STEM Publishing : hymns : Hymns for the Little Flock (1881) : 151-200

Little Flock 1881 Edition — Section 4.

151    C.M.

Lord Jesus! when we think of Thee.
Of all Thy love and grace,
Our spirits long and fain would see
Thy beauty face to face.

And though the wilderness we tread,
A barren, thirsty ground,
With thorns and briers overspread,
Where foes and snares abound;

Yet in Thy love such depths we see,
Our souls o'erflow with praise —
Content ourselves, while, Lord, to Thee
A joyful song we raise.

Our Lord, our Life, our Rest, our Shield,
Our Rock, our Food, our Light;
Each thought of Thee doth constant yield
Unchanging, fresh delight.

Blest Saviour, keep our spirits stayed,
Hard following after Thee,
Till we, in robes of white arrayed,
Thy face in glory see.


Thy name we love, Lord Jesus;
And lowly bow before Thee;
And while we live, to Thee we give
All blessing, worship, glory;
We sing aloud Thy praises,
Our hearts and voices blending,
'Tis Thou alone we worthy own,
Thy beauty's all transcending.

Thy name we love, Lord Jesus;
It tells God's love unbounded
To ruined man ere time began,
Or heaven and earth were founded;
Thine is a love eternal,
That found in us its pleasure,
That brought Thee low to bear our woe,
And make us Thine own treasure.

The name we love, Lord Jesus;
It tells Thy birth so lowly,
Thy patience, grace, Thy gentleness,
Thy lonely path, so holy;
Thou wast the "Man of sorrows";
Our grief, too, Thou didst bear it;
Our bitter cup Thou drankest up;
The thorny crown — didst wear it.

Thy name we love, Lord Jesus;
God's Lamb — Thou wast ordained
To bear our sins (Thyself all clean),
And hast our guilt sustained:
We see Thee crowned in glory,
Above the heavens now seated,
The victory won, Thy work well done,
Our righteousness completed.

153    S.M.

Whom have we, Lord, but Thee,
Soul-thirst to satisfy?
Exhaustless spring! the waters free!
All other streams are dry.

Our hearts by Thee are set
On brighter things above;
Strange that we ever should forget
Thine own most faithful love.

Yet oft we credit not
He freely gives as God,
Though well we know our happy lot
In trusting to His blood.

None like the ransomed host
That precious blood have known;
Redemption gives faith's holy boast
To draw so near the throne.

Higher and higher yet!
Pleading that same life-blood;
We taste the love that knows no let,
Of Abba as of God.


Our Father, we would worship
In Jesu's holy name;
For He, whate'er our changes,
For ever in the same:
Through Him our childlike praises
As incense sweet will be;
The songs Thy Spirit raises
Can ne'er want melody.

The fire Thy love hath kindled
Shall never be put out;
The Spirit keeps it burning
(Though dimmed by things without):
O make it burn more brightly!
By faith more freely shine;
That we may value rightly,
The grace that made us Thine.


What was it, blessed God,
Led Thee to give Thy son,
To yield Thy well-beloved
For us by sin undone?
'Twas love unbounded led Thee thus
To give Thy well-beloved for us.

What led Thy Son, O God!
To leave Thy throne on high,
To shed His precious blood,
To suffer and to die?
'Twas love, unbounded love to us,
Led Him to die and suffer thus.

What moved Thee to impart
Thy Spirit from above,
Therewith to fill our heart
With heavenly peace and love?
'Twas love, unbounded love to us,
Moved Thee to give Thy Spirit thus.

What love to Thee we owe,
Our God, for all Thy grace;
Our hearts may well o'erflow
In everlasting praise!
Make us, O Lord, to praise Thee thus
For all Thy boundless love to us.

156    C.M.

"Praise ye the Lord," again, again,
The Spirit strikes the chord;
Nor toucheth He our hearts in vain;
We praise, we praise the Lord.

"Rejoice in Him," again, again,
The Spirit speaks the word,
And faith takes up the happy strain;
Our joy is in the Lord.

"Stand fast in Christ"; ah! yet again
He teacheth all the band;
If human efforts are in vain,
In Christ it is we stand.

"Clean every whit"; Thou saidst it, Lord;
Shall one suspicion lurk?
Thine, surely is a faithful word,
And Thine a finished work.

For ever be the glory given
To Thee, O Lamb of God!
Our every joy on earth in heaven,
We owe it to Thy blood.


In all things more than conquerors
Through Him that loved us —
We know that neither death, nor life,
Nor angels, rulers, powers,
Nor present things, nor things to come,
Nor even height, nor depth,
Nor any other creature-thing,
Above, below, around,
Can part us from the love of God
In Jesus Christ our Lord.


Secured in Christ, their Head on high,
The saints below may boldly cry —
Praise to our God, Amen!
To God in Christ all praise be given —
For evermore, on earth, in heaven.
Amen! Amen! Amen!

159    C.M.

All things that God or man could wish,
In Jesus richly meet;
Not to our eyes is light so dear,
No earthly tie so sweet.

O may His name still cheer our hearts
And shed its fragrance there!
The sweetest balm of every wound,
The cure of every care.

160    10s or 11s.

Though troubles assail,
And dangers affright,
Though friends should all fail,
And foes all unite:
Yet one thing secures us
Whatever betide,
The scripture assures us
The Lord will provide.

The birds, without barn
Or storehouse, are fed;
From them let us learn
To trust for our bread:
His saints what is fitting
Shall ne'er be denied,
So long as 'tis written,
The Lord will provide.

We may, like the ships,
By tempests be toss'd
On perilous deeps,
But cannot be lost;
Though Satan enrages
The wind and the tide,
The promise engages
The Lord will provide.

His call we obey,
Like Abram of old,
Not knowing our way,
But faith makes us bold;
For though we are strangers,
We have a sure guide,
And trust in all dangers
The Lord will provide.

161    S.M.

"For ever with the Lord!"
Amen! so let it be:
Life from the dead is in that word,
'Tis immortality.

Here in the body pent,
Absent from Him we roam,
Yet nightly pitch our moving tent
A day's march nearer home.

Our Father's home on high,
Home to our souls so dear.
E'en now to faith's transpiercing eye
Thy golden gates appear.

Our thirsty spirits faint
To reach the home we love;
The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above.

And though there intervene
Rough seas and stormy skies,
Though by no mortal vision seen
Thy glory fills our eyes.

There shall all clouds depart,
The wilderness shall cease;
And sweetly shall each gladdened heart
Enjoy eternal peace.


What rich, eternal bursts of praise
Shall fill yon courts through endless days,
When time shall cease to be!
Round and around the notes shall swell,
As each redeemed one joins to tell
Thy love, so vast and free.

Each shall the Saviour's likeness bear,
A royal crown each brow shall wear,
With robes unsullied white.
The everlasting song shall be,
To Thee, O Lamb of God, to Thee,
'Mid scenes of purest light.

Our joy unhindered then with Thee,
Our eyes undimmed Thy glory see,
Whilst worthy praise we give.
Through that eternal cloudless day,
Our burning hearts with rapture say
He died that we might live.


While created things are wasting,
Still our God abides the same;
All His words are everlasting,
All His works His love proclaim;
Sing we praises to His name.


O Jesus Christ, most holy —
Head of the church, Thy bride,
In us each day more fully
Thy name be magnified!
O may, in each believer,
Thy love its power display,
And none among us ever
From Thee, our Shepherd, stray!


Head of the church triumphant!
We joyfully adore Thee;
Till Thou appear, Thy members here
Would sing like those in glory!
We lift our hearts and voices,
In blest anticipation,
And cry aloud, and give to God
The praise of our salvation.

While in affliction's furnace,
And passing through the fire,
The love we praise which tries our ways,
And ever brings us nigher.
We lift our hearts, exulting
In Thine almighty favour:
The love divine which made us Thine
Shall keep us Thine for ever.

Thou dost conduct Thy people
Safely through all temptation;
Nor will we fear, since Thou art near,
The fire of tribulation.
The world with sin and Satan,
Display their strength before us;
By Thee we shall break through them all,
And join in the heavenly chorus.

By faith we see the glory
Of which Thou dost assure us;
The world despise, for that high prize
Which Thou hast set before us.
And may we, counted worthy
To meet the Son from heaven,
There see our Lord, by all adored,
To us in glory given.


Lord, Thou hast drawn us after Thee,
Now let us run and never tire;
Thy presence shall our comfort be,
Thyself our hope, our sole desire.
Our present Saviour, while nor fear
Nor sin can come if Thou art near.

What in Thy love possess we not?
Our star by night, our sun by day,
Our spring of life when parched with drought:
Our wine to cheer, our bread to stay,
Our strength, our shield, our safe abode,
Our robe before the throne of God!

Unchangeable, Thy gracious love
Our earthly path has ceaseless viewed;
Ere knew our beating heart to move,
Thy tender mercies still pursued;
Ever with us may They abide,
And close us in on ev'ry side.


Thy love we own, Lord Jesus;
In service unremitting,
Within the veil Thou dost prevail,
Each soul for worship fitting;
Encompassed here with failure,
Each earthly refuge fails us;
Without, within, in strife with sin —
Thy name alone avails us.

Thy love we own, Lord Jesus;
For though Thy toils are ended,
Thy tender heart doth take its part
With those Thy grace befriended.
Thy sympathy, how precious!
Thou succourest in sorrow,
And bidst us cheer, while pilgrims here,
And haste the hopeful morrow.

Thy love we own, Lord Jesus;
Thy way is traced before Thee:
Thou wilt descend, and we ascend,
To meet in heavenly glory;
Soon shall the blissful morning
Call forth Thy saints to meet Thee;
Our only Lord, alone adored,
With gladness then we'll greet Thee.

Thy love we own, Lord Jesus;
And wait to see Thy glory,
To know as known, and fully own
Thy perfect grace before Thee:
We plead Thy parting promise,
Come, Saviour, to release us,
Then endless praise our lips shall raise,
For love like Thine, Lord Jesus.


The night is far spent, and the day is at hand:
No sign to be looked for; the star's in the sky;
Rejoice then ye saints, 'tis your Lord's own command;
Rejoice, for the coming of Jesus draws nigh.

What a day will that be when the Saviour appears!
How welcome to those who have shared in His cross!
A crown incorruptible then will be theirs,
A rich compensation for suffering and loss.

What is loss in this world when compared to that day,
To the glory that then shall from heaven be revealed?
"The Saviour is coming," His people may say;
"The Lord whom we look for, our Sun and our Shield."

O pardon us, Lord! that our love to Thy name
Is so faint, with so much our affections to move!
Our coldness might fill us with grief and with shame.
So much to be loved, and so little to love.

O kindle within us a holy desire,
Like that which was found in Thy people of old,
Who tasted Thy love and whose hearts were on fire,
While They waited in patience Thy face to behold.


Lord, we can see, by faith in Thee,
A prospect bright, unfailing;
Where God shall shine, in light divine,
In glory never fading.

A home above, of peace and love,
Close to Thy holy person;
Thy saints shall there see glory fair,
And shine as Thy reflection.

O how we thirst the chains to burst,
That weigh our spirits downward;
And there to flow in love's full glow,
With hearts like Thine surrounded.

No more as here, 'mid snares to fear
A thought or wish unholy;
No more to pain the Lamb once slain,
But live to love Thee wholly!

No more to view Thy chosen few
In selfish strife divided;
But drink in peace the living grace
That gave them hearts united!

Lord, haste that day of cloudless ray,
That prospect bright, unfailing;
Where God shall shine in light divine,
In glory never fading.


Lo! He comes from heaven descending,
Once for favoured sinners slain!
Thousand thousand saints attending
Swell the triumph of His train!
Jesus comes and comes to reign!

See the Saviour, long expected,
Now in solemn pomp appear!
And His saints, by man rejected,
All His heavenly glory share:
See the Son of God appear!

Lo! the tokens of His passion,
Though in glory, still He bears;
Cause of endless exultation
To His ransomed worshippers;
Christ, the Lamb of God, appears.

Israel's race shall now behold Him
Full of grace and majesty;
Though they set at naught and sold Him,
Pierced and nailed Him to the tree,
Now in glory
Shall their great Messiah see.

'Tis Thy heavenly bride and Spirit,
Jesus, Lord! that bid Thee come;
All the glory to inherit,
And to take Thy people home.
All creation
Travails, groans, till Thou shalt come.

Yea, Amen, let all adore Thee,
High on Thine exalted throne:
Saviour, take the power and glory;
Claim the kingdoms for Thine own:
Come Lord Jesus!
Hallelujah! come, Lord, come!


He bids us come; His voice we know,
And boldly on the waters go
To Him our God and Lord;
We walk on life's tempestuous sea,
For He who died to set us free
Hath called us with His word.

Secure, on boisterous waves we tread,
Nor all the billows round us dread,
While on the Lord we look;
The tempter drives his vortex round,
We pass it as on solid ground;
The wave is firm as rock.

But if from Him we turn the eye,
We see the raging floods run high,
Our hearts are full of fear;
Our foes so strong, our flesh so frail,
Reason and unbelief prevail,
Forgetting He is near.

Lord! we our unbelief confess,
Do thou our little faith increase,
That we may fail no more,
But fix on Thee a steady eye,
And on Thine outstretched arm rely,
Till all the storm is o'er.

172    C.M.

O teach us more of Thy blest ways,
Thou holy Lamb of God!
And fix and root us in Thy grace,
As those redeemed by blood.

O tell us often of Thy love,
Of all Thy grief and pain;
And let our hearts with joy confess
That thence comes all our gain.

For this, O may we freely count
Whate'er we have but loss;
The dearest object of our love,
Compared with Thee, but dross.

Engrave this deeply on our hearts
With an eternal pen,
That we may, in some small degree,
Return Thy love again.


"A little while" — the Lord shall come,
And we shall wander here no more;
He'll take us to His Father's home,
Where He for us is gone before —
To dwell with Him, to see His face,
And sing the glories of His grace.

"A little while" — He'll come again,
Let us the precious hours redeem;
Our only grief to give Him pain,
Our joy to serve and follow Him.
Watching and ready may we be,
As those that wait their Lord to see.

"A little while" — 'twill soon be past,
Why should we shun the promised cross?
O let us in His footsteps haste,
Counting for HIm all else but loss!
For how will recompense His smile,
The sufferings of this little "while."

"A little while" — come, Saviour, come!
For Thee Thy bride has tarried long:
Take Thy poor waiting pilgrims home,
To sing the new eternal song,
To see Thy glory, and to be,
In everything conformed to Thee!

174    S.M.

O patient, spotless One!
Our hearts in meekness train,
To bear Thy yoke, and learn of Thee,
That we may rest obtain.

Jesus! Thou art enough
The mind and heart to fill;
Thy patient life — to calm the soul;
Thy love — its fear dispel.

O fix our earnest gaze
So wholly, Lord, on Thee,
That, with Thy beauty occupied,
We elsewhere none may see.

175    L.M.

We sing the praise of Him who died,
Of Him who died upon the cross,
The sinner's Hope — let men deride;
For this we count the world but loss.

Inscribed upon the cross we see,
In shining letters, "GOD IS LOVE!"
The Lamb who died upon the tree
Has brought us mercy from above.

The Cross! it took our guilt away,
It holds the fainting spirit up;
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,
And sweetens every bitter cup.

It makes the coward spirit brave,
And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
It takes its terror from the grave,
And guilds the bed of death with light.

The balm of life, the cure of woe,
The measure and the pledge of love,
The sinner's refuge here below,
The theme of praise in heaven above.

176    C.M.

Lord, we shall see Thee as Thou art
In yonder mansions fair,
We shall behold Thee face to face,
Thy glorious image bear.

With what delight, what wond'ring love,
Each thrilling heart shall swell,
When we, as sharers of Thy joy,
Are called in heav'n to dwell!

O hasten, hasten on that hour,
And call us to Thy seat;
Lord, Thou without us ne'er wilt count
Thy joy and work complete.

177    S.M.

Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home;
And nearer to our rest above
We every moment come.

Secure within the veil,
Christ is our anchor strong;
While power supreme, and love divine,
Still guide us safe along.

And should the surges rise —
Should sore afflictions come,
Blest is the sorrow, kind the storm,
That drives us nearer home.

God's grace will to the end
Clearer and brighter shine;
Nor present things, nor things to come,
Can change His love divine.

Soon shall our pains and fears
For ever pass away;
For we shall soon the Saviour see
In everlasting day.

178    C.M.

Blest Father, infinite in grace,
Source of eternal joy;
Thou lean'st our hearts to that blest place
Where rest's without alloy.

There will Thy love find perfect rest,
Where all around is bliss,
And, filled with Thee, the constant mind
Eternally is blest.

Eternal love their portion is,
Where love has found its rest;
And, filled with Thee, the constant mind
Eternally is blest.

There Christ, the centre of the throng.
Shall in His glory shine;
But not an eye those hosts among
But sees His glory Thine.

The counsels too in all Thine own,
Fulfilled by power divine,
Spread wide the glory of Thy throne,
Where all in glory shine.

Yet deeper, if a calmer, joy
The Father's love shall raise,
And every heart find sweet employ
In His eternal praise.

Nor is its sweetness now unknown,
Well proved in what it's done;
Our Father's love with joy we own,
Revealed in Christ the Son.


Brightness of the eternal glory,
Shall Thy praise unuttered lie?
Who would hush the heaven-sent story
Of the Lamb who came to die?

Came from Godhead's fullest glory
Down to Calvary's depth of woe,
Now on high, we bow before Thee;
Streams of praises ceaseless flow!

Sing His blest triumphant rising;
Sing Him on the Father's throne;
Sing — till heaven and earth surprising,
Reigns the Nazarene alone.


We are but strangers here;
Heaven is our home!
Earth in a desert drear;
Heaven is our home!
Dangers and sorrows stand
Round us on every hand;
Heaven is our fatherland,
Heaven is our home!

What thought the tempest rage,
Heaven is our home!
Short is our pilgrimage;
Heaven is our home!
This life's wild wintry blast
Soon will be overpast;
We shall reach home at last;
Heaven is our home!

There at our Saviour's side,
In heaven our home!
We shall be glorified;
Heaven is our home!
There with the good and blest
Those we love most and best
We shall forever rest,
In heaven our home!

Therefore we'll murmur not,
Heaven is our home!
Whate'er our earthly lot;
Heaven is our home!
We shall yet surely stand,
There at our Lord's right hand;
Heaven is our fatherland,
Heaven is our home!


When Satan appears
To stop up our path,
And fill us with fears,
We triumph by faith;
He cannot take from us,
Though oft he has tried ,
The heart-cheering promise,
The Lord will provide.

He tells us we're weak,
Our hope is in vain,
The good that we seek
We ne'er shall obtain;
But when such suggestions
Our spirits have tried,
This answers all questions,
The Lord will provide.

No strength of our own,
Or goodness we claim;
Yet since we have known
The Saviour's great name,
In this, our strong tower,
For safety we hide,
The Lord is our power,
The Lord will provide.

Should life sink apace,
And death be in view,
This word of His grace
Shall comfort us through;
No fearing or doubting,
With Christ on our side,
Through faith we'll die shouting,
The Lord will provide.

182    C.M.

Our tongues shall spread the Saviour's fame,
Whose grace we daily prove,
For since our souls have known His name,
His banner has been — Love.

When walking in the paths of sin,
We far from Him did rove,
By sweet constraint He drew us in,
And waved His banner — Love.

He spread the banquet, made us eat,
Bid all our fears remove;
Yea, o'er our guilty, rebel heads
He placed His banner — Love.

When weary of His rich repast,
We've sought, alas! to rove,
He has recalled His faithless guest,
And shewn His banner — Love.

In every conflict we sustain,
Our enemies shall prove,
Through Him the victory we obtain,
Beneath His banner — Love.

And when He calls us home at length,
To feast with Him above,
Through eternity we'll sing
His never-changing love.


Saviour, come, Thy saints are waiting,
Waiting for the nuptial day,
Thence their promised glory dating;
Come, and bear Thy saints away.
Come, Lord Jesus,
Thus Thy waiting people pray.

Base, the wish, and vain th'endeavour,
Here on earth to find our rest;
Till we see Thy face, we never
Shall or can be fully blest;
In Thy presence
Nothing shall our peace molest.

Lord, we wait for Thine appearing;
"Tarry not," Thy people say;
Bright the prospect is, and cheering,
Of beholding Thee that day;
When our sorrow
Shall for ever pass away.

Till it comes, O keep us steady,
Keep us walking in Thy ways;
At Thy call may we be ready,
On Thee, Lord, with joy to gaze;
And in glory
Sing Thine everlasting praise.

184    C.M.

There is a name we love to hear,
We love to sing its worth;
It sounds like music in our ear,
The sweetest name on earth.

It tells us of a Saviour's love,
Who died to set us free;
It tells us of His precious blood,
The sinner's perfect plea.

Jesus! the name we love so well,
The name we love to hear!
No saint on earth its worth can tell,
No heart conceive how dear.

This name shall shed its fragrance still
Along this thorny road,
Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill
That leads us up to God.

And there the whole triumphant throng,
Of blood-bought saints on high,
Shall sing the new eternal song
With Jesus ever nigh.

185    S.M.

We have a home above,
From all defilement free;
A mansion which eternal love
Prepared our rest to be.

The Father's gracious hand
Has built that blest abode;
From everlasting it was planned,
The dwelling place of God.

The Saviour's precious blood
Has made our title sure;
He passed through death's dark, raging flood,
To make our rest secure.

The Comforter is come,
The Earnest has been given;
He leads us onward to the home
Reserved for us in heaven.

Thy love, most gracious Lord,
Our joy and strength shall be;
Till Thou shalt speak the gladdening word
That bids us rise to Thee.

And then through endless days,
Where all Thy glories shine,
In happier, holier strains we'll praise
The grace that made us Thine.

186    C.M.

Jesus, of Thee we ne'er would tire;
The new and living food
Can satisfy our heart's desire,
And life is in Thy blood.

If such the happy midnight song
Our prisoned spirits raise,
What are the joys that cause, ere long,
Eternal bursts of praise?

To look within and see no stain,
Abroad no curse to trace;
To shed no tears, to feel no pain,
But see Thee face to face.

To find each hope of glory gained,
Fulfilled each precious word;
And fully all to have attained
The image of our Lord.

For this we're pressing onward still,
And in this hope would be
More subject to the Father's will,
E'en now much more like Thee.


O Jesus, gracious Saviour,
Upon the Father's throne —
Whose wondrous love and favour
Have made our cause Thine own;
Thy people to Thee ever
For grace and help repair,
For Thou, they know, wilt never
Refuse their griefs to share.

O Lord, through tribulation
Our pilgrim-journey lies,
Through scorn and sore temptation,
And watchful enemies;
Midst never-ceasing dangers
We through the desert roam;
As pilgrims here and strangers
We seek the rest to come.

O Lord, Thou too once hasted
This weary desert through,
Once fully tried and tasted
Its bitterness and woe;
And hence Thy heart is tender
In truest sympathy,
Though now the heavens render
All praise to Thee on high.

O by Thy Holy Spirit
Reveal in us Thy love,
The joy we shall inherit
With Thee, our Head above;
May all this consolation
Our trembling hearts sustain —
Sure — though through tribulation —
The promised rest to gain.


'Twas on that night of deepest woe,
When darkness round did thicken,
When through deep waters Thou didst go,
And for our sins wast stricken;
Thou, Lord, didst seek that we should be
With grateful hearts rememb'ring Thee.

How deep the sorrow, who can tell,
Which was for us endured?
O love divine, which broke the spell
Which had our heart allured.
With heart and conscience now set free,
It is our joy to think of Thee.

O Lord, how precious is Thy thought,
How wondrous Thy desire,
To win our hearts, once worse then naught,
Who now by grace aspire
To seek Thy glory, bear Thy shame,
To keep Thy word, and love Thy name.

We know Thee now ascended high,
Ourselves in Thee accepted;
We wait the hour which now draws nigh,
Thy coming long expected.
Till Thou dost come we still would be
With grateful hearts rememb'ring Thee.


O God of matchless grace,
We sing unto Thy name!
We stand accepted in the place
That none but Christ could claim.
Our willing hearts have heard Thy voice,
And in Thy mercy we rejoice.

'Tis meet that Thy delight
Should centre in Thy Son!
That Thou shouldst place us in Thy sight,
In Him, Thy Holy One!
Thy perfect love has cast out fear,
Thy favour shines upon us here!

Eternal is our rest,
O Christ of God, in Thee!
Now of Thy peace, Thy joy possessed,
We wait Thy face to see;
Now to the Father's heart received,
We know in whom we have believed.


The stream that from the fountain flows,
The fountain of eternal love,
Imparts its virtue as it goes,
A gift all other gifts above;
'Tis life and peace divinely given,
The love of God come down from heaven.

How blessed to enjoy the gift,
To taste of mercy here below;
In humble thankfulness to lift
Our hearts to Him whom now we know,
To know His love, how great it is,
To own and feel that we are His.

How blessed is the hope of good,
The good that without measure is,
Of seeing Him who shed His blood
To save us and to make us His.
Redeemed by blood and saved by grace,
We look to see the Saviour's face.

191    C.M.

Still in a land of doubt and dearth,
Our longing spirits cry
To Thee, the Lord of heaven and earth,
Our thirst to satisfy.

O Thou with love more strong than death,
Unquenched by deepest waves;
We need throughout the walk of faith
The same free grace that saves.

We would not take from falsehood's fire,
Though glittering be the spark;
Thou only art our heart's desire,
Art light where all is dark.

Dark unbelief alone can shroud
A Sun that sets no more;
And when Thy grace removes the cloud,
We see Thee as before.

We soon shall join the white-robed throng,
We soon shall walk by sight;
Till then by faith we raise the song,
By faith in Thee delight.


Great Captain of salvation,
Now crowned with highest glory,
Joyful we raise,
Our songs of praise,
And lowly bow before Thee:
We worship and adore Thee,
Each heart and tongue confessing,
Worthy to reign,
The Lamb once slain,
Of honour, power, and blessing.

Thou hast the cross endured —
In love beyond all measure!
The curse, the grave,
Thy saints to save,
And have us as Thy treasure.
We see Thee as the Victim,
Our sins and sorrows bearing;
The Lamb once slain,
Alive again,
The crown of glory wearing.

Head of the new creation,
To God's right hand ascended;
Thy saints rejoice,
With heart and voice,
Before Thy feet low bended:
We own Thee, Lord, exulting
In all Thy joy and glory;
And long to be
On high with Thee,
Where all shall bow before Thee.

193    L.M.

Jesus, my Saviour! Thou art mine,
The Father's gift of love divine;
All Thou hast done, and all Thou art,
Are now the portion of my heart.

Poor, feeble, wretched as I am,
I now can glory in Thy name;
Now cleansed in Thy most precious blood
And made the righteousness of God.

All that Thou hast Thou hast for me,
All my fresh springs are hid in Thee;
In Thee I live while I confess
I nothing am, yet all possess.

O Saviour, teach me to abide
Close sheltered at Thy wounded side,
Each hour receiving "grace on grace,"
Until I see Thee face to face.


May the Saviour's love and merit
Fill our hearts both night and day,
And the unction of His Spirit
All our thoughts and actions sway.

May we thus, in God confiding,
And from self-dependence free,
Find our rest — in Christ abiding —
Till with joy Himself we see.

195    L.M.

Worthy of homage and of praise;
Worthy by all to be adored;
Exhaustless theme of heavenly lays!
Thou, Thou art worthy, Jesus, Lord.

Now seated on Jehovah's throne,
The Lamb once slain in glory bright:
'Tis thence Thou watchest o'er Thine own,
Guarding us through the deadly fight.

To Thee, e'en now, our song we raise,
Though sure the tribute mean must prove;
No mortal tongue can tell Thy ways,
So full of life and light and love.

Yet, Saviour Thou shalt have full praise:
We soon shall meet Thee on the cloud,
We soon shall see Thee face to face,
In glory praising as we would.


Come let us sing the matchless worth,
And sweetly sound the glories forth
Which in the Saviour shine:
To God and Christ our praises bring:
The song with which high heaven will ring,
"Praises for grace divine."

How rich the precious blood He spilt,
Our ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin against our God;
How perfect is the righteousness,
In which unspotted, beauteous dress
His saints have ever stood!

How rich the character He bears,
And all the form of love He wears,
Exalted on the throne;
In songs of sweet, untiring praise,
We e'er would sing His perfect ways,
And make His glories known.

And soon the happy day shall come,
When we shall reach our destined home,
And see Him face to face;
Then with our Saviour, Lord and Friend,
The one unbroken day we'll spend
In singing still His grace.

197    C.M.

O God! what cords of love are Thine,
How gentle, yet how strong!
Thy truth and grace their strength combine
To draw our souls along.

The guilt of twice ten thousand sins
One moment takes away;
And when the fight of faith begins,
Our strength is as the day.

Comfort through all this vale of tears,
In blest profusion flows;
And glory in unnumbered years
Eternity bestows.

Drawn by such cords we'll onward move,
Till round the throne we meet,
And, captive in the chains of love,
Embrace our Saviour's feet.


Lord accept our feeble song!
Power and praise to Thee belong;
We would all Thy grace record,
Holy, holy, holy, Lord!

Rich in glory, Thou didst stoop,
Thence is all Thy people's hope;
Thou wast poor, that we might be
Rich in glory, Lord, with Thee.

When we think of love like this,
Joy and shame our hearts possess;
Joy, that Thou couldst pity thus;
Shame, for such returns from us.

Yet we hope the day to see
When, from ev'ry hindrance free,
When to Thee, in glory, brought,
We shall serve Thee as we ought.


All praise and glory, Jesus,
Be Thine for evermore!
Thou didst from guilt release us,
Our souls Thou dost restore;
And oh! Thy grace transcending
Its' fulness will declare,
When, from on high descending,
We meet Thee in the air.


Once we stood in condemnation,
Waiting thus the sinner's doom,
Christ in death has wrought salvation,
God has raised Him from the tomb.

As strangers then to God we lived,
Filled with enmity and fear;
Our souls from death He has reprieved,
Love revealed and brought us near.

Now we see in Christ's acceptance
But the measure of our own;
Him who lay beneath our sentence,
Seated high upon the throne.

Quickened, raised, and Him seated,
We a full deliverance know;
Every foe has been defeated,
Every enemy laid low.

Now we have a life in union
With the risen life above;
Now we drink in sweet communion
Some rich foretaste of His love.

Soon, O Lord, in brightest glory,
All its vastness we'll explore;
Soon we'll cast our crowns before Thee,
Whilst we worship and adore.