do;
\nThey who trust Him wholly find Him wholly true.<\/p>\n\n
Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
\nNaught be all else to me, save that Thou art
\nThou my best Thought, by day or by night,
\nWaking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.<\/p>\n\n
Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
\nI ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
\nThou my great Father, I Thy true son;
\nThou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.<\/p>\n\n
Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
\nThou mine Inheritance, now and always:
\nThou and Thou only, first in my heart,
\nHigh King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.<\/p>\n\n
High King of Heaven, my victory won,
\nMay I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
\nHeart of my own heart, whatever befall,
\nStill be my Vision, O Ruler of all.<\/p>\n\n
Glorious things of thee are spoken,
\nZion, city of our God!
\nHe, whose Word cannot be broken,
\nFormed thee for His own abode;
\nOn the Rock of Ages founded,
\nWhat can shake thy sure repose?
\nWith salvation\u2019s walls surrounded,
\nThou mayst smile at all thy foes.<\/p>\n\n
See, the streams of living waters,
\nSpringing from eternal love,
\nWell supply thy sons and daughters,
\nAnd all fear of want remove:
\nWho can faint while such a river
\nEver flows their thirst t\u2019 assuage?
\nGrace which, like the Lord, the giver,
\nNever fails from age to age.<\/p>\n\n
Round each habitation hov\u2019ring,
\nSee the cloud and fire appear,
\nFor a glory and a cov\u2019ring,
\nShowing that the Lord is near;
\nThus deriving from our banner
\nLight by night and shade by day,
\nSafe they feed upon the manna
\nWhich He gives them when they pray.<\/p>\n\n
My hope is built on nothing less
\nThan Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
\nI dare not trust the sweetest frame,
\nBut wholly lean on Jesus’ name.<\/p>\n \n
On Christ the solid Rock I stand;
\nAll other ground is sinking sand,
\nAll other ground is sinking sand.<\/i><\/p>\n\n
When Darkness seems to hide His face,
\nI rest on His unchanging grace;
\nIn ev’ry high and stormy gale,
\nMy anchor holds within the veil.<\/p>\n
(Refrain)<\/i><\/p>\n\n
His oath, His covenant, His blood
\nSupport me in the whelming flood;
\nWhen all around my soul gives way,
\nHe then is all my hope and stay.<\/p>\n
(Refrain)<\/i><\/p>\n\n
When He shall come with trumpet sound,
\nOh, may I then in Him be found;
\nDressed in His righteousness alone,
\nFaultless to stand before the throne.<\/p>\n
(Refrain)<\/i><\/p>\n\nThe King Of Love My Shepherd Is<\/h1>\n\n
The King of love my shepherd is,
\nwhose goodness faileth never;
\nI nothing lack if I am his,
\nand he is mine for ever.<\/p>\n\n
Where streams of living water flow,
\nmy ransomed soul he leadeth,
\nand where the verdant pastures grow,
\nwith food celestial feedeth.<\/p>\n\n
Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,
\nbut yet in love He sought me,
\nand on his shoulder gently laid,
\nand home, rejoicing, brought me.<\/p>\n\n
In death’s dark vale I fear no ill
\nwith thee, dear Lord, beside me;
\nthy rod and staff my comfort still,
\nthy cross before to guide me.<\/p>\n\n
Thou spread’st a table in my sight;
\nthy unction grace bestoweth;
\nand O what transport of delight
\nfrom thy pure chalice floweth!<\/p>\n\n
And so through all the length of days
\nthy goodness faileth never:
\nGood Shepherd, may I sing thy praise
\nwithin thy house forever.<\/p>\n\n
Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father
\nThere is no shadow of turning with Thee
\nThou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not
\nAs Thou hast been, Thou forever will be<\/p>\n\n
Great is Thy faithfulness, Great is Thy faithfulness
\nMorning by morning new mercies I see
\nAll I have needed Thy hand hath provided
\nGreat is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me<\/i><\/p>\n\n
Summer and winter and springtime and harvest
\nSun, moon and stars in their courses above
\nJoin with all nature in manifold witness
\nTo Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love<\/p>\n\n
Refrain<\/i><\/p>\n\n
Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth
\nThine own dear presence to cheer and to guide
\nStrength for today and bright hope for tomorrow
\nBlessings all mine with 10, 000 beside<\/p>\n\n
Refrain<\/i><\/p>\n\nCrown Him With Many Crowns<\/h1>\n\n
Crown him with many crowns,
\nthe Lamb upon his throne.
\nHark! how the heavenly anthem drowns
\nall music but its own.
\nAwake, my soul, and sing
\nof him who died for thee,
\nand hail him as thy matchless king
\nthrough all eternity.<\/p>\n\n
Crown him the Lord of life,
\nwho triumphed o’er the grave,
\nand rose victorious in the strife
\nfor those he came to save;
\nhis glories now we sing
\nwho died and rose on high,
\nwho died eternal life to bring,
\nand lives that death may die.<\/p>\n\n
Crown him the Lord of love;
\nbehold his hands and side,
\nrich wounds, yet visible above,
\nin beauty glorified;
\nno angels in the sky
\ncan fully bear that sight,
\nbut downward bends their burning eye
\nat mysteries so bright.<\/p>\n\n
Crown him the Lord of years,
\nthe potentate of time,
\ncreator of the rolling spheres,
\nineffably sublime.
\nAll hail, Redeemer, hail!
\nfor thou hast died for me;
\nthy praise shall never, never failv\nthroughout eternity.<\/p>\n\n
The Church\u2019s one foundation
\nIs Jesus Christ her Lord;
\nShe is His new creation
\nBy water and the Word:
\nFrom heav\u2019n He came and sought her
\nTo be His holy Bride;
\nWith His own blood He bought her,
\nAnd for her life He died.<\/p>\n\n
Elect from every nation,
\nYet one o\u2019er all the earth,
\nHer charter of salvation,
\nOne Lord, one faith, one birth;
\nOne holy Name she blesses,
\nPartakes one holy food,
\nAnd to one hope she presses,
\nWith every grace endued.<\/p>\n\n
\u2019Mid toil and tribulation,
\nAnd tumult of her war,
\nShe waits the consummation
\nOf peace for evermore;
\nTill, with the vision glorious,
\nHer longing eyes are blest,
\nAnd the great Church victorious
\nShall be the Church at rest.<\/p>\n\n
Take my life, and let it be
\nConsecrated, Lord, to Thee.
\nTake my mo\u00adments and my days;
\nLet them flow in cease\u00adless praise.
\nTake my hands, and let them move
\nAt the im\u00adpulse of Thy love.<\/p>\n\nT
ake my feet, and let them be
\nSwift and beautiful for Thee.
\nTake my voice, and let me sing
\nAlways, on\u00adly, for my king.
\nAlways, on\u00adly, for my king.<\/p>\n\n
Take my lips, and let them be
\nFilled with messages from Thee.
\nTake my sil\u00adver and my gold;
\nNot a mite would I withhold.
\nNot a mite would I with\u00adhold.<\/p>\n\n
Take my will, and make it Thine;
\nIt shall be no long\u00ader mine.
\nTake my heart, it is Thine own;
\nIt shall be Thy roy\u00adal throne.
\nIt shall be Thy roy\u00adal throne.<\/p>\n\n
Before the throne of God above
\nI have a strong and perfect plea
\nA great High Priest whose name is love
\nWho ever lives and pleads for me
\nMy name is graven on His hands
\nMy name is written on His heart
\nI know that while in heav’n He stands
\nNo tongue can bid me thence depart
\nNo tongue can bid me thence depart<\/p>\n\n
When Satan tempts me to despair
\nAnd tells me of the guilt within
\nUpward I look and see Him there
\nWho made an end to all my sin
\nBecause the sinless Savior died
\nMy sinful soul is counted free
\nFor God the Just is satisfied
\nTo look on Him and pardon me
\nTo look on Him and pardon me<\/p>\n\n
Behold Him there, the risen Lamb
\nMy perfect, spotless Righteousness
\nThe great unchangeable I Am
\nThe King of glory and of grace
\nOne with Himself, I cannot die
\nMy soul is purchased by His blood
\nMy life is hid with Christ on high
\nWith Christ my Savior and my God<\/p>\n\n
A mighty fortress is our God,
\na bulwark never failing;
\nOur helper He, amid the flood
\nof mortal ills prevailing:
\nFor still our ancient foe
\ndoth seek to work us woe;
\nHis craft and pow\u2019r are great,
\nand, armed with cruel hate,
\nOn earth is not his equal.<\/p>\n\n
Did we in our own strength confide,
\nour striving would be losing,
\nWere not the right Man on our side,
\nthe Man of God\u2019s own choosing:
\nDost ask who that may be?
\nChrist Jesus, it is He;
\nLord Sabaoth, His Name,
\nfrom age to age the same,
\nAnd He must win the battle.<\/p>\n\n
And though this world, with devils filled,
\nshould threaten to undo us,
\nWe will not fear, for God hath willed
\nHis truth to triumph through us;
\nThe Prince of Darkness grim,
\nwe tremble not for him;
\nHis rage we can endure,
\nfor lo, his doom is sure,
\nOne little word shall fell him.<\/p>\n\n
That word above all earthly pow\u2019rs,
\nno thanks to them, abideth;
\nThe Spirit and the gifts are ours
\nthrough Him Who with us sideth;
\nLet goods and kindred go,
\nthis mortal life also;
\nThe body they may kill:
\nGod\u2019s truth abideth still,
\nHis kingdom is forever.<\/p>\n\n
Here is love, vast as the ocean,
\nLoving-kindness as the flood,
\nWhen the Prince of Life, our Ransom,
\nShed for us His precious blood.
\nWho His love will not remember?
\nWho can cease to sing His praise?
\nHe can never be forgotten,
\nThroughout heav\u2019n\u2019s eternal days.<\/p>\n\n
On the mount of crucifixion,
\nFountains opened deep and wide;
\nThrough the floodgates of God\u2019s mercy
\nFlowed a vast and gracious tide.
\nGrace and love, like mighty rivers,
\nPoured incessant from above,
\nAnd heav\u2019n\u2019s peace and perfect justice
\nKissed a guilty world in love.<\/p>\n\n
Let me, all Thy love accepting,
\nLove Thee, ever all my days;
\nLet me seek Thy kingdom only,
\nAnd my life be to Thy praise;
\nThou alone shalt be my glory,
\nNothing in the world I see;
\nThou hast cleansed and sanctified me,
\nThou Thyself hast set me free.<\/p>\n\n
In Thy truth Thou dost direct me
\nBy Thy Spirit through Thy Word;
\nAnd Thy grace my need is meeting,
\nAs I trust in Thee, my Lord.
\nOf Thy fullness Thou art pouring
\nThy great love and pow\u2019r on me,
\nWithout measure, full and boundless,
\nAs I yield myself to thee.<\/p>\n\n
How deep the Father’s love for us,
\nHow vast beyond all measure
\nThat He should give His only Son
\nTo make a wretch His treasure
\nHow great the pain of searing loss,
\nThe Father turns His face away
\nAs wounds which mar the chosen One,
\nBring many sons to glory<\/p>\n\n
Behold the Man upon a cross,
\nMy sin upon His shoulders
\nAshamed I hear my mocking voice,
\nCall out among the scoffers
\nIt was my sin that held Him there
\nUntil it was accomplished
\nHis dying breath has brought me life
\nI know that it is finished<\/p>\n\n
I will not boast in anything
\nNo gifts, no power, no wisdom
\nBut I will boast in Jesus Christ
\nHis death and resurrection
\nWhy should I gain from His reward?
\nI cannot give an answer
\nBut this I know with all my heart
\nHis wounds have paid my ransom<\/p>\n\n
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
\nWhen sorrows like sea billows roll;
\nWhatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
\nIt is well, it is well, with my soul.<\/p>\n\n
It is well, with my soul,
\nIt is well, with my soul,
\nIt is well, it is well, with my soul.<\/i><\/p>\n\n
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
\nLet this blest assurance control,
\nThat Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
\nAnd hath shed His own blood for my soul.<\/p>\n\n
Refrain<\/i><\/p>\n\n
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
\nThe clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
\nThe trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
\nEven so, it is well with my soul.<\/p>\n\n
Refrain<\/i><\/p>\n\nJoyful, Joyful We Adore Thee<\/h1>\n\n
Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee,
\nGod of glory, Lord of love;
\nHearts unfold like flow\u2019rs before Thee,
\nOp\u2019ning to the sun above.
\nMelt the clouds of sin and sadness;
\nDrive the dark of doubt away;
\nGiver of immortal gladness,
\nFill us with the light of day!<\/p>\n\n
All Thy works with joy surround Thee,
\nEarth and heav\u2019n reflect Thy rays,
\nStars and angels sing around Thee,
\nCenter of unbroken praise.
\nField and forest, vale and mountain,
\nFlow\u2019ry meadow, flashing sea,
\nSinging bird and flowing fountain
\nCall us to rejoice in Thee.<\/p>\n\n
Thou art giving and forgiving,
\nEver blessing, ever blest,
\nWellspring of the joy of living,
\nOcean depth of happy rest!
\nThou our Father, Christ our Brother,
\nAll who live in love are Thine;
\nTeach us how to love each other,
\nLift us to the joy divine.<\/p>\n\n
And can it be that I should gain
\nAn int\u2019rest in the Savior\u2019s blood?
\nDied He for me, who caused His pain\u2014
\nFor me, who Him to death pursued?
\nAmazing love! How can it be,
\nThat Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?<\/p>\n\n
Amazing love! How can it be,
\nThat Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?<\/i><\/p>\n\n
He left His Father\u2019s throne above\u2014
\nSo free, so infinite His grace\u2014
\nEmptied Himself of all but love,
\nAnd bled for Adam\u2019s helpless race:
\n\u2019Tis mercy all, immense and free,
\nFor, O my God, it found out me!<\/p>\n\n
Amazing love! How can it be,
\nThat Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?<\/i><\/p>\n\n
Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
\nFast bound in sin and nature\u2019s night;
\nThine eye diffused a quick\u2019ning ray\u2014
\nI woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
\nMy chains fell off, my heart was free,
\nI rose, went forth, and followed Thee.<\/p>\n\n
Amazing love! How can it be,
\nThat Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?<\/i><\/p>\n\n
No condemnation now I dread;
\nJesus, and all in Him, is mine;
\nAlive in Him, my living Head,
\nAnd clothed in righteousness divine,
\nBold I approach th\u2019 eternal throne,
\nAnd claim the crown, through Christ my own.<\/p>\n\n
Love divine, all loves excelling,
\nJoy of Heav\u2019n to earth come down;
\nFix in us thy humble dwelling;
\nAll thy faithful mercies crown!
\nJesus, Thou art all compassion,
\nPure unbounded love Thou art;
\nVisit us with Thy salvation,
\nEnter every trembling heart.<\/p>\n\n
Breathe, O breathe Thy loving Spirit
\nInto every troubled breast!
\nLet us all in Thee inherit;
\nLet us find that second rest.
\nTake away our bent to sinning;
\nAlpha and Omega be;
\nEnd of faith, as its beginning,
\nSet our hearts at liberty.<\/p>\n\n
Come, Almighty to deliver,
\nLet us all Thy life receive;
\nSuddenly return, and never,
\nNevermore Thy temples leave.
\nThee we would be always blessing,
\nServe Thee as Thy hosts above,
\nPray and praise Thee without ceasing,
\nGlory in Thy perfect love.<\/p>\n\n
Finish, then, Thy new creation;
\nPure and spotless let us be;
\nLet us see Thy great salvation
\nPerfectly restored in Thee;
\nChanged from glory into glory,
\nTill in Heav\u2019n we take our place,
\nTill we cast our crowns before Thee,
\nLost in wonder, love, and praise.<\/p>\n\n
When I survey the wondrous cross\nOn which the Prince of glory died,\nMy richest gain I count but loss,\nAnd pour contempt on all my pride.<\/p>\n\n
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
\nSave in the death of Christ my God!
\nAll the vain things that charm me most,
\nI sacrifice them to His blood.<\/p>\n\n
See from His head, His hands, His feet,
\nSorrow and love flow mingled down!
\nDid e\u2019er such love and sorrow meet,
\nOr thorns compose so rich a crown?<\/p>\n\n
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
\nThat were a present far too small;
\nLove so amazing, so divine,
\nDemands my soul, my life, my all.<\/p>\n\n
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
\nIs laid for your faith in His excellent word!
\nWhat more can He say than to you He hath said\u2014
\nTo you who for refuge to Jesus have fled?<\/p>\n\n
\u201cFear not, I am with thee, oh, be not dismayed,
\nFor I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;
\nI\u2019ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
\nUpheld by My gracious, omnipotent hand.<\/p>\n\n
\u201cWhen through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
\nMy grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply;
\nThe flame shall not harm thee; I only design
\nThy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.<\/p>\n\n
\u201cThe soul that on Jesus doth lean for repose,
\nI will not, I will not, desert to his foes;
\nThat soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
\nI\u2019ll never, no never, no never forsake.\u201d<\/p>\n\n
I love Thy kingdom, Lord,v\nThe place of Thine abode,
\nThe church our blest Redeemer saved
\nWith His own precious blood.<\/p>\n\n
I love Thy church, O God;
\nHer walls before Thee stand,
\nDear as the apple of Thine eye,
\nAnd graven on Thy hand.<\/p>\n\n
For her my tears shall fall;
\nFor her my prayers ascend;
\nTo her my cares and toils be giv\u2019n,
\nTill toils and cares shall end.<\/p>\n\n
Beyond my highest joy
\nI prize her heav\u2019nly ways,
\nHer sweet communion, solemn vows,
\nHer hymns of love and praise.<\/p>\n\n
Sure as Thy truth shall last,
\nTo Zion shall be giv\u2019n
\nThe brightest glories earth can yield,
\nAnd brighter bliss of Heav\u2019n.<\/p>\n\n
O the deep, deep love of Jesus,
\nvast, unmeasured, boundless, free!
\nRolling as a mighty ocean
\nin its fullness over me!
\nUnderneath me, all around me,
\nis the current of Thy love
\nLeading onward, leading homeward
\nto Thy glorious rest above!<\/p>\n\n
O the deep, deep love of Jesus,
\nspread His praise from shore to shore!
\nHow He loveth, ever loveth,
\nchangeth never, nevermore!
\nHow He watches o\u2019er His loved ones,
\ndied to call them all His own;
\nHow for them He intercedeth,
\nwatcheth o\u2019er them from the throne!<\/p>\n\n
O the deep, deep love of Jesus,
\nlove of every love the best!
\n\u2019Tis an ocean full of blessing,
\n\u2019tis a haven giving rest!
\nO the deep, deep love of Jesus,
\n\u2019tis a heav\u2019n of heav\u2019ns to me;
\nAnd it lifts me up to glory,
\nfor it lifts me up to Thee!<\/p>\n\n
All to Jesus I surrender,
\nAll to Him I freely give;
\nI will ever love and trust Him,
\nIn His presence daily live.<\/p>\n\n
I surrender all, I surrender all;
\nAll to Thee, my blessed Savior,
\nI surrender all.<\/i><\/p>\n\n
All to Jesus I surrender,
\nHumbly at His feet I bow;
\nWorldly pleasures all forsaken,
\nTake me, Jesus, take me now.<\/p>\n\n
Refrain<\/i><\/p>\n\n
All to Jesus I surrender,
\nLord, I give myself to Thee;
\nFill me with Thy love and power,
\nLet Thy blessing fall on me.<\/p>\n\n
Refrain<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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