The Evangelist’s Hymnal (Section 3)

EH 88  7.6.D

Hail to the Lord’s Anointed!
Great David’s greater Son:
When to the time appointed
The rolling years have run,
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free;
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.

2 The heavens, which now conceal Him
In counsels deep and wise,
In glory shall reveal Him
To our rejoicing eyes;
He who, with hands uplifted,
Went from this earth below,
Shall come again, all gifted,
His blessing to bestow.

3 He shall come down like showers
Upon the new-mown grass,
And joy and hope, like flowers,
Spring up where’er He pass.   —   Any ideas?
Before Him on the mountains
Shall peace, the herald, go;
And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.

4 Kings shall fall down before Him,
And gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore Him,
His praise all people sing:
Outstretched His wide dominion
O’er river, sea, and shore,
Far as the eagle’s pinion,
Or dove’s light wing can soar.

EH 92

Hark! hark! the voice of Christ, the sinner’s Saviour,
In glory seated on His Father’s throne,
Telling of love and everlasting favour
For sinners far from God, by sin undone.
Message of Jesus, message of love,
Telling of welcome to that bright home above.

2 It is the voice of Him now crowned with glory,
Telling of life for “whosoever will;”
How sweet the sound of that entrancing story,
Which tells of love for guilty sinners still.

3 Now, weary souls, who rest and peace are seeking,
Who long for One to meet their deepest need,
Hear in the Word the voice of Jesus speaking,
And trust in Him who makes you free indeed.

4 Soon Jesus’ voice of love may cease appealing,
And, to your loss, the door of mercy close.
Spurn not the voice of Him with heart so feeling,
Who proved His love by dying for His foes.

EH 93  L.M.

Hark! how the gospel trumpet sounds,
Christ in free grace therein abounds—
Free grace to all, since death He slew;
And if free grace—why not for you?

2 The Saviour died, and by His blood
Brings rebel sinners home to God;
He died to free the captive who,
Was bound by sin—why not for you?

3 The blood of Christ! how sweet it sounds,
To cleanse and heal the sinner’s wounds;
The streams thereof are rich and true,
And why, dear soul—why not for you?

4 Thus Jesus came the poor to bless—
To clothe them in God’s righteousness:
This robe is spotless, ever new,
And why, dear soul—why not for you?

5 Eternal life by Christ is given,
And ruined rebels saved for heaven;
Then sing of grace and life anew,
Rejoice dear soul—’tis all for you!

SS&S 365  7s

Hark my soul! it is the Lord;
’Tis your Saviour, hear His word;
Jesus speaks, and speaks to you—
“Say, poor sinner, dost love Me?”

2 “I delivered you when bound,
And, when bleeding, healed your wound;
Sought you wand’ring, set you right;
Turned your darkness into light.”

3 “Can a woman’s tender care
Cease towards the child she bare?
Yes! and be forgetful too;
Yet will I remember you.”

4 “Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above;
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.”

5 “You shall see My glory soon,
When the work of grace is done;
Partner of My throne shall be;—
Say, poor sinner, dost love Me?”

6 Lord it is my chief complaint
That my love is weak and faint;
Yet, I love Thee and adore;
Oh, for grace to love Thee more!


Hark, sinner, while God from on high does entreat you,
And warnings with accents of mercy do blend;
Give ear to His voice lest in judgment He meet you;
“The harvest is passing, the summer will end.”

“The harvest is passing, the summer will end.”
“The harvest is passing, the summer will end.”

2 How oft of your danger and guilt He has told you!
How oft still the message of mercy does send!
Haste, haste, while He waits in His arms to enfold you:
“The harvest is passing, the summer will end.”

3 Despised and rejected, at length He may leave you;
What anguish and horror your bosom will rend!
Then hurry, O sinner, while Christ can receive you:
“The harvest is passing, the summer will end.”

4 The Saviour will call you in judgment before Him;
Oh, bow to His sceptre, and make Him your Friend!
Now yield Him your heart, and make haste to adore Him;
“The harvest is passing, the summer will end.”


Hark! ten thousand voices crying
“Lamb of God!” with one accord;
Thousand thousand saints replying,
Wake at once the echoing chord.

2 “Praise the Lamb,” the chorus waking,
All in heaven together throng;
Loud and far, each tongue partaking,
Rolls around the endless song.

3 Grateful incense this, ascending
Ever to the Father’s throne;
Ev’ry knee to Jesus bending,
All the mind in heaven is one.

4 All the Father’s counsels claiming
Equal honours to the Son,
All the Son’s effulgence beaming,
Makes the Father’s glory known.

5 Hark! the heavenly notes resounding!
Higher swells the song of praise;
Through creation’s vault responding!
Loud amens which joy does raise.

EH 96

Hark the glorious gospel, sounding far and wide,
Sinner, do not perish, Christ was crucified;
Come and take salvation, life for evermore,
Come and rest in Jesus’ love.

Resting in His love, resting in His love,
We are safe from judgment, through His precious blood;
Happy blessèd people, joyfully secure,
Singing of our Saviour’s love.

2 Sweetly trusting Jesus, none will trust in vain,
Trembling, doubting sinner, you may rest obtain;
Love delights in giving, can you still refrain?
Come and trust in Jesus’ love.

3 Those who trust in Jesus taste of heavenly joy,
Peace that comes from Jesus nothing can destroy;
Living here for Jesus, what a sweet employ,
Telling of a Saviour’s love.

Red 212

Hark! the gospel news is sounding,
Christ has suffered on the tree;
Streams of mercy are abounding,
Grace for all is rich and free.
Now poor sinner, now poor sinner,
Can you say, “He died for me.”

2 Grace is flowing like a river,
Millions there have been supplied;
Still it flows as fresh as ever
From the Saviour’s wounded side.
None need perish, All may live, for Christ has died.

3 Christ alone shall be our portion,
Soon we hope to meet above;
Then we’ll bathe in the full ocean
Of the great Redeemer’s love;
All His fulness
We shall then for ever prove.

GT 40

Hark! the Saviour’s voice from heaven
Speaks a pardon full and free;
Come, and you shall be forgiven;
Boundless mercy flowing free—

Even me, even me,
Boundless mercy flows for me.

2 See the healing stream ’tis springing
From the Saviour on the tree;
Pardon, peace, and cleansing bringing,
Lost one, loved one, it is free—

3 Hear His love and mercy speaking
“Come and lay your soul on Me;
Though your heart for sin be breaking,
You’ll have rest and peaceful be—

4 Every sin shall be forgiven,
You, through grace, a son shall be;
Child of God and heir of heaven,
So, a home prepared there’ll be.

5 There in love for ever dwelling,
Jesus all our joy shall be;
And our song shall still be telling,
All His mercy did for me.

EH 99  8.7.4.

Hark! the voice of Jesus calling—
“Come, O laden one to Me;
I have rest and peace to offer,
Rest, O lab’ring one, be free.”

Take salvation, take salvation—
Take it NOW and happy be.

2 Yes; though high in heavenly glory,
Still the Saviour sends His plea;
Faith can hear His gracious accents—
“Come, O laden one to Me.”

3 Life is found alone in Jesus,
Only there,—Oh can’t you see—
Offered without price or money,
’Tis the gift of God, sent free.

4 Soon that voice will cease it’s calling,
Now it speaks,—Oh bow the knee;
Sinner, heed the gracious message—
To the blood for refuge flee.

Good T 48  P.M.

Hark! there comes a whisper
Stealing on your ear;
’Tis the Saviour calling,
Soft, soft and clear:

“Give your heart to Me
Once I died for you.”             Help? was thee!
Hark! hark! your Saviour calls, ??????? Saviour’s plea
Come, sinner, come!

2 With that voice so gentle,
Do you hear him say?—
“Tell Me all your sorrows;
Come, come away!”

3 Would you find a refuge
For your soul oppressed?
Jesus kindly answers:
“I am your rest.”

4 At the cross of Jesus
Let your burden fall,
While He gently whispers:
“I’ll bear it all.”

SS&S 752  L.M. & Chorus

Hark! ’tis the Shepherd’s voice I hear,
Out in the desert dark and drear,
Calling the sheep who’ve gone astray,
Far from the Shepherd’s fold away.

Bring them in! bring them in!
Bring them in from the world of sin;
Bring them in, bring them in!
Bring the wand’ring ones to Jesus.

2 Who’ll go and help this Shepherd kind.
Help Him the wandering ones to find?
Who’ll bring the lost ones to the fold,
Where they’ll be sheltered from the cold?

3 Out in the desert hear their cry,
Out on the mountains wild and high,
Hark! ’tis the Master’s great decree:
“Go, find My sheep where’er they be.”

Sep sheet    C.M.D.

Have you heard the wondrous story
Of Jesus and His love?
How He the Lord of glory left,
His home in Heaven above;
He came to earth as tiny babe,
And grew to be a man
To show to men God’s thoughts for them,
Ever since time began.

2 God made man in His image pure,
Those many years ago,
He formed the earth from nothing then,
And set the stars aglow;
But Satan tried to ruin it,
By causing man to sin,
So Jesus came to bear those sins
And hearts to God, to win.

3 He bore those sins in agony,
While dying on the tree;
How often do we stop to think
That He loves you and me.
God was so pleased with what Christ did,
He raised Him from the grave,
And now, in Heaven ascended high,
He lives the lost to save.

4 Christ is the one Who paid the debt,
For all that we have done;
The Father says “Believe in Him,
My well-belovèd Son.”
We now to Him, in gratefulness,
Our heartfelt thanks do bring,
And freely show our love for Him,
Gladly our praises sing.

Sep sheet

Have you heard God’s wondrous message,
As He calls so lovingly?      
Would you turn from such entreaty,
Urged with gracious constancy?

2 Once, yes twice, He may have spoken;
As He waits your heart to win;
Waits to fill your soul with gladness,
Free you from your load of sin.

3 Now He calls again—O hearken!
He may never call you more;
Will you, can you spurn the message,
And His patient grace ignore?

4 Turn, Oh turn to Him, repenting;
Jesus as your Lord confess;
And, embracing Him as Saviour,
Joys untold you shall possess.

SS 308

Have you heard Him, seen him, known Him?
Is not yours a captured heart?
Chief among ten thousand own Him,
Joyful choose the better part.

2 Idols once they won you, charmed you,
Lovely things of time and sense;
Gilded thus does sin disarm you,
Honeyed lest you turn you thence.

3 What has stripped the seeming beauty
From the idols of the earth?
Not a sense of right or duty,
But the sight of peerless worth.

4 Not the crushing of those idols,
With its bitter void and smart;
But the beaming of His beauty,
The unveiling of His heart.

5 Who extinguishes their taper
Till they hail the rising sun?
Who discards the garb of winter
Till the summer has begun?

6 ’Tis the look that melted Peter,
’Tis the face that Stephen saw,
’Tis the heart that wept with Mary,
Can alone from idols draw:

7 Draw and win and fill completely,
Till the cup o’erflow the brim;
What have we to do with idols
Who have companied with Him?

EH 103

Have you any room for Jesus—
He who bore your load of sin?
As he knocks and seeks admission,
Sinner, will you let Him in?

Room for Jesus, Lord of glory!
Hasten now His word obey!
Swing the heart’s door widely open,
Bid Him enter while you may!

2 Room for pleasure, room for business
But for Christ the crucified—
Not a place that He can enter,
In the heart for which He died.

3 Have you any time for Jesus,
As in grace He calls again?
Oh “today” is “time accepted,”
Tomorrow you may call in vain.

4 Room and time now give to Jesus:
Soon will pass God’s day of grace;
Soon your heart be cold and silent,
And your Saviour’s pleadings cease.

EH 104  11.9.

Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

Are you washed . . .in the blood, . . .
In the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb?
Are your garments spotless? Are they white as snow?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

2 Are you walking daily by the Saviour’s side?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Do you rest each moment in the Crucified?—
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

3 When the Bridegroom comes, Oh,will your robes be white?—
Pure and white in the blood of the Lamb?
Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright,
And be washed in the blood of the Lamb?

4 Lay aside the garments that are stained with sin,
And be washed in the blood of the Lamb!
There’s a stream still flowing for the soul unclean—
Oh, be washed in the blood of the Lamb!

GH 183

Have you heard the voice of Jesus
Softly pleading with your heart?
Have you felt His presence glorious,
As He calls your soul apart,
With a love so true and loyal,
Love divine that ever flows
From a Saviour, righteous, royal,
And a cross that mercy shows.

2 Have you heard the voice of mercy
Granting peace and pardon pure?
Have you felt the balm of Calvary
Binding all your wounds secure?
Was there ever such salvation,
Was there ever care like this?
See the Saviour’s grief and passion,
Grace and mercy’s tender kiss.

3 Have you heard the Saviour calling
All to leave and follow Him?
Have you felt His Person drawing,
With compulsion, you to Him?
Hearken to His invitation,
To the music of God’s grace;
Let the peace of God’s salvation
Fill your soul, and love embrace.

AH 167

Have you read the story of the cross,
Where Jesus bled and died,
Where your debt was paid by the precious blood
That flowed from His wounded side?

He died with an atoning death for you
He died an atoning death;
Oh, wondrous love! for you, for me,
He died an atoning death.

2 Have you read how they placed the crown of thorns
Upon His kingly brow,
How He cried, “They know not what they do;
O Father, forgive them now”?

3 Have you read how the dying thief was saved
While hanging on the tree,
When he looked with pleading eyes and said,
“O Lord, remember me”?

4 Have you read that He looked to heaven and said,
“’Tis finished!”? ’Twas for you.     —   Help?
Have you ever said, “I thank Thee, Lord,
For giving Thy life for me”?

Sep sheet

Have you thought what we owe to our Saviour?
How He suffered for sins on the tree,
’Twas for your sins and my sins He died there
That you and that I might be free.

2 Have you thought what we owe to our Saviour?
When the crowds cry to “crucify Him”.
When all He had done was to help men,
To save them from Satan and sin.

3 Have you thought what we owe to our Saviour?
When he died for our sins to atone,
How the sun even blacked out its shining
When He bore God’s full judgment alone.

4 Have you thought what we owe to our Saviour?
If we go along now with the throng,
And forget what it cost Him to save us,
Though we know that to Him we belong.

5 Have you thought what we owe to our Saviour?
Whose great love is for ever the same.
As He still watches over us daily
Let us gladly confess His dear name.

SS&S 171  P.M.

He dies! He dies! the lowly Man of Sorrows,
On whom were laid our many griefs and woes;
Our sins He bore, beneath God’s awful billows,
And He has triumphed over all our foes.

“I am He that liveth, that liveth and was dead;
I am He that liveth, that liveth and was dead;
And behold, . . I am alive . . for evermore, . .
Behold, . . I am alive . . for evermore. . .
I am He that liveth, that liveth, and was dead;
And behold, . . I am alive . . for evermore.”

2 He lives! He lives! what glorious consolation!
Exalted at His Father’s own right hand;
He pleads for us, and by His intercession,
Enables all His saints by grace to stand.

3 He comes! He comes! Oh, blest anticipation!
In keeping with His true and faithful word;
To call us to our heavenly consummation—
Caught up, to be “for ever with the Lord.”

EH 107 (v3 thine? & v5?)

He found me the lost and the wand’ring,
The sinful, the sad, and the lone;
He said, “I have bought you, belovèd,
For ever you are My own.”

2 “O soul, I will show you the wonder,
The worth of My priceless blood;
You are whiter than snow on the mountains,
You are fair in the eyes of God.”

3 “O vessel of living water,
From the depths of the love divine,
The glorious life within you
That flows to your heart from Mine.”

4 “O soul altogether lovely,
O pearl for which Christ was given,
Would you know the joy and the glory
That welcome you into heaven?”

5 “Would you know how near to the Father
The place that for you is free?

Behold Me, O soul, in His bosom,
And measure His love to Me.”

6 “Are the love, and the joy, and the glory,
More than My blood could win?
In the name of the Son Belovèd,
Belovèd one, enter in.”

Good T 52

He left the brightness of His home
For sinners such as I,
An outcast and a stranger here,
He came to die.

2 Only-begotten Son of God,
He left the courts on high
To tread the weary paths of earth;
He came to die.

3 His life on earth was lowliness,
To God and sinners nigh;
He had nowhere to lay His head;
He came to die.

4 His was the voice that breathed o’er time
The comfort of the sky:
“Come unto Me.” For us He came;
He came to die.

5 He loved the souls for whom He died;
Not ours to question why:
But ours to fall before His feet,
Who came to die.

6 His is the loving voice we hear
That leads us to the sky;
We bless Thee, Lord, Who came to earth
For us to die.

EH 109  P.M.

He saves because He will:
Man’s will was to be lost;
But Jesus interposed,
And paid the fearful cost;
His precious blood He freely gave,
That He the guilty ones might save.

2 He saves because He will:
For this He came to die;
No mortal claimed His aid,
Love brought Him from on high,
Pure, sovereign, unrequested love,
Brought Jesus from the realms above.

3 He saves because He will:
Delighting still to bless;
He loves to clothe the soul
In God’s own righteousness,—
A righteousness which God can own,
Wrought out by His belovèd Son.

Red 188

Hear the Saviour at the door,
Let Him in,...let Him in,...let Him in.
He has often knocked before,
Let Him in,...let Him in,...let Him in.

’Tis the Saviour standing at the door,....
He’s been watching, waiting there before;....
Open wide the heart of sin,
Let the blessèd Saviour in;
Let Him in,...let Him in.

2 He’s your best and truest friend,
One who always will defend.

3 Do not let Him knock in vain,
He may never come again.

4 Hear His gentle, loving voice.
Bid Him welcome and rejoice.

GT 45  P.M.

Hearken! the day of God’s grace closes fast,
Linger not, linger not, doom comes at last;
Soon will the dark night of judgement be here,
Hurry, oh! hurry, while Christ still is near.

Come now to Jesus, come now to Jesus,
Come and your sins all confess.
Come now to Jesus, come now to Jesus,
He is still waiting to bless.

2 Long has He lingered, in grace He has sought
Those by His own precious blood He has bought,
Sought to redeem them, to cleanse them from sin,
Sought thus the love of their cold hearts to win.

3 Jesus has suffered that you might now be
Ransomed for ever, and happy, and free,
Will you not come and this message believe?
Linger no longer, the Saviour receive.

4 Weary one, hear Him, He’s calling to you,
“All you who labour, come unto Me now;”            Me, do!”
Come with your burden, a sinner confessed.
Jesus is waiting to give your soul rest.

May omit last verse

GT 46

Hearken to the gospel story, oh, so sweet!
Telling of a great salvation, full, complete,
Offered free to guilty sinners, you and me,
Through the finished work of Jesus on the tree.

2 Not for love that we had to Him has God thus
Shown, in sovereign grace and mercy, love to us,
Wondrous fact! the only reason—God is love,
Glorious tidings sent to us from above.

3 Though the message long has sounded far and near,
And its silvery notes still call us, loud and clear,
Yet the day of grace is drawing to a close,
And the soul who waits is risking endless woes.

4 Why not now in true repentance, sins confessed,
Turn to God, believe on Jesus and be blessed?
Then go forth and live unto Him, day by day,
He, Himself, your Lord and Shepherd, joy and stay.

GT 48

“Himself He could not save;”
He on the cross must die,
Or mercy cannot come
To ruined sinners nigh;
Yes, Jesus’ precious blood must flow
That sinners might forgiveness know.

2 “Himself he could not save,”
For justice must be done;
Our sins full weight must fall
Upon the sinless One!
For nothing less could God accept
In payment of that fearful debt.

3 “Himself He could not save,”
For He the surety stood
For all who now rely
Upon His precious blood,
He bore the penalty of guilt
When on the cross his blood was spilt.

4 “Himself He could not save,”
Love’s stream too deeply flowed;
In love Himself He gave
To pay the debt we owed.
Obedience to His Father’s will,
And love to Him did all fulfil.

5 And now exalted high—
A Prince and Saviour He—
That sinners might draw nigh
And drink of mercy free—
Of mercy now so richly shed,
For Jesus liveth who was dead.

C.S.S.M. 284 L.M.

His hands were pierced, the hands that made
The mountain range and everglade;
That washed the stains of sin away
And changed earth’s darkness into day.

2 His feet were pierced, the feet that trod
The furthest shining star of God;
And left their imprint deep and clear
On ev’ry winding pathway here.

3 His heart was pierced, the heart that burned
To comfort every heart that yearned!
And from it came a cleansing flood,
The river of redeeming blood.

4 His hands and feet and heart, all three
Were pierced for me on Calvary,
So, here and now, may I to Him
Bring hands, feet, heart, an offering.     not gospel    

EH 112  C.M.D.

His name is Jesus! None beside
Can do the sinner good;
Far off was I, but Jesus died,
And I have peace with God.
His name is dearer to me now
Than every name beside;
All glories beam around the brow
Of Jesus crucified!

2 The Holy One, who knew no sin,
God made Him sin for me;
The Saviour died my soul to win,
He lives, and I am free.
His precious blood alone availed
To wash my sins away;
Through weakness He o’er hell prevailed,
Through death He won the day.

3 His beauties all shine far above
A seraph’s power of praise,
And I shall live and learn His love
Through everlasting days.
The knowledge that He does loves me
Has made my cup run o’er.
Yes! Jesus all my song shall be,
Today, and evermore!

GT 49

Ho, every one that’s thirsty, come you
To the living waters free,
Come! drink, for God Himself invites you,
“W hosoever will,” says He.

2 The Son He sent for us to suffer,
All our sins to put away;
The work is done, and done for ever
Hear the joyful Gospel say.

3 Eternity with Christ the Saviour,
Would you miss this happy home?
Away from God the Father’s favour,
Will you choose that dreadful doom?

4 What boundless love so many drawing
To our Saviour, Christ the Lord,
Rivers of gospel grace are flowing,
Through His Spirit and His Word.

5 Oh! gladsome day when light is breaking,
For the souls once dark in sin,
The Shepherd on His shoulders taking
Wand’ring sheep He came to win.

EH 114

Ho, you thirsty, Jesus calls you;
Jesus came to give
Wine and milk of free salvation;
Come to Him and live.

Whosoever will may take it!
Hear the gospel cry!
Without price and without money,

2 Wherefore do you spend your treasure
Where there is no bread?
Only by the living Saviour
Dying souls are fed.

3 None can be too vile for Jesus,
None can be too poor;
By His blood are peace and pardon,
Mercies ever sure.

4 Oh, His tender love and pity!
Still He calls to-day;
One who comes to Jesus, never Shall be cast away.

5 From all sin He came to save us;
Satan’s slaves to free:
To His royal feast He bids us;
Sinner, taste and see.

EH 117 Dactylic

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!

2 ’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.

GB 421

How I praise Thee, precious Saviour,
That Thy love laid hold of me;
Thou hast saved and blessed and filled me,
That I might Thy channel be.

Channels only, blessèd Master,
But with all Thy wondrous power
Flowing through us, Thou canst use us
Every day and every hour.

2 Just a channel, full of blessing,
To the thirsty hearts around;
To tell out Thy full salvation,
All Thy loving message sound.

3 Emptied that Thou shouldest fill me,
A clean vessel in Thy hand;
With no power but as Thou givest
Graciously with each command.

4 Witnessing Thy power to save me,
Setting free from self and sin;
Thou hast bought me to possess me:
In Thy fulness, Lord, come in.

5 Jesus, fill now with Thy Spirit
Hearts that full surrender know;
That the streams of living water
From our inner man may flow.

GT 50

How matchless is God’s wondrous love!
He gave His Son from heaven above,
That none should perish who believe,
But everlasting life receive.

It was for me; it was for me,
The Saviour died on Calvary;
Salvation full for me to win,
God’s “Whosoever” takes me in.

2 Herein is love, ’tis love indeed;
A love that meeets our deepest need,
A love that passes human thought,
He loved us when we loved Him not.

3 To sinners lost, our God commends
His perfect love, which never ends;
The death of Christ that love has shown;
Was love so wondrous ever known?

4 His love dismisses all our fear,
And to Himself He brings us near;
The Father’s house we soon shall see,
To dwell in love eternally.

SS317  L.M.

How pleasant is the sound of praise!
It well becomes the saints of God:
Should we refuse our songs to raise,
The stones might tell our shame abroad.

2 For Him who washed us in His blood,
Let us our sweetest songs prepare;
He sought us wand’ring far from God,
And now preserves us by His care.

3 One string there is of sweetest tone,
Reserved for sinners saved by grace;
’Tis sacred to one class alone,
And touched by one especial race.

4 Though angels may with rapture see
How mercy flows in Jesus’ blood,
It is not theirs to prove, as we,
The cleansing virtue of this flood.

5 Lord, we adore the wondrous love
Which brought Thee here to bleed and die;
Soon shall we meet in heaven above,
And sing Thy praises in the sky.

EH118  S.M.

How solemn are the words,
And yet to faith how plain,
Which Jesus uttered while on earth—
“You must be born again!”

2 “You must be born again!”
For so has God decreed:
No reformation will suffice—
        ’Tis life poor sinners need.

3 “You must be born again!”
And life in Christ must have;
In vain the soul elsewhere may go—
’Tis He alone can save.

4 “You must be born again!”
Or never enter heaven;
’Tis only blood-washed ones are there—
The ransomed and forgiven.

5 “You must be born again!”
Then look to Christ and live:
He is “the Life,” and waits in heaven
Eternal life to give.

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EH 120 & Chorus

How sweet is the story of God’s boundless love,
That brought His blest Son from the glory above,
Who died in our stead upon Calvary’s tree,
Obtaining redemption that we might be free.

Sound His praise! sound His praise!
All the work has been done,
Praise His name! praise His name!
God’s own blessèd Son;
We give Him the glory, our Saviour and Friend,
Our song is of Jesus and never will end.

2 How wondrous the story! the claims of the throne
Were met by the blood, which for guilt did atone;
The judgment of sin has been borne by the Son,
Who glorified God in the work He has done.

3 How brilliant the glory where Christ is enthroned!
How rightly His name above others is owned!
Yes, Jesus, the Saviour, the glory-crowned Lord,
Is worthy by all to be ever adored.

4 How blessèd the hope of all those who believe,
That Jesus is coming “His own” to receive,
What rapture! what glory! for ever will be,
When caught up to meet Him, their Saviour they see.

in chorus — slur 'God's' (first two quavers)

EH 121 C.M. (chorus thee?)

How sweet the gospel trumpet sounds,
Its notes are grace and love;
Its echo through the world resounds
From Jesus’ throne above.

It is the sound, the joyful sound
Of mercy rich and true,
Pardon it offers, peace proclaims:
Sinner, it speaks to you.

2 It tells the weary soul of rest,
The poor of heavenly wealth,
Of joy to heal the mourning breast,
It brings the sin-sick health.

3 It speaks of boundless grace, by which
The vilest are forgiven;
To sinners it proclaims a rich
Inheritance in heaven.

EH 122  C.M.

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
It calms the troubled breast;
’Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

3 Blest Name; the Rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place;
My never-failing treas’ry, filled
With boundless stores of grace.

4 Jesus! my Saviour, Shepherd, Friend,
Thou Prophet, Priest and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.

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.

6 Till then I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And triumph in Thy blessèd Name,
Which quells the power of death.

GT54  11s (v5 thee/free?)

How vast, how full, how free,
The mercy of our God!
Proclaim the blessèd news around
And spread it all abroad.

2 How vast! “Whoever will”
May drink at mercy’s stream,
And know that faith in Jesus brings
Salvation e’en to him.

3 How full! It does remove
The stain of every sin,
And leaves the soul as white and pure
As though no sin had been.

4 How free! It asks no price,
For God delights to give;
It only says—a simple thing—
“Believe in Christ and live.”

5 Poor trembling sinner, “Come,”
God waits to comfort you;
Oh! cast yourself upon His love,
So vast, so full, so true!

GT 55  11’s

How wondrous a Saviour is God’s blessèd Son!
How great and eternal the work He has done!
God’s glory maintained by His death on the tree,
While mercy flows freely to you and to me.

2 How free is the pardon His blood has procured!
How great the salvation His name has ensured!
How blessèd the welcome His grace does accord!
To all who confess Him their Saviour and Lord!

3 Oh! why remain distant, when God calls you near,
In love that dismisses all bondage and fear?
Oh! why remain Christless, when you may be blest?
Oh! why remain weary, when Christ can give rest?

4 The moments are fleeting; then make no delay,
Secure God’s salvation while still ’tis to-day;
Eternity’s ages your soul has to face—
In blackness of darkness, or riches of grace.

EH 125

How wondrous the message that comes from Christ in glory,
From Him whose hands and feet were pierced and nailed to the tree!
’Tis by His words He speaks to-day,
And sweet it is to hear Him say,
“Come, he that’s thirsty, and whosoever will.”

2 How sweet is the story of God’s great love to sinners,
That God so loved the world that He did give His only Son;
That now through Him, once crucified,
The door of heaven is open wide;
Open for sinners—for “whosoever will.”

3 But why did He love so a world that never loved Him?
Oh! was it not because He’s God, and is in nature love?
In love He calls the sinner in,
Through Him who suffered once for sin;
“Come, he that’s thirsty, and whosoever will.”

4 But what led the Saviour to give His life for sinners?
For those who turned away from God and loved to do their will.
He bore the wrath and curse to prove
That “God is light,” and “God is love;”
Opening the glory for “whosoever will.”

5 How simple it is then, to trust that risen Saviour,
That blessèd Man who conquered death and lives for evermore!
What value in the precious blood
Of Jesus Christ the Son of God!
Opening the glory for “whosoever will.”

EH 126

I am not told to labour
To put away my sin;
So foolish, weak and helpless,
I never could begin.
But, blessèd truth, I know it,
Though ruined by the fall,
Christ has my soul redeemèd—
Yes, Christ has done it all.

2 I have not now to seek Him,
In love He sought for me,
When far from Him I wandered
In sin and misery;
He ope’d my ears and gave me
To listen to His call;
He sought me and He found me—
Yes, Christ has done it all.

3 And now I cannot please Him
In aught I say or do,
Unless He daily help me
His glory to pursue;
Still helpless and still feeble,
On His strong arm I fall,
My strength in pressing onward—
Yes, Christ must do it all.

4 And when in heavenly glory
My ransomed soul shall be
From sin and all pollution
For ever, ever free,
I’ll cast my crown before Him,
And loud His grace extol—
“Thou hast Thyself redeemed me;
Yes, Thou hast done it all.”

GB 685 & Chorus
I am so glad that our Father in heaven
Tells of His love in the book He has given;
Wonderful things in the Bible I see;
This is the dearest, that Jesus loves me.

I am so glad that Jesus loves me,
Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me;
I am so glad that Jesus loves me,
Jesus loves even me.

2 Jesus loves me and I know I love Him;
Love brought Him down my poor soul to redeem;
Yes, it was love made Him die on the tree:
Oh, I am certain that Jesus loves me.

3 If one should ask of me, how can I tell?
Glory to Jesus, I know very well!
God’s Holy Spirit with mine does agree,
Constantly witnessing—Jesus loves me.

4 Though I forget Him and wander away,
Still He will love me wherever I stray;
Back to His dear, loving arms I will flee,
When I remember that Jesus loves me.

5 In this assurance I find sweetest rest,
Trusting in Jesus, I know I am blest;
Satan, dismayed, from my soul now does flee,
When I just tell him that Jesus loves me.

6 Oh, if there’s only one song I can sing
When in His beauty I see the great King!
Then shall my song in eternity be,
“Oh, what a wonder that Jesus loves me!”

EH 128

I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,
Trusting only Thee!
Trusting Thee for full salvation
Great and free.

2 I am trusting Thee for pardon,
At Thy feet I bow;
For Thy grace and tender mercy
Trusting now.

3 I am trusting Thee for cleansing
In the crimson flood;
Trusting Thee to make me spotless
By Thy blood.

4 I am trusting Thee to guide me,
Thou alone shalt lead,
Every day and hour supplying,
All my need.

5 I am trusting Thee for power;
Thine can never fail;
Words which Thou Thyself shalt give me
Must prevail.

6 I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,
Never let me fall;
I am trusting Thee for ever
And for all.

HF 304  6.6. 6.6. 8.8.

I bring my sins to Thee,
The sins I cannot count,
That all may cleansèd be
In Thy once opened fount.
I bring them, Saviour, all to Thee,
The burden is too great for me.
The burden is too great for me.

2 My heart to Thee I bring,
The heart I cannot read,
A faithless, wand’ring thing,
An evil heart indeed.
I bring it, Saviour, now to Thee,
That fixed and faithful it may be.

3 My joys to Thee I bring—
The joys Thy love hath given,
That each may be a wing
To lift me nearer heaven.
I bring them, Saviour, all to Thee,
For Thou hast purchased all for me.

4 My life I bring to Thee,
I would not be my own;
O Saviour, let me be
Thine ever, Thine alone!
My heart, my life, my all, I bring
To Thee, my Saviour, and my King.

Kes 422 Omit -Sponsor
I cannot tell why He, whom angels worship,
Should set His love upon the sons of men,
Or why, as Shepherd, He should seek the wanderers,
To bring them back, they know not how or when.
But this I know, that He was born of Mary,
When Bethlehem’s manger was His only home,
And that He lived at Nazareth and laboured,
And so the Saviour, Saviour of the world, has come.

2 I cannot tell how silently He suffered,
As with His peace He graced this place of tears,
Or how upon the cross by God forsaken,
The crown of pain to three and thirty years.
But this I know, He heals the broken-hearted,
And stays our sin, and calms our lurking fear,
And lifts the burden from the heavy-laden,
For yet the Saviour, Saviour of the world,was here.

3 I cannot tell how He will win the nations,
How He will claim His earthly heritage,
How satisfy the needs and aspirations
Of East and West, of sinner and of sage.
But this I know, all flesh shall see His glory,
And He shall reap the harvest He has sown,
And some glad day His sun shall shine in splendour
When He, the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is known.

4 I cannot tell how all the lands shall worship,
When, at His bidding, every storm is stilled,
Or who can say how great the jubilation
When all the hearts of men with love are filled.
But this I know, the skies will thrill with rapture,
And myriad, myriad human voices sing,
And earth to heaven and heaven to earth will answer:
At last the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is King.

EH 129  7.6.
I could not do without Thee,
O Saviour of the lost,
Who by Thy blood redeemed me
At such tremendous cost;
Thy blessèd Self, Lord Jesus,
And precious blood shall be
My only hope and comfort,
My glory and my plea.

2 I could not do without Thee,
I cannot stand alone,
I have no strength or goodness,
No wisdom of my own;
But Thou, belovèd Saviour,
Art all in all to me,
And weakness will be power
If leaning hard on Thee

3 I could not do without Thee;
No other friend can read
The spirit’s silent longings,
Interpreting its need;
No human heart could enter
Each dim recess of mine,
And soothe, and hush, and calm it,
O blessèd Lord, but Thine.

4 I could not do without Thee,
For, oh, the way is long,
And I am often weary,
And sigh replaces song!
How could I do without Thee?
I do not know the way;
Thou knowest, and Thou leadest,
And wilt not let me stray.

EH 131  P.M. (thee ??)

I gave My life for you,
My precious blood I shed,
That you might ransomed be
And rescued from the dead;
I gave My life for you,
What have you given for Me?

2 My Father’s home of light,
My glorious heavenly throne,
I left for earthly night,
For wand’ring sad and lone;
I left it all for you,
Have you left ought for Me?

3 I spent long years for you
In weariness and woe,
That an eternity
Of rapture you might know;                 

I spent long years for you,
Have you spent one for Me?

4 I suffered much for you,
More than your tongue can tell,
Of bitt’rest agony,
To rescue you from hell;
I suffered much for you,
What can you bear for Me?

5 And I have brought for you,
Down from My home above
Salvation, full and free,
My pardon, and My love;
I brought great gifts for you,
What have you brought to Me?

6 Oh, let your years be spent,
Your life to Me be given,
Time’s fetters all be rent,
Then endless bliss in heaven;
So bring your worthless all,
Follow your Saviour’s call.

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I have a Friend so precious,
So very dear to me,
He loves me with such tender love,
He loves so faithfully:
I could not live apart from Him,
I love to feel Him nigh,
And so we dwell together,
My Lord and I.

2 He knows how much I love Him,
He knows I love Him well;
But with what love He loves me still
My tongue can never tell;
It is an everlasting love
In ever rich supply,
And so we love each other,
My Lord and I.

3 He knows how I am longing
Some weary soul to win,
And so He bids me go and speak
The loving word for Him;
He bids me tell His wondrous love,
And why He came to die,
And so we work together,
My Lord and I.

4 So up into the mountains
Of heaven’s cloudless light,
Or away into the valleys
Of darkness or of night,
Though round us tempests gather,
And storms are raging high,
We’ll travel on together,
My Lord and I.

5 And when the journey’s ended
In rest and peace at last,
When every thought of danger
And weariness is past,
In the Kingdom of the future,
In the Glory by and by,
We’ll live and reign together,
My Lord and I.

NG 43

I have a Friend whose faithful love
Is more than all the world to me.
’Tis higher than the heights above,
And deeper than the soundless sea:
So old, so new, so strong, so true;
Before the earth received its frame,
He loved me—Blessèd be His Name

2 He held the highest place above,
Adored by all the sons of flame,
Yet, such His self-denying love,
He laid aside His crown and came
To seek the lost, and, at the cost
Of heavenly rank and earthly fame,
He sought me—Blessèd be His Name!

3 It was a lonely path He trod,
From every human soul apart,
Known only to Himself and God
Was all the grief that filled His heart:
Yet, from the track, He turned not back
’Till where I lay in want and shame
He found me—Blessèd be His Name!

4 Then dawned at last that day of dread
When, desolate yet undismayed,
With wearied frame and thorn-crowned head
He, now forsaken and betrayed,
Went up for me, to Calvary,
And, dying there in grief and shame,
He saved me—Blessèd be His Name!

5 Long as I live my song shall tell
The wonders of His matchless love:
And, when at last I rise to dwell
In the bright home prepared above,
My joy shall be, His face to see,
And, bowing then with loud acclaim,
I’ll praise Him—Blessèd be His Name!