Spiritual Songs Hymn Book            


Of All The Gifts Thy Love Bestows


OF all the gifts Thy love bestows,

Thou Giver of all good,

Not heaven itself a richer knows

Than the Redeemer’s blood.



Faith too that trusts the blood through grace

From that same love we gain;

Else, sweetly as it suits our case,

The gift had been in vain.



We praise Thee, and would praise Thee more;

To Thee our all we owe;

The precious Saviour, and the power

That makes Him precious too.



Twas Thy Love, 0 God, That Knew Us


‘TWAS Thy love, 0 God, that knew us

Earth’s foundation long before;

That same love to Jesus drew us

By its sweet constraining power,

And will keep us

Safely now, and evermore.



God of love, our souls adore Thee;

We would still Thy grace proclaim,

Till we cast our crowns before Thee,

And in glory praise Thy name;

Praise and worship

Be to God and to the Lamb.


0 God, We See Thee In The Lamb



0 GOD, we see Thee in the Lamb

To be our hope, our joy, our rest;

The glories that compose Thy name

Standing engaged to make us blest.



Thou great and good! Thou just and wise!

Hail, as our Father and our God,

For we are Thine by sacred ties,

Thy sons and daughters—bought with blood.



Then, oh, to us this grace afford,

That far from Thee we ne’er may move;

Our guard—the presence of the Lord;

Our joy—Thy perfect present love.



This gives us ever to rejoice,

Turning to light our darkest days;

And lifts on high each feeble voice,

While we have breath to pray or praise.


Ere God Had Built The Mountains


ERE God had built the mountains,

Or raised the fruitful hills,

Before He filled the fountains

That feed the running rills,

In Thee from everlasting,

The wonderful I AM

Found pleasures never wasting,

And Wisdom is Thy name.



When like a tent to dwell in,

He spread the skies abroad,

And swathed about the swelling

Of ocean’s mighty flood,

He wrought by weight and measure;

And Thou wast with Him then,

Thyself the Father’s pleasure,

And Thine, the sons of men.



And couldst Thou be delighted

With creatures such as we,

Who, when we saw Thee, slighted,

And nailed Thee to the tree?

Unfathomable wonder,

And mystery divine!

The voice that speaks in thunder,

Says, “Sinner I am thine”.



And art Thou, Lord, delighted

To call us now Thine own—

The love no longer slighted

Which Thou to us hast shown?

Oh, way of purposed blessing

In death told out to man!

The fruit we’re now possessing,

Of Wisdom’s wondrous plan.


Unto Him Who Loves Us—Gave Us


UNTO Him who loves us—gave us

Every pledge that love could give,

Freely shed His blood to save us,

Gave His life that we might live,

Be the kingdom

And dominion,

And the glory evermore.


Jesus—How Much Thy Name Unfolds


JESUS—how much Thy name unfolds

To every opened ear;

The pardoned sinner’s memory holds

None other half so dear.



Thy name encircles every grace

That God as man could show;

There only could He fully trace

A life divine below.



Jesus—it speaks a life of love,

Of sorrows meekly borne;

It tells of sympathy above,

Whatever makes us mourn.



Jesus, the One who knew no sin,

Made sin to make us just;

Thou gav’st Thyself our love to win,

Our full confiding trust.


The mention of Thy name shall bow

Our hearts to worship Thee;

The chiefest of ten thousand Thou,

Whose love has set us free.


Thy Grace, 0 Lord, That Measured Once The Deep


THY grace, 0 Lord, that measured once the deep

Of Calvary’s woe, to seek and save Thy sheep,

Has touched our hearts and made them long for Thee,

Thyself our treasure and our all to be.



Thy glory, Lord, at God’s right hand above,

Supreme ofall in that blest scene of love,

In sonship tells our hearts their wondrous place,

In Thee accepted by the Father’s grace.



Thy fulness, Lord, of light and love divine,

No thought can grasp, nor human mind define.

The whole vast scene of glory will display

That fulness in a quickly-coming day.



When all things filled by Thee are wholly blest.

And God’s deep love eternally shall rest

In that which ever speaks to Him of Thee,

Thy greatness, Lord, the universe shall see.


Thy beauties, Lord, Thy holy precious worth,

Surpassing far the deepest joys of earth,

Attract our hearts—our joy Thy constant love,

Thyself our object in those scenes above.


O LORD, we adore Thee,


O LORD, we adore Thee,

For Thou art the slain One

That livest for ever,

Enthroned in heaven;

O Lord, we adore Thee,

For Thou hast redeemed us;

Our title to glory

We read in Thy blood.



0 God, we acknowledge

Thy greatness, Thy glory,

For of Thee are all things

On earth and in heaven;

How rich is Thy mercy,

How great Thy salvation!

We bless Thee, we praise Thee,

Amen, and Amen.


Father, We Thy Children Bless Thee


FATHER, we Thy children bless Thee

For Thy love on us bestowed;

As our Father we address Thee,

Called to be the sons of God.

Wondrous was Thy love in giving

Jesus for our sins to die;

Wondrous was His grace in leaving

For our sakes, the heavens on high.



Now the sprinkled blood has freed us,

Hast’ning onward to our rest,

Through the desert Thou dost lead us,

With Thy constant favour blest;

By Thy truth and Spirit guiding,

Earnest He of what’s to come,

And, with daily strength providing,

Thou dost lead Thy children home.



Though our pilgrimage be dreary,

This is not our resting place;

Shall we of the way be weary

When we see our Master’s face?

No: e’en now anticipating,

In this hope our souls rejoice,

And His promised advent waiting,

Soon shall hear His welcome voice.


Grace is the sweetest sound


GRACE is the sweetest sound

That ever reached our ears;

When conscience charged and justice frowned,

‘Twas grace removed our fears.



‘Tis freedom to the slave,

‘Tis light and liberty;

It takes its terror from the grave,

From death its victory.



Grace is a mine of wealth

Laid open to the poor;

Grace is the sovereign spring of health;

‘Tis life for evermore.



Of grace then let us sing,

A joyful, wondrous theme,

Who grace has brought, shall glory bring,

And we shall reign with Him.


Then shall we see His face

With all the saints above,

And sing for ever of His grace,

For ever of His love.


Jesus, The Lord, Is Risen


JESUS, the Lord, is risen

Triumphant o’er the grave;

For us He burst the prison,

Almighty now to save.

Captivity is captive led,

Since Jesus liveth that was dead.



Who to our charge shall lay Iniquity or guilt?

Our sins are washed away

Since Jesus’ blood was spilt.

Captivity is captive led,

Since Jesus liveth that was dead.



Who now accuseth them

Whom God hath justified?

Or who shall those condemn

For whom the Surety died?

Captivity is captive led,

Since Jesus liveth that was dead.



Christ has the ransom paid,

The wondrous work is done;

On Him our help is laid,

The victory is won.

Captivity is captive led,

Since Jesus liveth that was dead.


Sing, Without Ceasing Sing


SING, without ceasing sing

The Saviour’s present grace,

How all things shine in light divine

For those who’ve seen His face.



He’s gone within the veil,

For us that place has won;

In Him we stand, a heavenly band, Where He Himself is gone.



There all’s unsullied light,

Our hearts let in its rays;

And heavenly light makes all things bright,

Seen in that blissful gaze.



Such here on earth we are,

Though we in weakness roam;

Our place on high, God’s self so nigh,

His presence is our home.


And stayed by joy divine,

As hireling fills his day,

Through scenes of strife and desert life

We tread in peace our way.



That way is upward still,

Where life and glory are;

Our rest’s above, in perfect love

The glory we shall share.



For ever with the Lord,

For ever like Him then,

We’ll see His face in that blest place,

Our Father’s house in heaven.


Worship And Thanks And Blessing


WORSHIP and thanks and blessing,

And strength ascribe to Jesus;

The Lord alone defends His own,

When earth or hell oppresses.

Omnipotent Redeemer,

Our ransomed souls adore Thee:

Our Saviour Thou, we own it now,

And give to Thee the glory.



Thine arm hath safely brought us

A way no more expected,

Than when Thy sheep passed through the deep,

By crystal walls protected.

We sing Thine arm unshortened,

Brought through each sore temptation,

With heart and voice in Thee rejoice,

Thou God of our salvation.



Thy glory is our rear-ward,

Thy hand our lives doth cover;

And we, e’en we, have passed the sea,

And marched triumphant over;

We own Thy great deliverance,

And triumph in Thy favour,

And for the love which now we prove,

Shall praise Thy name for ever.


Hark! Ten Thousand Voices Crying


HARK! ten thousand voices crying

“Lamb of God” with one accord;

Thousand thousand saints replying,

Wake at once the echoing chord.



“Praise the Lamb”, the chorus waking,

All in heaven together throng;

Loud and far each tongue partaking

Rolls around the endless song.



Grateful incense this, ascending

Ever to the Father’s throne;

Every knee to Jesus bending,

All the mind in heaven is one.



All the Father’s counsels claiming

Equal honours to the Son;

All the Son’s effulgence beaming

Makes the Father’s glory known.


By the Spirit all-pervading,

Hosts unnumbered round the Lamb,

Crowned with light and joy unfading,

Hail Him as the great “I AM”.



Joyful now the new creation

Rests in undisturbed repose,

Blest in Jesus’ full salvation,

Sorrow now nor thraldom knows.



Hark! the heavenly notes resounding,

Higher swells the song of praise;

Through creation’s vault responding

Loud Amens which joy doth raise.


All That We Were—Our Sins, Our Guilt


ALL that we were—our sins, our guilt,

Our death—was all our own:

All that we are we owe to Thee,

Thou God of grace alone.



Thy mercy found us in our sins,

And gave us to believe;

Then, in believing, peace we found;

And in Thy Christ we live.



All that we are, as saints on earth,

All that we hope to be

When Jesus comes and glory dawns,

We owe it all to Thee.


MANY sons to glory bringing


MANY sons to glory bringing,

God sets forth His heavenly name;

On we march in chorus singing,

“Worthy the ascended Lamb!”



God who gave the blood to screen us,

God looks down in perfect love;

Clouds may seem to pass between us,

There’s no change in Him above.



Though the restless foe accuses,

Sins recounting like a flood,

Every charge our God refuses:

Christ has answered with His blood.



In the refuge God provided,

Though the world’s destruction lowers,

We are safe, to Christ confided,

Everlasting life is ours.


And, ere long, when come to glory,

We shall sing a well-known strain,

This the never-tiring story,

“Worthy is the Lamb once slain!”


May The Grace Of Christ Our Saviour


MAY the grace of Christ our Saviour,

And the Father’s boundless love, With the Holy Spirit’s favour,

Rest upon us from above.



Thus may we abide in union

With each other and the Lord,

And possess, in sweet communion,

Joys which earth can ne’er afford.


Paschal Lamb, By God Appointed


PASCHAL Lamb, by God appointed,

All our sins were on Thee laid;

By Almighty love anointed,

Thou hast full atonement made.

All Thy people are forgiven

Through the virtue of Thy blood;

Opened is the gate of heaven,

Peace is made for us with God.



Saviour, hail! enthroned in glory,

There for ever to abide;

All the heavenly hosts adore Thee

Seated at Thy Father’s side;

Worship, honour, power, and blessing,

Thou art worthy to receive;

Loudest praises, without ceasing,

Meet it is for us to give.


Lord Jesus, We Worship And Bow At Thy Feet

LORD Jesus, we worship and bow at Thy feet,

And give Thee the glory, the honour that’s meet;

While through Thee, 0 Saviour, our praises ascend

To God and the Father through worlds without end.


Blessed Lord, Our Hallelujahs


BLESSED Lord, our hallelujahs

Now to Thee we raise; Never could we fully utter

All Thy worth and praise.

Praise the Lamb! yes, Thou art worthy,

Who didst shed Thy blood

To redeem Thy saints and make us

Kings and priests to God.



Yes, we praise Thee, for Thou lov’st us;

And we bless Thee, Lord,

For the peace and joy and gladness

Which Thou dost afford.

Hallelujah! Thou, Lord Jesus,

Canst not cease to love;

Thine we are, and Thine for ever,

One with Thee above.



Praise the Lord! Yes, hallelujah!

Who would hush the song?

Join with saints from every nation,

Every tribe and tongue.

Praise the Lamb, for He is worthy,

Sweet eternal strain!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Praise the Lord! Amen.


Abba, Father, We Approach Thee


ABBA, Father, we approach Thee

In our Saviour’s precious name;

We, Thy children, here assembling,

Now the promised blessing claim.

From our guilt His blood has washed us,

‘Tis through Him our souls draw nigh;

And Thy Spirit too has taught us

“Abba, Father”, thus to cry.



Once as prodigals we wandered

In our folly far from Thee;

But Thy grace, o’er sin abounding,

Rescued us from misery;

Thou the prodigals hast pardoned,

Kissed us with a Father’s love;

Killed the fatted calf, and called us

E’er to dwell with Thee above.



Clothed in garments of salvation,

At Thy table is our place;

We rejoice, and Thou rejoicest,

In the riches of Thy grace.

“It is meet,” we hear Thee saying,

“We should merry be and glad;

I have found My once lost children,

Now they live who once were dead.”



Abba, Father, we adore Thee,

While the hosts in heaven above

E’en in us now learn the wonders

Of Thy wisdom, grace, and love.

Soon before Thy throne assembled,

All Thy children shall proclaim

Abba’s love as shown in Jesus,

And how full is Abba’s name!


O Lord, A Few Of Thine


O LORD, a few of Thine

‘Are gathered to Thy name;

May hearts o’erflow with joy divine

As we Thy promise claim.



We are, 0 Lord, Thine own,

The purchase of Thy blood;

By Thee we would approach the throne,

Confiding in our God.



In us the Spirit dwells,

The witness of God’s love;

Our hearts rejoice while He reveals

Thy glorious things above.


HOW good is the God we adore,


HOW good is the God we adore,

Our faithful unchangeable Friend:

Whose love is as great as His power,

And knows neither measure nor end!



‘Tis Jesus, the First and the Last,

Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home;

We’ll praise Him for all that is past,

And trust Him for all that’s to come.


His Be The Victor’s Name



His be the Victor’s name

Who fought the fight alone;

Triumphant saints no honour claim,

His conquest was their own..



By weakness and defeat,

He won the meed and crown;

Trod all our foes beneath His feet

By being trodden down.



He Satan’s power laid low;

Made sin, He sin o’erthrew;

Bowed to the grave, destroyed it so,

And death by dying slew.


Bless, bless the Conqueror slain,

Slain in His victory;

Who lived, who died, who lives again—

For thee, His church, for thee!


I Father, Thy Name Our Souls Would Bless


I FATHER, Thy name our souls would bless,

As children taught by grace,

Lift up our hearts in righteousness

And joy before Thy face.



Sweet is the confidence Thou giv’st,

Though high above our praise;

Our hearts resort to where Thou liv’st

In heaven’s unclouded rays.



There in the purpose of Thy love

Our place is now prepared,

As sons with Him who is above,

Who all our sorrows shared.



Eternal ages shall declare

The riches of Thy grace,

To those who with Thy Son shall share

A son’s eternal place.


Absent as yet, we rest in hope,

Treading the desert path,

Waiting for Him who takes us up

Beyond the power of death.



We joy in Thee, Thy holy love

Our endless portion is,

Like Thine own Son,

with Him above,

In brightest heavenly bliss.



0 Holy Father, keep us here

In that blest name of love,

Walking before Thee without fear

Till all be joy above.


Thine Is The Love, Lord, That Draws Us Together


THINE is the love, Lord, that draws us together,

Guiding our steps from the wilderness ways;

Soon face to face we’ll adore Thee for ever,

Now our glad hearts would be filled with Thy praise.



Faithful Thy grace o’er our pathway has waited,

Deep the delight we have found, Lord, in Thee;

Now with this treasure our spirits are freighted,

Bowed at Thy feet, and the fragrance set free.



For us, Lord Jesus, Thyself Thou hast given;

Sufferings unfathomed for us Thou hast known;

Now, in accord with the homage of heaven,

Rises a song from the hearts of Thine own.



Jesus, Lord Jesus, we love and adore Thee,

Glorious Thy Name, all our praises above;

Peerless Thy beauty, we worship before Thee;

Hushed are our spirits, at rest in Thy love.


Lamb Of God, Our Souls Adore Thee


LAMB of God, our souls adore Thee,

While upon Thy face we gaze;

There the Father’s love and glory

Shine in all their brightest rays;

Thy almighty power and wisdom

All creation’s works proclaim;

Heaven and earth alike confess Thee

As the ever great I AM.



Son of God, Thy Father’s bosom

Ever was Thy dwelling-place;

His delight, in Him rejoicing,

One with Him in power and grace:

O what wondrous love and mercy!

Thou didst lay Thy glory by,

And for us didst come from heaven,

As the Lamb of God to die.



Lamb of God, when we behold Thee

Lowly in the manger laid;

Wandering as a homeless Stranger,

In the world Thy hands had made;

When we see Thee in the garden

In Thine agony of blood,

At Thy grace we are confounded,

Holy, spotless, Lamb of God.



When we see Thee, as the Victim,

Nailed to the accursed tree,

For our guilt and folly stricken,

All our judgment borne by Thee,

Lord, we own with hearts adoring,

Thou hast washed us in Thy blood:

Glory, glory everlasting,

Be to Thee, Thou Lamb of God!


O Blessed Saviour, Son Of God


LAMB of God, Thou now art seated

High upon Thy Father’s throne;

All Thy gracious work completed,

All Thy mighty victory won:

Every knee in heaven is bending

To the Lamb for sinners slain;

Every voice and heart is swelling,

“Worthy is the Lamb to reign”.



Lord, in all Thy power and glory,

Still Thy thoughts and eyes are here;

Watching o’er Thy ransomed people,

To Thy gracious heart so dear;

Thou for us art interceding;

Everlasting is Thy love;

And a blessed rest preparing

In our Father’s house above.



Lamb of God, Thy faithful promise

Says, “Behold, I. quickly come;”

And our hearts, to Thine responsive,

Cry, “Come, Lord, and take us home.”

Oh, the rapture that awaits us,

When we meet Thee in the air,

And with Thee ascend in triumph,

All Thy deepest joys to share.



Lamb of God, when Thou in glory

Shalt to this sad earth return,

All Thy foes shall quake before Thee,

All who now despise Thee mourn;

Then shall we at Thine appearing,

With Thee in Thy kingdom reign;

Thine the praise, and Thine the glory,

Lamb of God for sinners slain.


O Blessed Saviour, Son Of God


O BLESSED Saviour, 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 honour, 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!


We Praise Thee For Thy Spirit


WE praise Thee for Thy Spirit,

Lord, The blessed Holy Ghost,

The promised Comforter from heaven,

Who came at Pentecost.



We praise Thee for His sovereign grace,

That broke our darkness through;

And wrought within us by Thy word

A birth divinely new.



We praise Thee that He is the Seal,

Whereby we’re marked as Thine,

Until redemption’s day shall dawn,

And we in glory shine.



We praise Thee for the Earnest given,

Of blessings yet in store,

The great inheritance which we

Shall share for evermore.


We praise Thee that the Unction sent

Abides in us for aye,

To be our Teacher, Guide and Strength,

Along life’s upward way.



We praise Thee for those ties divine

That bind Thy saints to Thee,

As members of Thy body one—

The Spirit’s unity.



We praise Thee for the work which He

Hath in our souls begun,

To form in us a transcript here

Of God’s beloved Son.


To Him who gave Himself


To Him who gave Himself

To God an offering sweet,

And purged away our guilt of sin,

Ascribe we praises meet.



To Him who gave Himself

For us, that we might be

Redeemed, and purchased for His own,

Sing we eternally.



To Him who gave Himself For her,

the church He loved,

And in the dark domain of death

His deep affection proved,



To Him who gave Himself,

Sound we our note of praise;

Our lives, our hearts, our all would we

Upon His altar raise.

To Him bow every knee;

To Him raise glad the song;

All honour, glory, thanks and praise

To Him by right belong.


Oh, Wondrous Hour When Saviour Thou


OH, wondrous hour when Saviour Thou,

Co-equal with the eternal God,

Beneath our sins didst deign to bow

And shed for us Thy precious blood!



On Thee, the Father’s blessed Son,

As Lamb of God our judgment fell;

That all was borne, that all is done,

Thine agony, Thy cross can tell.



Thy cross, Thy cross! ‘tis there we see

What Thou, our blessed Saviour, art;

There all the love that dwells in Thee

Was labouring in Thy breaking heart.



For us it was: our life we owe,

Our joy, our glory, all to Thee;

Thy sufferings in that hour of woe,

Thy victory, Lord, have made us free.


Glory To Thee, Our Father, God


GLORY to Thee, our Father, God,

Thou source of every joy;

O’erflowing praise to Thee we give;

This is our sweet employ.



In Thee our souls have found their rest;

Of love divine the spring,

Giver of every perfect gift,

Thy praise we gladly sing.



Glory to Thee, 0 Son of God!

We celebrate Thy worth,

Thou central Sun of life and joy

In heaven and on earth.



Thyself the Son, the Eternal God,

The Word, the great I AM,

Revealed in flesh Thou didst become,

In nature, truly man.



Praise for the Holy Spirit given,

Our Teacher and our Guide,

By whom from heaven’s unbounded store

Our every need’s supplied.



The Comforter, whose service is

To glorify the Son,

To take the treasures of His love

And make them all our own:



Glory to Thee, God Infinite,

And praise below—above;

Angelic hosts proclaim Thy power,

Redeemed ones sing Thy love.


We Adore Thee Evermore


WE adore Thee evermore, Hallelujah!

Saviour, for Thy boundless grace,


For the cross, whereby to us, Hallelujah!

Sure is made eternal bliss; Hallelujah!



For Thy death which set us free, Hallelujah!

From sin’s cruel slavery, Hallelujah!

For Thine all-atoning blood, Hallelujah!

Which hath brought us nigh to God:



Rise, My Soul! Behold ‘Tis Jesus


RISE, my soul! behold ‘tis Jesus,

Jesus fills thy wondering eyes;

See Him now in glory seated,

Where thy sins no more can rise.



There in righteousness transcendent,

Lo! He doth in heaven appear,

And the blood of His atonement

Is thy title to be there.



All thy sins were laid upon Him,

Jesus bore them on the tree;

God, who knew them, laid them on Him,

And, believing, thou art free.



God now brings thee to His dwelling,

Spreads for thee His feast divine,

Bids thee welcome, ever telling,

What a portion there is thine.



Blessed circle of His favour,

Circle of the Father’s love!

Blessed to be there for ever

In His perfect rest above!



Blessed, glorious word, “for ever”!

Yea, “for ever” is the word;

Nothing can the ransomed sever,

Nought divide them from the Lord.


Saviour, Unto Thee Assembling


SAVIOUR, unto Thee assembling,

Turn we now to praise,

Thankful hearts, Thy name adoring,

Sweetest song can raise.

Thou hast loved us, Thou hast bought us,

Thou hast made us free,

Hearts and voices blended, singing

“Glory unto Thee.”



Thine the cost and Thine the suffering,

Thine the cross and shame;

Ours the never-ending blessing

Through Thy precious name;

Thine it is, Lord, now the travail

Of Thy soul to see,

Thus o’erflowing with Thy praises

Sing we now to Thee.


The Atoning Work Is Done


THE atoning work is done,

The Victim’s blood is shed;

And Jesus now is gone

His people’s cause to plead:

He lives in heaven their great High Priest,

And bears their names upon His breast.



For us His blood was shed:

For us He lives above:

Secured in Him our Head,

God’s purposes of love.

God’s righteousness throws wide the door,

Whence mercy yields her boundless store.



And though awhile He be

Hid from the eyes of men,

His people look to see

Their great High Priest again.

In brightest glory He will come,

And take His waiting people home.


Oh’ What Shall We Do The Saviour To Praise?


OH’ what shall we do the Saviour to praise?

So faithful and true, so plenteous in grace,

So strong to deliver, so good to redeem

The weakest believer that looks up to Him!



How happy the man whose heart is set free,

The people that can be joyful in Thee!

Their joy is to walk in the light of Thy face,

And ever to talk of Thy mercy and grace.


On His Father’s Throne Is Seated


ON His Father’s throne is seated

Christ the Lord, the living One,

All His toil on earth completed,

All His work for sinners done:

In the glory

See Him, God’s eternal Son.



Every knee shall bow before Him,

Every tongue confess His name;

Ransomed myriads shall adore Him,

Who endured the sinner’s shame:

From the glory

God doth now His worth proclaim.



Man the cross to Him awarded;

Man the Saviour crucified;

This world’s judgment stands recorded,

God’s own justice satisfied!

By the glory

Christ was claimed on earth who died.



Son of God, His incarnation

Opened first the tale of grace;

Son of Man, in new creation

Leader of a chosen race!

Well may glory

Crown Him, in the ordered place!


O Thou Great All-Gracious Shepherd


O THOU great all-gracious Shepherd,

Shedding for us Thy life’s blood,

Unto shame and death delivered,

All to bring us nigh to God!

Now our willing hearts adore Thee,

Now we taste Thy dying love,

While by faith we come before Thee—

Faith which lifts our souls above.



As our Surety we behold Thee,

Ransoming our souls from death;

As the willing Victim view Thee

Yielding up to God Thy breath.

In the broken bread we own Thee,

Bruised for us and put to shame;

And the cup, 0 Lord, we thank Thee,

Speaks of pardon through Thy name.




But ‘tis past, and, Lord, we hail Thee

Crowned with glory on the throne;

Meet it is Thy saints should bless Thee

For the place Thy death hath won: Won for us—that in full measure

We should have our part with Thee—

Taste the river of Thy pleasure,

Share in all Thy victory.


Low In The Grave He Lay


LOW in the grave He lay—

Jesus, my Saviour!

Waiting the coming day—

Jesus, my Lord!


Up from the grave He arose,

With a mighty triumph o’er His foes;

He arose a Victor from the dark domain,

And He lives for ever with His saints to reign.

He arose! He arose!

Hallelujah! Christ arose!



Vainly they watch His bed—

Jesus, my Saviour!

Vainly they seal the dead—

Jesus, my Lord!



Death cannot keep his prey—

Jesus, my Saviour!

He tore the bars away—

Jesus, my Lord!


Lord Jesus Christ, Our Living Head


LORD Jesus Christ, our living Head,

How bright Thy glories shine!

Unique in Thy humanity:

Eternally divine.



Thou wast before created things,

Of all the Author Thou;

Upholder of the universe,

To Thee as God we bow.



The creature mind, howe’er sublime,

Thine essence cannot know,

Yet we to Thee, in majesty,

With reverence bend low.



But in Thy manhood’s glorious state

Our thankful hearts rejoice;

For of Thy body, Lord, are we,

Of love divine the choice.




Great source of wisdom, power and food,

All riches from Thee flow;

Thou on Thy church, Thy fulness here,

All treasure dost bestow.



So unto Thee, our glorious Head,

Love’s tribute now we bring,

In nearness here to Thee on high

In heavenly measures sing.


Not All The Blood Of Beasts


NOT all the blood of beasts

On Jewish altars slain

Could give the guilty conscience peace,

Or wash away its stain.



But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,

Took all our guilt away,

A sacrifice of nobler name

And richer blood than they.



Our souls look back to see

The burden Thou didst bear,

When hanging on the accursed tree,

For all our guilt was there.



Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove,

And bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,

And sing redeeming love.


Maker Of Earth And Heaven


MAKER of earth and heaven,

Whose arm upholds creation,

To Thee we raise the voice of praise,

And bend in adoration.

We praise the power that made us;

We praise the love that blesses;

While every day that rolls away,

Thy gracious care confesses.



Though trials and affliction

May cast their shadows o’er us,

Thy love doth throw a heavenly glow

Of light on all before us;

That love has smiled from heaven,

To cheer our path of sadness,

And lead the way through earth’s dark day

To realms of joy and gladness.




The light of love and glory

Has shone through Christ our Saviour,

The Crucified—who lived and died,

That we might live for ever.

And since Thy great compassion

Thus brings Thy children near Thee,

May we to praise devote our days,

And keep for ever near Thee.


Jesus, The Lord, Our Righteousness


JESUS, the Lord, our righteousness !

J Our beauty Thou, our glorious dress!

Midst flaming worlds in this arrayed,

With joy shall we lift up the head.



Bold shall we stand in that great day,

For who ought to our charge shall lay,

While by Thy blood absolved we are

From sin and guilt, from shame and fear?



Thus Abraham, the friend of God,

Thus all the saints redeemed with blood,

Saviour of sinners, Thee proclaim,

And all their boast is in Thy name.



This spotless robe the same appears

In new creation’s endless 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.


Lord, We Treasure With Affection


LORD, we treasure with affection,

All Thy path of sorrow here,

And those closing scenes of anguish

To our hearts Thyself endear.



Deep Thy sorrow then, Lord Jesus,

Deeper far than thought can reach,

Grief intense and sufferings holy,

Far beyond all tongues to teach.



None could follow there, blest Saviour,

When Thou didst for sins atone;

For those sufferings, deep, unfathomed,

Were, Lord Jesus, Thine alone.



Thou didst measure then sin’s distance;

Darkness, wrath and curse were Thine;

Man-betrayed, by God forsaken;

Thus we learn Thy love divine.


Grace Taught Our Wandering Feet


GRACE taught our wandering feet

To tread the heavenly road;

And new supplies each hour we meet

While travelling home to God.



‘Twas grace that wrote each name

In life’s eternal book;

‘Twas grace that gave the spotless Lamb

Who all our sorrows took.



Grace saved us from the foe,

Grace taught us how to pray;

And God will ne’er His grace forgo,

Till we have won the day.



May grace, free grace, inspire

Our souls with strength divine;

May every thought to God aspire,

And grace in service shine.



Grace all the work shall crown

Through everlasting days;

It lays in heaven the topmost stone,

And well deserves the praise.


High In The Father’s House Above


HIGH in the Father’s house above,

Our mansion is prepared;

There is the home, the rest we love,

And there our bright reward.



With Him we love, in spotless white,

In glory we shall shine;

His blissful presence our delight

In love and joy divine.



All taint of sin shall be removed,

All evil done away;

And we shall dwell with God’s Beloved,

Through God’s eternal day.


Christ Delivered Us When Bound


CHRIST delivered us when bound,

And, when wounded, healed our wound,

Sought us wandering, set us right,

Turned our darkness into light.



Can a mother’s tender care

Cease towards the child she bare?

Yes, she may forgetful prove;

He will never cease to love.



His is an unchanging love,

Higher than the heights above,

Deeper than the depths beneath,

Free and faithful, strong as death.



We shall see His glory soon,

When the work of grace is done,

Partners of His throne above;

Such to us His wondrous love!



This alone is our complaint,

That our love is weak and faint;

Yet we love Him, and adore,

0 for grace to love Him more!


Our God And Father, We Draw Near To Thee


OUR God and Father, we draw near to Thee

In all the worth of Thy beloved Son;

All Thou hast e’er desired from man we see

In Him, Thy Christ, Thine own anointed One.



No thought of His e’er moved apart from Thine;

Each holy footstep gave Thee fresh delight;

Perfect expression of Thy will divine

Thou hadst in Him—come forth from glory bright.



Thou ever lovedst Him—ere time began

He was beside Thee, object of Thy heart;

One with Thyself in Thine eternal plan,

In Godhead glory one in all Thou art.



And now Thou lov’st Him, for Himself He gave—

Theme of our song when time shall cease to be;

Laid down His life that Thou, 0 God, shouldst have

Fruit of Thy love in sons who worship Thee.


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