1
O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace.
2
My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad,
The honors of Thy name.
3
Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
’Tis music in the sinner’s ears,
’Tis life, and health, and peace.
4
His love my heart has captive made,
His captive would I be,
For He was bound, and scourged and died,
My captive soul to free.
5
He breaks the power of canceled sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean;
His blood availed for me.
6
So now Thy blessed Name I love,
Thy will would e’er be mine.
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
My Lord, they all were Thine!
1 PRAISE, O praise our God and king!
Hymns of adoration sing;
For his mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure.
2 Praise him that he made the sun
Day by day his course to run;
For his mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure:
3 And the silver moon by night,
Shining with her gentle light;
For his mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure.
4 Praise him that he gave the rain
To mature the swelling grain;
For his mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure:
5 And hath bid the fruitful field
Crops of precious increase yield;
For his mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure.
6 Praise him for our harvest-store,
He hath filled the garner floor;
For his mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure:
7 And for richer food than this,
Pledge of everlasting bliss;
For his mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure.
8 Glory to our bounteous King!
Glory let creation sing!
Glory to the Father, Son,
And blest Spirit, Three in One.
MHB 23
1. King of glory, king of peace,
I will love Thee;
And that love may never cease,
I will move thee,
Thou hast granted my request,
Thou hast heard me;
Thou didst note my working
breast,
Thou hast spared me.
2. Wherefore with my utmost art
I will sing Thee.
And the cream of all my heart
I will bring Thee.
Though my sins against me cried,
Thou didst clear me.
And alone, when they replied,
Thou didst hear me.
3. Seven whole days, not in one
Seven,
I will praise Thee;
In my heart, though not in heaven,
I can raise Thee.
Small it is, in this poor sort
To enroll Thee:
E’en eternity’s too short
To extol Thee.
1
Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise.
2
Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,
Nor wanting, nor wasting, Thou rulest in might;
Thy justice like mountains high soaring above
Thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love.
3
To all life Thou givest, to both great and small;
In all life Thou livest, the true life of all;
We blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree,
And wither and perish, but nought changeth Thee.
4
Great Father of Glory, pure Father of Light
Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight;
All laud we would render, O help us to see:
’Tis only the splendor of light hideth Thee.
5
Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise.
METHODIST HYMN BOOK (MHB) 50
Stanza 1
THE Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want;
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; He leadeth me
The quiet waters by.
Stanza 2
My soul He doth restore again,
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness,
E'en for His own name's sake.
Stanza 3
Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale,
Yet will I fear no ill;
For Thou art with me, and Thy rod
And staff me comfort still.
Stanza 4
My table Thou hast furnishèd
In presence of my foes;
My head Thou dost with oil anoint,
And my cup overflows.
Stanza 5
Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me,
And in God's house for evermore
My dwelling-place shall be.
MHB 91
Stanza 1
ALL hail the power of Jesu’s name;
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem
To crown Him Lord of all.
Stanza 2
Crown Him, ye martyrs of our God,
Who from His altar call;
Extol Him in whose path ye trod,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Stanza 3
Ye seed of Israel’s chosen race,
Ye ransomed from the fall,
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
And crown him Lord of all.
Stanza 4
Sinners ! Whose love can ne’er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go spread your trophies at His feet,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Stanza 5
Let every tribe and every tongue
Before Him prostrate fall,
And shout in universal song
The crowned Lord of all.
Stanza 6
O that with yonder sacred throng
We at His feet may fall,
Join in the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all!
MHB 99
Stanza 1
HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
Stanza 2
It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
’Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.
Stanza 3
Dear name! the Rock on which I build,
My Shield and hiding-place,
My never-failing treasury filled
With boundless stores of grace!
Stanza 4
Jesus, my Shepherd, Brother, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.
Stanza 5
Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as thou art,
I’ll praise Thee as I ought.
Stanza 6
Till then I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy name
Refresh my soul in death.
O come, all ye faithful,
Joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem;
Come and behold Him,
Born the King of angels.
O come let us adore Him,
O come let us adore Him,
O come let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.
True God of true God,
Light of light eternal,
Lo, He abhors not the virgin's womb;
Son of the Father,
Begotten not created:
O come let us adore Him,
O come let us adore Him,
O come let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.
Sing, choirs of angels,
Sing in exultation,
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above,
"Glory to God,
Glory in the highest":
O come let us adore Him,
O come let us adore Him,
O come let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.
See how the shepherds,
summoned to His cradle,
Leaving their flocks,
draw nigh to gaze;
We too will thither
bend our joyful footsteps;
O come let us adore Him,
O come let us adore Him,
O come let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.
Lo! star led chieftains,
Magi, Christ adoring,
Offer Him incense,
gold, and myrrh;
We to the Christ Child
bring our hearts’ oblations.
O come let us adore Him,
O come let us adore Him,
O come let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.
Child, for us sinners
poor and in the manger,
We would embrace Thee,
with love and awe;
Who would not love Thee,
loving us so dearly?
O come let us adore Him,
O come let us adore Him,
O come let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.
Yea, Lord, we greet Thee,
Born this happy morning,
Jesus, to Thee be glory given;
Word of the Father,
Now in flesh appearing:
O come let us adore Him,
O come let us adore Him,
O come let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord. While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,
The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around:
"Fear not!" said he (for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled mind)
"Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all mankind.
"To you in David's town, this day
Is born of David's line,
A Saviour, who is Christ the Lord;
And this shall be the sign:
"The heavenly babe you there shall find
To human view displayed.
All meanly wrapped in swaddling bands,
And in a manger laid."
Thus spake the seraph; and forthwith
Appeared a shining throng
Of angels, praising God, who thus
Addressed their joyful song;
"All glory be to God on high,
And to the earth be peace;
Goodwill henceforth from heaven to men
Begin and never cease."
---Alternative verses---
Where shepherds watched their flocks by night,
Near little Beth’lem town;
The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.
"To you in David's town, this day
Is born of David's line,
The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord;
And this shall be the sign:
“The heavenly babe ye there shall find,
To human view displayed
There meanly wrapt in swathing bands,
And in a manger laid.”
Thus spake the seraph; and forthwith
Appeared a shining throng
Of angels, praising God, on high
And thus addressed their song;
Thus spake the seraph; and forthwith
Appeared a shining throng
Of angels, praising God, on high
And thus addressed their song;
Thus spake the seraph; and forthwith
Appeared a shining throng
Of angels praising God, and thus
Addressed their heavenly song:
Heal us, Emmanuel,
hear our prayer
We wait to feel Thy touch;
Deep wounded souls
to Thee repair,
And Savior, we are such.
Our faith is feeble, we confess
We faintly trust Thy Word;
But wilt Thou pity us the less?
Be that far from Thee, Lord!
Remember him
who once applied
With trembling for relief
“Lord, I believe,”
with tears he cried;
“O help my unbelief!”
She, too, who touched Thee
in the press
And healing virtue stole,
Was answered,
“Daughter, go in peace;
Thy faith has made thee whole.”
Concealed amid
the gathering throng,
She would have shunned Thy view;
And if her faith was firm and strong,
Had strong misgivings too.
Like her, with hopes
and fears we come
To touch Thee if we may;
O send us not despairing home;
Send none unhealed away.
"Man of Sorrows!" what a name
For the Son of God, who came
Ruined sinners to reclaim!
Hallelujah, what a Saviour!
Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned He stood-
Sealed my pardon with His blood:
Hallelujah, what a Saviour!
Guilty, vile and helpless we,
Spotless Lamb of God was He;
Full atonement! can it be?
Hallelujah, what a Saviour!
Lifted up was He to die,
"It is finished!" was His cry;
Now in heaven exalted high:
Hallelujah, what a Saviour!
When He comes, our glorious King,
All His ransomed home to bring,
Then anew this song we'll sing:
Hallelujah, what a Saviour!
There is a green hill far away,
Outside a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.
We may not know, we cannot tell,
What pains He had to bear,
But we believe it was for us
He hung and suffered there.
He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heaven,
Saved by His precious blood.
There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;
He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven, and let us in.
O dearly, dearly has He loved!
And we must love Him too,
And trust in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do. When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince 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 sacrifice them to His blood.
See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
To Christ, Who won for sinners grace
By bitter grief and anguish sore,
Be praise from all the ransomed race
Forever and forevermore.
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a offering far too small:
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
To Christ, Who won for sinners grace
By bitter grief and anguish sore,
Be praise from all the ransomed race
For ever and for evermore.
How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
’Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest.
Dear Name, the Rock on which I build,
My Shield and Hiding Place,
My never failing treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace!
By Thee my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled;
Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am owned a child.
Jesus! my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.
Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I’ll praise Thee as I ought.
Till then I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath,
And may the music of Thy Name
Refresh my soul in death!
Lyrics
1. I know that my Redeemer lives.
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, he lives, who once was dead.
He lives, my ever-living Head.
He lives to bless me with his love.
He lives to plead for me above.
He lives my hungry soul to feed.
He lives to bless in time of need.
2. He lives to grant me rich supply.
He lives to guide me with his eye.
He lives to comfort me when faint.
He lives to hear my soul’s complaint.
He lives to silence all my fears.
He lives to wipe away my tears.
He lives to calm my troubled heart.
He lives all blessings to impart.
3. He lives, my kind, wise heav’nly Friend.
He lives and loves me to the end.
He lives, and while he lives, I’ll sing.
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.
He lives and grants me daily breath.
He lives, and I shall conquer death.
He lives my mansion to prepare.
He lives to bring me safely there.
4. He lives! All glory to his name!
He lives, my Savior, still the same.
Oh, sweet the joy this sentence gives:
“I know that my Redeemer lives!”
He lives! All glory to his name!
He lives, my Savior, still the same.
Oh, sweet the joy this sentence gives:
“I know that my Redeemer lives!”
Rejoice, the Lord is King!
Your Lord and King adore!
Rejoice, give thanks, and sing,
And triumph evermore:
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
The Lord, our Saviour, reigns,
The God of truth and love;
When He had purged our stains,
He took His seat above:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
His kingdom cannot fail,
He rules o'er earth and heaven;
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jesus given.
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
He sits at God’s right hand
till all His foes submit,
And bow to His command,
and fall beneath His feet:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
He all His foes shall quell,
shall all our sins destroy,
And every bosom swell
with pure seraphic joy;
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
Rejoice in glorious hope!
Our Lord the Judge shall come
And take His servants up
To their eternal home.
We soon shall hear th’archangel’s voice;
The trump of God shall sound, rejoice!
Pass me not, O gentle Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.
Savior, Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.
Let me at Thy throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief,
Kneeling there in deep contrition;
Help my unbelief.
Savior, Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.
Trusting only in Thy merit,
Would I seek Thy face;
Heal my wounded, broken spirit,
Save me by Thy grace.
Savior, Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.
Thou the Spring of all my comfort,
More than life to me,
Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
Whom in heaven but Thee?
Savior, Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.
MHB 338
Stanza 1
Rescue the perishing, care for the dying,
Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave;
Weep o’er the erring one, Lift up the fallen,
Tell them of Jesus the mighty to save.
Rescue the perishing, care for the dying;
Jesus is merciful, Jesus will save.
Stanza 2
Though they are slighting Him,
Still He is waiting,
Waiting the penitent child to receive.
Plead with them earnestly, Plead with them gently:
He will forgive if they only believe.
Stanza 3
Down in the human heart,
Crushed by the tempter,
Feelings lie buried that grace can restore;
Touched by a loving heart, Wakened by kindness,
Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.
Stanza 4
Rescue the perishing-Duty demands it;
Strength for thy labour the Lord will provide;
Back to the narrow way, Patiently win them;
Tell the poor wanderer a Saviour has died.
I hear Thy welcome voice,
That calls me, Lord, to Thee,
For cleansing in Thy precious blood
That flowed on Calvary.
I am coming, Lord,
Coming now to Thee:
Wash me, cleanse me in the blood
That flowed on Calvary.
2
Though coming weak and vile,
Thou dost my strength assure;
Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse,
Till spotless all, and pure.
3
’Tis Jesus who confirms
The blessed work within,
By adding grace to welcomed grace,
Where reigned the power of sin.
4
And He the witness gives
To loyal hearts and free,
That every promise is fulfilled,
If faith but brings the plea.
5
All hail, redeeming blood!
All hail, life-giving grace!
All hail, the gift of Christ our Lord,
Our strength and righteousness.
Just as I am, without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou biddest me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, 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!
Just as I am, though tossed about,
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings within, and fears without.
O Lamb of God, 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!
Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Will welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe.
O Lamb of God, 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!
Just as I am, of that free love
The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove,
Here for a season, then above,
O Lamb of God, I come!
And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Saviour's blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain?
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God,
shouldst die for me!
Amazing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God,
shouldst die for me!
'Tis mystery all! The immortal dies;
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the first-born seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine.
|:'Tis mercy all! Let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more. :|
He left His Father's throne above-
So free, so infinite His grace-
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam's helpless race.
|:'Tis mercy all, immense and free;
For, O my God, it found out me! :|
Long my imprisoned spirit lay
Fast bound in sin and nature's night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray-
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
|:My chains fell off, my heart was free.
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee. :|
Still the small inward voice I hear,
That whispers all my sins forgiven;
Still the atoning blood is near,
That quenched the wrath
of hostile Heaven.
|:I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.:|
No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine!
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
|:Bold I approached the eternal throne,
And claim the crown,
through Christ, my own.:|
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.
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long.
Perfect submission, perfect delight,
Visions of rapture burst on my sight;
Angels descending, bring from above
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long.
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long.
Perfect submission, 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.
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long.
Hark, my soul, it is the Lord!
’Tis thy Saviour, hear His Word;
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee,
“Say, poor, sinner, lovest thou Me?”
“I delivered thee when bound,
And, when bleeding, healed thy wound;
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turned thy darkness into light.
“Can a woman’s tender care
Cease toward the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.
“Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above,
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
“Thou shalt see My glory soon,
When the work of grace is done;
Partner of My throne shalt be:
Say, poor sinner, lovest thou Me?”
Lord, it is my chief complaint
That my love is weak and faint;
Yet I love Thee, and adore:
O for grace to love Thee more!
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee:
E’en though it be a cross
That raiseth me,
Still all my song would be,
|:Nearer, my God, to Thee,:|
Nearer to Thee.
Though, like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone,
Yet in my dreams I’d be
|:Nearer, my God, to Thee,:|
Nearer to Thee.
There let the way appear,
Steps up to heaven;
All that Thou sendest me,
In mercy given;
Angels to beckon me
|:Nearer, my God, to Thee,:|
Nearer to Thee.
Then, with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I’ll raise;
So by my woes to be
|:Nearer, my God, to Thee,:|
Nearer to Thee.
Or, if on joyful wing
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upwards I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
|:Nearer, my God, to Thee,:|
Nearer to Thee.
There in my Father’s home,
safe and at rest,
There in my Savior’s love,
perfectly blest;
Age after age to be,
|:Nearer, my God, to Thee,:|
Nearer to Thee. I need Thee every hour,
Most gracious Lord:
No tender voice like Thine
Can peace afford.
I need Thee, O I need Thee;
Every hour I need Thee;
O bless me now, my Saviour!
I come to Thee.
I need Thee every hour;
Stay Thou near by;
Temptations lose their power
When Thou art nigh.
I need Thee, O I need Thee;
Every hour I need Thee;
O bless me now, my Saviour!
I come to Thee.
I need Thee every hour,
In joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide,
Or life is vain.
I need Thee, O I need Thee;
Every hour I need Thee;
O bless me now, my Saviour!
I come to Thee.
I need Thee every hour:
Teach me Thy will;
And Thy rich promises
In me fulfil.
I need Thee, O I need Thee;
Every hour I need Thee;
O bless me now, my Saviour!
I come to Thee.
I need Thee every hour,
Most Holy One;
O make me Thine indeed,
Thou blessèd Son.
I need Thee, O I need Thee;
Every hour I need Thee;
O bless me now, my Saviour!
I come to Thee.
I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,
Trusting only Thee,
Trusting Thee for full salvation,
Great and free.
I am trusting Thee for pardon,
At Thy feet I bow,
For Thy grace and tender mercy
Trusting now.
I am trusting Thee for cleansing
In the crimson flood;
Trusting Thee to make me holy
By Thy blood.
I am trusting Thee to guide me;
Thou alone shalt lead,
Every day and hour supplying
All my need.
I am trusting Thee for power:
Thine can never fail;
Words which Thou Thyself shalt give me
Must prevail.
I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus;
Never let me fall:
I am trusting Thee for ever,
And for all.
What a Friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit,
O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer!
2
Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
3
Are we weak and heavy-laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge—
Take it to the Lord in prayer;
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer;
In His arms He’ll take and shield thee,
Thou wilt find a solace there.
Captain of Israel's host, and Guide
Of all who seek the land above,
Beneath Thy shadow we abide,
The cloud of Thy protecting love;
Our strength, Thy grace, our rule, Thy Word;
Our end, the glory of the Lord.
By Thine unerring Spirit led,
We shall not in the desert stray
We shall not full direction need
Nor miss our providential way;
As far from danger as from fear,
While Love, almighty Love, is near.
We've no abiding city here,
but seek a city out of sight;
thither our steady course we steer,
aspiring to the plains of light;
Jerusalem the saints' abode,
whose founder is the living God.
Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but Thou art mighty;
Hold me with Thy powerful hand:
|: Bread of heaven, :|
|: Feed me now and evermore. :|
Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing stream doth flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through:
|: Strong Deliverer, :|
|: Be Thou still my strength and shield. :|
Feed me with the heavenly manna
In this barren wilderness
Be my sword and shield, and banner
Be my robe of righteousness
|: Fight and conquer; :|
|: All my foes by sovereign grace :|
Lord, I trust Thy mighty power,
Wondrous are Thy works of old;
Thou deliverest Thine from thralldom,
Who for naught themselves had sold:
|: Thou didst conquer, :|
|: Sin, and Satan and the grave. :|
When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of death, and hell’s destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan’s side:
|: Songs of praises :|
|: I will ever give to Thee. :|
Musing on my habitation,
Musing on my heavenly home,
Fills my soul with holy longings:
Come, my Jesus, quickly come;
|: Vanity is all I see; :|
|: Lord, I long to be with Thee! :|
While we tread this vale of sorrow,
May we in Thy love abide;
Keep us, O our gracious Saviour!
Cleaving closely to Thy side:
|: Still relying :|
|: On our Father’s changeless love. :|
Saviour, 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. :|