EH 134 P.M. 11.10.11.10. Dactylic, Chorus 12.11
I have a Saviour: He’s pleading in glory;
A dear loving Saviour, though earth-friends be few;
And now He is watching in tenderness o’er me,
And oh, that my Saviour were your Saviour too!
For you I am praying, for you I am praying,
For you I am praying, I’m praying for you.
2 I have a Father: to me He has given
A hope for eternity, blessèd and true;
And soon He will call me to meet Him in heaven,
But oh, may He lead you to go with me too!
3 I have a robe: ’tis resplendent in whiteness,
Awaiting in glory my wondering view;
Oh, when I receive it, all shining in brightness,
Dear friend, shall I see you receiving one too?
4 I have a peace: it is calm as a river—
A peace that the friends of this world never knew;
My Saviour alone is its Author and Giver,
And oh, could I know it was given to you!
5 When Jesus finds you, tell others the story
That my loving Saviour is your Saviour too;
Then pray that your Saviour may bring them to glory,
And prayer will be answered—’twas answered for you.
SV 94
I have a song I love to sing,
Since I have been redeemed,
Of my Redeemer praises ring,
Since I have been redeemed.
Since I have been redeemed,
Since I have been redeemed,
Since I have been redeemed,
I will glory in His name,
Since I have been redeemed,
Since I have been redeemed,
I will glory in the Saviour’s name.
2 I have a Christ that satisfies,
Since I have been redeemed,
To do His will my highest prize,
Since I have been redeemed.
3 I have a witness bright and clear,
Since I have been redeemed,
Dispelling ev’ry doubt and fear,
Since I have been redeemed.
4 I have a joy I can’t express,
Since I have been redeemed,
All thro' His blood and righteousness,
Since I have been redeemed.
5 I have a home prepared for me,
Since I have been redeemed,
Where I shall dwell eternally,
Since I have been redeemed.
GB 254 P.M.
I hear the Saviour say,
“Your strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me your all in all.”
Jesus paid it all—
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain;
He washed it white as snow.
2 Lord, now indeed I find
Thy power, and Thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots,
And melt the heart of stone.
3 For nothing good have I
Whereby Thy grace to claim—
I’ll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calvary’s Lamb.
4 And when before the throne
I stand in Him complete,
I’ll lay my trophies down,
All down at Jesus' feet.
KES 435 P.M.
I hear Thy welcome voice,
That calls me, Lord, to Thee
For cleansing in Thy precious blood
That flowed on Calvary.
I am coming, Lord,
Coming now to Thee:
Wash me, cleanse me in the blood
That flowed on Calvary.
2 Though coming weak and vile,
Thou dost my strength assure;
Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse,
Till spotless all, and pure.
3 ’Tis Jesus calls me on
To perfect faith and love,
To perfect hope, and peace, and trust,
For earth and heaven above.
4 ’Tis Jesus who confirms
The blessèd work within,
By adding grace to welcomed grace,
Where reigned the power of sin.
5 And He the witness gives
To loyal hearts and free,
That every promise is fulfilled,
If faith but brings the plea.
6 All hail, atoning blood!
All hail, redeeming grace!
All hail, the gift of Christ our Lord,
Our strength and righteousness.
EH 136 D.C.M.
I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“Come unto Me and rest;
Lay down, you weary one, lay down
Your head upon My breast.”
I came to Jesus as I was,
Weary, and worn, and sad;
I found in Him a resting-place,
And He has made me glad.
2 I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“Behold, I freely give
The living water—thirsty one,
Stoop down and drink, and live.”
I came to Jesus, and I drank
Of that life-giving stream;
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,
And now I live in Him.
3 I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“I am this dark world’s light;
Look unto Me, your morn shall rise,
And all your day be bright.”
I looked to Jesus, and I found
In Him my Star, my Sun;
And in that light of life I’ll walk
Till travelling days are done.
EH 138 C.M.
I know not why God’s wondrous grace
To me has been made known;
Nor why—unworthy as I am—
He claimed me for His own.
But “I know whom I have believèd;
and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which
I’ve committed unto Him against that day.”
2 I know not how this saving faith
To me He did impart;
Or how believing in His Word
Wrought peace within my heart.
3 I know not how the Spirit moves,
Convincing men of sin;
Revealing Jesus through the Word,
Creating faith in Him.
4 I know not what of good or ill
May be reserved for me,—
Of weary ways or golden days
Before His face I see.
5 I know not when my Lord may come,
While waiting for Him here;
If I shall pass the vale of death,
Or “meet Him in the air.”
RED 281
I lay my sins on Jesus,
The spotless Lamb of God;
He bears them all, and frees us
From the accursèd load.
I bring my guilt to Jesus,
To wash my crimson stains
White in His blood most precious,
Till not a spot remains.
2 I lay my wants on Jesus,
All fulness dwells in Him;
He heals all my diseases,
He does my soul redeem.
I lay my griefs on Jesus,
My burdens and my cares;
He from them all releases,
He all my sorrows shares.
3 I rest my soul on Jesus,
This weary soul of mine;
His right hand me embraces,
I on His breast recline.
I love the name of Jesus,
Immanuel, Christ, the Lord;
Like fragrance on the breezes
His name abroad is poured.
4 I long to be like Jesus,
Meek, loving, lowly, mild;
I long to be like Jesus,
The Father’s holy Child;
I long to be with Jesus,
Amid the heav’nly throng,
To sing with saints His praises,
To learn the heav’nly song.
EH 139 8.7.
I looked to Jesus in my sin,
My woe and want confessing;
Undone, and lost, I came to Him,
I sought, and found a blessing.
I looked . . . to Him:
’Tis true—His “Whosoever:”
He looked . . . on me: . . .
And we were one for ever.
2 I looked to Jesus on the cross;
For me I saw Him dying:
God’s Word believed—that all my sins
Were there upon Him lying.
3 I looked to Jesus there on high,
From death up-raised to glory;
I trusted in His power to save,
Believed the old old story.
4 He looked on me—oh, look of love!
My heart by it was broken;
And with that look of love He gave
The Holy Spirit’s token.
5 Now one with Christ, I find my peace
In Him to be abiding;
And in His love for all my need,
In child-like faith confiding.
GT 63 7.6.
I love to sing of Jesus,
The story all so true,
To me most sweet and precious,
The old but ever new.
He came from brightest glory,
From radiant courts on high;
How matchless is the story
Of Him who came to die!
2 The Babe in Bethl’hem’s manger,
The lowly One on earth;
Rejected and a stranger,
Few cared to know His worth.
My soul would now recall Him,
In all His perfect love;
Which only Calv’ry’s Victim
Its wondrous depths could prove.
3 ’Twas there my Saviour suffered,
And tasted death for me;
Yes, there the work He finished
That sets me ever free.
My sins all laid upon Him,
The wrath and judgment borne;
The power of Satan broken,
In Jesus' death of scorn.
4 And now the Lord is risen,
His travail all is o’er;
Seated in highest heaven,
Alive, to die no more.
And soon He’s coming for me,
To take me home above;
Where still I’ll sing the story
Of Jesus and His love.
EH 141 7.6.
I love to tell the story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love!
I love to tell the story,
Because I know it’s true;
It satisfies my longing
As nothing else would do.
I love to tell the story,
’Twill be my theme in glory,
To tell the old old story
Of Jesus and His love
2 I love to tell the story!
More wonderful it seems
Than all the golden fancies
Of all our golden dreams.
I love to tell the story!
He gave me life anew;
And that is just the reason
I tell it now to you.
3 I love to tell the story!
’Tis pleasant to repeat
What seems each time I tell it
More wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the story!
For some have never heard
The message of salvation
From God’s most Holy Word.
4 I love to tell the story!
For those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting
To hear it, like the rest.
And when, in scenes of glory,
I sing the new, new song,
’Twill be the old, old story,
That I have loved so long.
EH 142 11’s
I once was a stranger to grace and to God,
I knew not my danger. I felt not my load;
Though friends spoke in rapture of Christ on the tree,
“Jehovah Tsidkenu”* was nothing to me.
2 I oft read with pleasure, to soothe or engage,
Isaiah’s wild measure and John’s simple page;
But e’en when they pictured the blood-sprinkled tree,
“Jehovah Tsidkenu” seemed nothing to me.
3 Like tears from the daughters of Zion that roll,
I wept when the waters went over His soul;
Yet thought not that my sins had nailed to the tree
“Jehovah Tsidkenu”—’twas nothing to me.
4 When free grace awoke me by light from on high,
Then legal fears shook me, I trembled to die,
No refuge, no safety, in self could I see:
“Jehovah Tsidkenu” my Saviour must be.
5 My terrors all vanished before the sweet name;
My guilty fears banished, with boldness I came
To drink at the fountain, life-giving and free,
“Jehovah Tsidkenu” is all things to me.
6 “Jehovah Tsidkenu!” my treasure and boast;
“Jehovah Tsidkenu!” I ne’er can be lost;
In Thee I shall conquer, by flood and by field,
My cable, my anchor, my breastplate and shield!
* The Lord, our Righteousness
GC 108
I serve a risen Saviour,
He’s here to save to-day;
I know that He is living,
Whatever men may say;
I see His hand of mercy,
I hear His voice of cheer,
And just the time I need Him
He’s always near.
He lives, He lives, Christ Jesus lives to-day!
He walks with me and talks with me along life’s narrow way
He lives, He lives, salvation to impart!
You ask me how I know He lives?
He lives within my heart.
2 In all the world around me, I see His loving care,
And tho’ my heart grows weary I never will despair;
I know that He is leading, thro’ all the stormy blast,
The day of His appearing will come at last.
3 Rejoice, rejoice, O Christian, lift up your voice and sing
Eternal hallelujahs to Jesus Christ the King!
The Hope of all who seek Him, the Help of all who find,
None other is so loving, so good and kind.
GB 152 P.M.
I stand all amazed at the love Jesus offers me,
Confused at the grace that so fully He proffers me;
I tremble to know that for me He was crucified—
That for me, a sinner, He suffered, He bled and died.
Oh, it is wonderful that He should care for me
Enough to die for me!
Oh, it is wonderful, wonderful to me!
2 I marvel that He should descend from His throne divine
To rescue a soul so rebellious and proud as mine;
That He should extend His great love unto such as I;
Sufficient to own, to redeem, and to justify.
3 I think of His hands pierced and bleeding to pay the debt!
Such mercy, such love and devotion can I forget?
No, no! I will praise and adore at the mercy-seat,
Until at the glorified throne I kneel at His feet.
GC 131
I take Jesus as my Saviour,
I believe His blessèd Word,
He has promised to receive me,
I accept Him as my Lord.
I take Jesus as my Saviour,
I take Jesus as my Friend;
I believe Him, trust Him, love Him,
And will serve Him to the end.
2 I take Jesus as my Saviour,
Casting all my doubts aside;
Trusting Him to-day, tomorrow,
Walking humbly by His side.
3 I take Jesus as my Saviour,
Claim the comfort He bestows;
Confident He will protect me
When assaulted by my foes.
4 I take Jesus as my Saviour,
O receive my needy heart;
And at last, when life is ended,
I shall see Thee as Thou art.
KES 107
I take Thy promise, Lord, in all its length,
And breadth and fulness, as my daily strength,
Into life’s future fearless I may gaze,
For, Jesus, Thou art with me all my days
2 Days may be coming fraught with loss and change,
New scenes surround my life and fancies strange;
I thank Thee that no day can ever break,
Saviour, when Thou wilt leave me or forsake.
3 There may be days of darkness and distress,
When sin has power to tempt, and cares to press,
Yet in the darkest day I will not fear,
For, ’mid the shadows, Thou wilt still be near.
4 Days there may be of joy, and deep delight,
When earth seems fairest, and her skies most bright,
Then draw me closer to Thee, lest I rest
Elsewhere, my Saviour, than upon Thy breast.
5 And all the other days that make my life,
Marked by no special joy or grief or strife,
Days filled with quiet duties, trivial care,
Burdens too small for other hearts to share;
6 Spend Thou these days with me, all shall be Thine,
So shall the darkest hour with glory shine.
Then when these earthly years have passed away,
I shall be with Thee in the perfect day.
EH 146 S.M.D.
I was a wand’ring sheep,
I did not love the fold,
I did not love my Shepherd’s voice,
I would not be controlled.
I was a wayward child,
I did not love my home,
I did not love my Father’s voice,
I loved afar to roam.
2 The Shepherd sought his sheep,
The Father sought His child,
He followed me o’er vale and hill,
O’er deserts waste and wild;
He found me nigh to death,
Famished, and faint and lone;
He bound me with the chains of love,
He saved the wand’ring one.
4 Jesus my Shepherd is,
’Twas He that loved my soul,
’Twas He that washed me in his blood,
’Twas He that made me whole;
’Twas He that sought the lost,
That found the wandèring sheep;
’Twas He that brought me to the flock,
’Tis He that still does keep.
5 No more a wandering sheep,
Who would not be controlled;
I love my tender Shepherd’s voice ,
I love, I love the fold.
No more a wayward child,
I seek no more to roam;
I love my heavenly Father’s voice,
I love, I love His home.
EH 147 PM
I was once far away from the Saviour,
As vile as a sinner could be,
And I wondered if Christ the Redeemer
Could save a poor sinner like me.
2 I wandered on in the darkness,
Not a ray of light could I see;
And the thought filled my heart with sadness,
There’s no hope for a sinner like me.
3 And then, in that dark lonely hour,
A voice sweetly whispered to me,
Saying, “Look unto me!—I have power
A sinner like you, to set free.”
4 I listened; and lo! ’twas the Saviour
That was speaking so kindly to me;
And I cried, “I’m the chief of sinners:
Canst Thou save a poor sinner like me?”
5 I then fully trusted in Jesus;
And oh, what a joy came to me!
My heart was filled with His praises
For saving a sinner like me.
6 No longer in darkness I’m walking,
The light is now shining on me;
And now unto others I’m telling
How He saved a poor sinner like me.
7 And when life’s journey is over,
And I the dear Saviour shall see,
I’ll praise Him for ever and ever
For saving a sinner like me!
AH.379
I was sinking deep in sin,
Sinking to rise no more,
Overwhelmed by guilt within,
Mercy I did implore.
Then the Master of the sea
Heard my despairing cry.
Christ my Saviour lifted me,
Now safe am I.
Love lifted me!... Love lifted me!...
When no one but Christ could help,
Love lifted me.
2 Souls in danger, look above,
Jesus completely saves:
He will lift you by His love
Out of the angry waves.
He’s the Master of the sea,
Billows His will obey;
He your Saviour wants to be,
Be saved to-day!
3 When the waves of sorrow roll,
When I am in distress,
Jesus takes my hand in His,
Ever He loves to bless.
He will every fear dispel,
Satisfy every need:
All who heed His loving call,
Find rest indeed.
GB. 8
I will sing of my Redeemer,
And His wondrous love to me;
On the cruel cross He suffered,
From the curse to set me free.
Sing, oh sing, of my Redeemer!
With His blood He purchased me!
On the cross He sealed my pardon,
Paid the debt, and made me free.
2 I will tell the wondrous story,
How, my lost estate to save,
In His boundless love and mercy
He the ransom freely gave.
3 I will praise my dear Redeemer,
His triumphant power I’ll tell;
How the victory He gives us,
Over sin, and death, and hell.
4 I will sing of my Redeemer,
And His heavenly love to me;
He from death to life has brought me,
Son of God, with Him to be.
GB158 8.7.8.7.
I will sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ who died for me;
How He left His home in glory
For the cross on Calvary.
Yes, I’ll sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ who died for me;
Sing it with the saints in glory,
Gathered by the crystal sea.
2 I was lost; but Jesus found me—
Found the sheep that went astray;
Threw His loving arms around me,
Drew me back into His way.
3 I was bruised, but Jesus healed me—
Faint was I from many a fall;
Sight was gone, and fears possessed me:
But He freed me from them all.
4 Days of darkness still come o’er me;
Sorrow’s paths I often tread:
But the Saviour still is with me,
By His hand I’m safely led.
5 He will keep me till the river
Rolls its waters at my feet:
Then He’ll bear me safely over,
Where the loved ones I shall meet.
YP 58
I would love to tell you what I think of Jesus,
Since I found in Him a Friend so strong and true;
I would tell you how He changed my life completely,
He did something that no other friend could do.
No one ever cared for me like Jesus,
There’s no other friend so kind as He;
No one else could take the sin and darkness from me
O how much He cared for me.
2 All my life was full of sin when Jesus found me,
All my heart was full of misery and woe;
Jesus placed His strong and loving arms about me,
And He led me in the way I ought to go.
3 Ev’ry day He comes to me with new assurance,
More and more I understand His words of love;
But I’ll never know just why He came to save me
Till some day I see His blessèd face above.
GC 87
I would sing of Christ’s redeeming love,
Who left His Kingly throne above,
Endured earth’s poverty and loss,
Became obedient to the cross.
I would sing... of Him who loved me,
Gave Himself,... for me to die,
Of the life in Him I have to-day,
And shall have eternally.
2 I would sing of that transcendent hour
When, quickened by His Spirit’s power,
I rose from death, a creature new,
A soul redeemed, His will to do.
3 I would sing while sin and death remain,
And men must suffer grief and pain,
While there are hungry souls unfed,
And troubled hearts uncomforted.
LC 70
I’d rather have Jesus than silver or gold,
I’d rather be His than have riches untold;
I’d rather have Jesus than houses or lands,
I’d rather be led by His nail-pierced hands
Than to be the king of a vast domain
And be held in sin’s dread sway;
I’d rather have Jesus than anything
This world affords to-day.
2 I’d rather have Jesus than men’s applause,
I’d rather be faithful to His own dear cause;
I’d rather have Jesus than world-wide fame,
I’d rather be true to His holy name
3 He’s fairer than lilies of rarest bloom,
He’s sweeter than honey from out of the comb;
He’s all that my hungering spirit needs,
I’d rather have Jesus and let Him lead
SH 105
If I gained the world, but not the Saviour,
Were my life worth living for a day?
Could my yearning heart find rest and comfort
In the things that soon must pass away?
If I gained the world, but not the Saviour,
Would my gain be worth the lifelong strife?
Are all earthly pleasures worth comparing
For a moment with a Christ-filled life?
2 Had I wealth and love in fullest measure,
And a name revered both far and near,
Yet no hope beyond, no harbour waiting,
Where my storm-tossed vessel I could steer,
If I gained the world, but not the Saviour,
Who endured the cross and died for me,
Could then all the world afford a refuge,
Whither, in my anguish, I might flee?
3 Oh, what emptiness!—without the Saviour,
’Mid the sins and sorrows here below!
And eternity, how dark without Him!—
Only night and tears and endless woe!
What, though I might live without the Saviour,
When I come to die, how would it be?
Oh to face the valley’s gloom without Him!
And without Him all eternity!
4 Oh, the joy of having all in Jesus!
What a balm the broken heart to heal!
Ne’er a sin so great, but He’ll forgive it,
Nor a sorrow that He does not feel!
If I have but Jesus, only Jesus,—
Nothing else in all the world beside—
Oh, then ev’rything is mine in Jesus;
For my needs and more He will provide.
GT 66 P.M.
In tenderness He sought me,
Weary and sick with sin,
And on His shoulders brought me
Back to Himself again.
While angels in His presence sang
Until the courts of heaven rang.
Oh! the love that sought me,
Oh! the blood that bought me,
Oh! the grace that brought me to Himself—
Wondrous grace that brought me to Himself.
2 For me His side was spear-rent
For me His blood was shed,
A mocking crown so thorny
Was placed upon His head:
I wondered what He saw in me
To suffer such deep agony.
3 I’m sitting in His presence,
The sunshine of His face,
While, with adoring wonder,
His blessings I retrace:
It seems as if eternal days
Are far too short to sound His praise.
4 So, while the hours are passing,
All now is perfect rest;
I’m waiting for the morning,
The brightest and the best,
When He will call me to His side,
The portion of His spotless bride.
AH 21
In loving kindness Jesus came,
My soul in mercy to reclaim,
And from the depths of sin and shame
Through grace He lifted me.
From sinking sand He lifted me;
With tender hand He lifted me;
From shades of night to plains of light,
Oh, praise His name, He lifted me!
2 He called me long before I heard,
Before my sinful heart was stirred;
But when I took Him at His word,
Forgiven He lifted me.
3 His brow was pierced with many a thorn,
His hands by cruel nails were torn,
When from my guilt and grief, forlorn,
In love He lifted me.
4 Now on a higher plane I dwell,
And with my soul I know ’tis well;
Yet how or why, I cannot tell,
He should have lifted me.
EH 501
In the land of strangers,
Whither you are gone,
Hear a far voice calling—
My son! My son!
Welcome, wand’rer, welcome!
Welcome back to home!
You have wandered far away:
Come home! come home!
2 From the land of hunger,
Fainting, famished, lone,
Come to love and gladness,
My son! My son!
3 Quit the haunts of riot,
Wasted, woe-begone;
Sick at heart and weary,
My son! My son!
4 See the door still open!
You are still My own;
Eyes of love are on you,
My son! My son!
5 Far off you have wandered:
Will you further roam?
Come: and all is pardoned,
My son! My son!
6 See the well-spread table,
Unforgotten one!
Here is rest and plenty,
My son! My son!
7 You are friendless, homeless,
Hopeless and undone;
Mine is love unchanging,
My son! My son!
LH 54
In times like these you need a Saviour,
In times like these you need an anchor;
Be very sure, be very sure
Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!
This Rock is Jesus, Yes, He’s the One;
This Rock is Jesus, The only One!
Be very sure, be very sure
Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!
2 In times like these you need the Bible,
In times like these Oh be not idle;
Be very sure, be very sure
Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!
3 In times like these I have a Saviour,
In times like these I have an anchor;
I’m very sure, I’m very sure
My anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!
GB 317 7.7.7.7.
In Thy book, where glory bright
Shines with never-fading light,
Where Thy saved Thou dost record,
Write my name, my name, O Lord.
Write my name in the book of life,
Lamb of God, write it there;
Where Thy saved Thou dost record,
Write my name, my name, O Lord.
2 In the book, whose pages tell
Who have tried to serve Thee well,
O’er my name let mercy trace,
“Child of God, redeemed by grace.”
3 In the book, where Thou dost keep
Record still of years that sleep,
Let my name be written down,
“Heir to life’s immortal crown.
4 O my Saviour, Thou canst show
What I long so much to know:
Let my faith behold and see
That my life is hid with Thee.
RED 194
Is there a heart that is waiting,
Longing for pardon to-day?
Hear the glad message proclaiming,
Jesus is passing this way.
Jesus is passing this way,. . .
This way, . . . to-day;. . .
Jesus is passing this way, . . .
Is passing this way to-day.
2 Is there a heart that has wandered?
Come with your burden to-day
Mercy is tenderly pleading,
Jesus is passing this way.
3 Is there a heart that is broken?
Weary and sighing for rest?
Come to the arms of your Saviour,
Pillow your head on His breast.
4 Come to your only Redeemer,
Come to His infinite love;
Come to the gate that is leading
Homeward to mansions above.
SS&S 364 P.M.
Is there a sinner awaiting
Mercy and pardon to-day?
Welcome the news that we bring him:
“Jesus is passing this way!”
Coming in love and in mercy,
Pardon and peace to bestow,
Coming to save the poor sinner
From his heart-anguish and woe.
Jesus is passing this way. . .
To-day, . . .to-day; . . .
While He is near, oh, believe Him.
Open your heart to receive Him,
For Jesus is passing this way,
Is passing this way to-day.
2 Friend, now the Master is waiting,
Waiting to freely forgive;
Why not this moment accept Him,
Trust in His grace and live?
He is so tender and precious,
He is so near you to-day;
Open your heart to receive Him,
While He is passing this way.
3 Yes, He is coming to bless you
When in contrition you bow;
Coming, from sin to redeem you,
Ready to save you now:
Can you refuse the salvation
Jesus is offering here?
Open your heart to admit Him,
While He is coming so near.
SS&S 1152 L.M.
It is a thing most wonderful,
Almost too wonderful to be,
That God’s own Son should come from heaven,
And die to save a child like me.
2 And yet I know that it is true:
He chose a poor and humble lot,
And wept, and toiled, and mourned, and died,
In love to those who loved Him not.
3 I cannot tell how He could love
A child so weak and full of sin;
His love must be most wonderful,
If He could die my love to win.
4 It is most wonderful to know
My love for Him so faint and poor.
But ’tis more wonderful to see
His love for me so free and sure;
5 And yet I want to love Thee, Lord;
Oh, light the flame within my heart,
And I will love Thee more and more,
Until I see Thee as Thou art.
Good T.75 8.7.4.
“It is finished”; sinners hear it,
’Tis the dying Victor’s cry;
“It is finished”; angels, bear it,
Bear the joyful truth on high;
“It is finished!” “It is finished!”
Tell it through the earth and sky.
2 Hear the Lord Himself declaring
All performed He came to do;
Sinners, in yourselves despairing,
This is joyful news for you;
Jesus speaks it;
His are faithful words and true.
3 “It is finished”; all is over;
Yes, the cup of wrath is drained:
Such the truth these words discover,
Thus the victory was obtained;
’Tis a vict’ry
None but Jesus could have gained.
4 Crown the mighty Conq’eror, crown Him,
Who His people’s foes o’ercame,
In the highest heaven enthrone Him,
Men and angels sound His fame.
Great His glory;
Jesus bears a matchless name.
SH 113
It is the blood, Christ’s precious blood
Which has atonement made;
It is His blood which once for all
Our ransom price has paid.
2 It was the blood, the mark of blood,
That Israel’s houses bore;
And when that mark by God was seen,
Jehovah passed the door.
3 Not water then, nor water now,
Has ever saved a soul;
Not Jewish rites, but Jesus’ stripes,
Can make the wounded whole.
4 “I see the blood, I see the blood,”
A voice from heaven cries;
The soul that owns this token true,
And trusts it, never dies.
5 For He who suffered “once for all”
“Eternal life” does give;
Because He died, we never die,
Because He lives, we live!
SS&S 163 P.M.
It may be at morn, when the day is awaking,
When sunlight through darkness and shadow is breaking,
That Jesus will come in the fulness of glory,
To receive from the world “His own.”
O Lord Jesus, how long?
How long ere we shout the glad song?
Christ returneth! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Amen!
Hallelujah! Amen!
2 It may be at mid-day, it may be at twilight,
It may be, for us, that the blackness of midnight
Will burst into light in the blaze of His glory,
When Jesus receives “His own.”
3 With summoning shout while from heaven descending,
With trumpet of God—archangels voice sounding!
With grace on His brow, like a halo of glory,
Will Jesus receive “His own.”
4 Oh, joy! oh, delight! should we go without dying;
No sickness, no sadness, no dread, and no crying;
Caught up in the clouds with our Lord in His glory,
When Jesus receives “His own.”
EH 160 P.M.
It passes knowledge! that dear love of Thine,
My Jesus! Saviour! yet this soul of mine
Would of Thy love, in all its breadth and length,
Its height and depth, and everlasting strength,
Know more and more.
2 It passes telling! that dear love of Thine,
My Jesus! Saviour! yet these lips of mine
Would fain proclaim to sinners far and near
A love which can remove all guilty fear,
And love beget.
3 It passes praises! that dear love of Thine,
My Jesus! Saviour! yet this heart of mine
Would sing a love so rich—so full—so free,
Which brought an undone sinner, such as me,
Right home to God.
4 But though I cannot tell, or sing, or know,
The fulness of Thy love while here below,
My empty vessel I may freely bring—
O Thou, who art of love the living spring,
My vessel fill.
5 I am an empty vessel; scarce one thought
Or look of love to Thee I’ve ever brought;
Yet I may come, and come again to Thee,
With this the empty sinner’s only plea—
“Thou lovest me!”
6 Oh, fill me, Jesus, Saviour! with Thy love,
May woes but drive me to the fount above;
And there may I, in childlike faith draw nigh,
And never to another fountain fly
But unto Thee!
7 And when, Lord Jesus! Thy blest face I see,
When at Thy lofty throne I bow the knee,
Then of Thy love—in all its breadth and length,
Its height and depth, its everlasting strength—
My soul shall sing.
RED 316
It was down at the feet of Jesus,
O the happy, happy day!
That my soul found peace in believing,
And my sins were washed away.
Let me tell the old, old story
Of His grace so full and free,
For I feel like giving Him the glory
For His wondrous love to me.
2 It was down at the feet of Jesus,
Where I found such perfect rest;
Where the light first dawned on my spirit,
And my soul was truly blest.
3 It was down at the feet of Jesus,
Where I brought my guilt and sin;
That He cancelled all my transgressions,
And salvation entered in.
EH 161
I’ve found a Friend, oh, such a Friend!
He loved me ere I knew Him;
He drew me with the cords of love,
And thus He bound me to Him.
And round my heart still closely twine
Those ties which nought can sever,
For I am His, and He is mine,
For ever and for ever!
2 I’ve found a Friend, oh, such a Friend!
He bled, He died to save me.
And not alone the gift of life,
But His own self He gave me.
Nought that I have my own I call,
I hold it for the Giver:
My heart, my strength, my life, my all,
Are His, and His for ever!
3 I’ve found a Friend, oh, such a Friend,
All power to Him is given,
To guard me on my onward course,
And bring me safe to heaven.
Th’eternal glories gleam afar
To nerve my faint endeavour!
So now to watch! to work! to war!
And then to rest for ever!
4 I’ve found a Friend, oh, such a Friend!
So kind, and true, and tender;
So wise a Counsellor and Guide,
So mighty a Defender!
From Him who loves me now so well
What power my soul can sever?
Shall life, or death, or earth, or hell?
No! I am His for ever!
AH 399
I’ve found a friend who is all to me,
His love is ever true;
I love to tell how He lifted me,
And what His grace can do for you.
Saved . . . by His power divine!
Saved . . . to new life sublime!
Life now is sweet and my joy is complete,
For I’m saved, saved, saved!
2 He saves me from ev’ry sin and harm,
Secures my soul each day;
I’m leaning strong on His mighty arm;
I know He’ll guide me all the way.
3 When poor and needy and all alone,
In love He said to me,
“Come unto Me, I will lead you home,
To live with Me eternally.”
NG 20
I’ve read of a Saviour who left His home
And came down to this world below;
Was born in a manger toiled amongst men,
Amid sorrow and pain and woe.
I’ve read how the weary, sad and distressed,
In Him found a Friend indeed; . . .
Oh, what a Saviour! how we should love Him
For helping us in our need; . . .
Oh, what a Saviour! how we should love Him
For helping us in our need.
2 I’ve read of a Shepherd so kind and true,
On the cross paid the penalty;
With thorns on His brow, to bring us to God,
He died on Mount Calvary;
I’ve read how He bore our sin’s heavy load,
His life for us freely gave; . . .
Oh, what a Saviour! how we should love Him
For dying our souls to save; . . .
Oh, what a Saviour! how we should love Him
For dying our souls to save.
3 I’ve read how the Saviour arose again
And returned to His home on high;
While all who receive, and on Him believe,
In faith to Him now draw nigh;
I’ve read how He soon will come for His own,
And they shall His glory see; . . .
Oh, what a Saviour! how we will praise Him
Thro’out all eternity; . . .
Oh, what a Saviour! how we will praise Him
Thro’out all eternity
SS&S 471
I’ve wandered far away from God:
Now I’m coming home:
The paths of sin too long I’ve trod:
Lord, I’m coming home.
Coming home, coming home, nevermore to roam;
By Thy grace I will be Thine: Lord, I’m coming home.
2 I’ve wasted many precious years:
Now I’m coming home:
I now repent with bitter tears:
Lord, I’m coming home.
3 I’m tired of sin and straying, Lord:
Now I’m coming home:
I’ll trust Thy love, believe Thy word:
Lord, I’m coming home.
4 My soul is sick, my heart is sore:
Now I’m coming home:
My strength renew, my hope restore:
Lord, I’m coming home.
GB 467 8.7.8.7.
Jesus calls us; o’er the tumult
Of our life’s wild, restless sea,
Day by day His sweet voice sounding,
Saying, “Christian, follow Me.”
2 As of old apostles heard it
By the Galilean lake,
Turned from home and toil and kindred,
Leaving all for His dear sake.
3 Jesus calls us from the worship
Of the vain world’s golden store:
From each idol that would keep us,
Saying, “Christian, love Me more.”
4 In our joys, and in our sorrows,
Days of toil, and hours of ease,
Still He calls, in cares and pleasures,
“Christian, love Me more than these.”
5 Jesus calls us—by Thy mercies,
Saviour, may we hear Thy call;
Give our hearts to Thy obedience,
Serve and love Thee best of all.
GHC 59 C.M.
Jesus can all your sins forgive,
And wash away their stain;
And fit our souls with Him to live,
And in His kingdom reign.
Only trust Him, only trust Him,
Only trust Him now;
He will save you, He will save you,
He will save you now.
2 To Him let all the weary come,
For He has said they may;
His bosom then shall be their home,
Their tears He’ll wipe away.
3 For all who early seek His face
Shall surely taste His love;
Jesus will take them in His grace,
To dwell with Him above.
EH163 7s. (v3 thee & calleth?)
Jesus Christ is passing by,
Sinner, lift to Him your eye;
As the precious moments flee,
Cry, “Be merciful to me!”
2 Jesus Christ is passing by;
Will He always be so nigh?
Now is the accepted day;
Seek for healing while you may.
3 Look! He stands and calls to you,
“What would you have Me to do?”
Rise, and tell Him all your need;
Rise—He calls to you indeed.
4 “Lord, I would Thy mercy see;
Lord, reveal Thy love to me:
Let it penetrate my soul,
All my heart and life control.”
5 Oh, how sweet! the touch of power
Comes—it is salvation’s hour;
Jesus gives from guilt release—
“Faith has saved you; go in peace!”
EH 166 6.5.6.5.
Jesus, I will trust Thee, trust Thee with my soul;
Guilty, lost, and helpless, Thou canst make me whole.
There is none in heaven or on earth like Thee:
Thou hast died for sinners—therefore, Lord, for me.
In Thy love confiding, I shall see Thy face,
Worship and adore Thee for Thy wondrous grace.
Jesus, I will trust Thee, trust Thee with my soul;
Guilty, lost, and helpless, Thou canst make me whole.
2 Jesus, I may trust Thee, name of matchless worth,
Spoken by the angel at Thy wondrous birth;
Written, and for ever, on Thy cross of shame,
Sinners, read and worship, trusting in that name.
3 Jesus, I must trust Thee, pondering Thy ways,
Full of love and mercy all Thy earthly days;
Sinners gathered round Thee, lepers sought Thy face—
None too vile or loathsome for a Saviour’s grace.
4 Jesus, I can trust Thee, trust Thy written word,
Though Thy voice of pity I have never heard:
When Thy Spirit teaches, to my taste how sweet—
Only may I hearken, sitting at Thy feet.
5 Jesus, I do trust Thee, trust without a doubt:
“Whosoever cometh, Thou wilt not cast out.”
Faithful is Thy promise, precious is Thy blood—
These my soul’s salvation, Thou my Saviour God!
NG 39
Jesus is a Friend of mine,—
Is He yours, is He yours?
Friend unfailing, friend divine,—
Is He yours, is He yours?
In the hour of greatest need
He will prove a Friend indeed;
Healer of all hearts that bleed—
Is He yours?
Is He yours—this Friend of mine?
Is He yours, this Friend divine?
Faithful, loving, loyal, kind—
Is He yours, is He yours?
2 Jesus is the sinner’s Friend—
Is He yours, is He yours?
His is love that has no end—
Is it yours, is it yours?
Once He took the sinner’s place,
Love reflecting in His face!
Oh, the wonders of His grace—
Is it yours?
3 You will need this Friend one day—
Is He yours, is He yours?
Need Him as your strength and stay,—
Is He yours, is He yours?
When your earthly race is run,
When you face life’s setting sun,
Would you miss His glad “well done”?—
Is He yours?
SH 120
Jesus is a glorious Saviour,
Theme of heaven’s eternal song;
Peace He offers you, and pardon,
Will you now to Him belong? Is your heart oppressed with sorrow
In this world where death is rife?
One who knows, and understands you,
Bids you come—in Him is life.
2 He would turn you from sin’s pleasures,
Where no lasting joy is found;
Set before you hidden treasures,
Grace that would to you abound.
Ere your heart commenced its beating,
Or your eyes beheld the light,
Love divine for man was planning
Happiness in glory bright.
3 Even though your sins condemn you,
Graver still your sinful state;
He who knows it died to save you,
Bore sin’s load in all its weight.
Now He lives a Man in heaven,
Glory-crowned at God’s right hand;
Waiting now to save and bless you,
Wide outstretched His gracious hand.
Good T 83 8.7.
Jesus is a loving Saviour,
Love it was that brought Him low;
“Come,” He says, in words of mercy,
“Prove My loving-kindness now.”
All who trust are His for ever,
Safe within His happy fold;
Jesus’ sheep can perish never,
Love like His can ne’er grow cold.
2 Jesus is a mighty Saviour,
Strong His outstretched arm to save;
He has vanquished death and Satan,
He has triumphed o’er the grave.
3 Jesus is a willing Saviour,
Fully, freely He forgives;
And the soul which looks unto Him
From that happy moment lives.
4 Jesus is a righteous Saviour,
He has suffered once for sins;
Death He suffered, ere in triumph
He could bring redemption in.
5 Jesus is a lasting Saviour,
Ever will His love endure;
Souls which rest by faith upon Him
Are eternally secure.
EH167 P.M.
Jesus is coming! sing the glad word!
Coming for those He redeemed by His blood,
Coming for us as the glorified Lord!
Jesus is coming again!
Jesus is coming, is coming again!
Jesus is coming again! . . .
Shout the glad tidings o’er mountain and plain,
Jesus is coming again!
2 Jesus is coming! the dead shall arise,
Loved ones shall meet in a joyful surprise,
Caught up together to Him in the skies:
Jesus is coming again!
3 Jesus is coming! His saints to release;
Later to give to the warring earth peace!
Sinning, and sighing, and sorrow shall cease:
Jesus is coming again!
4 Jesus is coming! the promise is true:
Who are the chosen, the faithful, the few,
Waiting and watching, prepared for review?
Jesus is coming again!
SLW 82
Jesus is Lord! Creation’s voice proclaims it,
For by His power each tree and flower was planned and made.
Jesus is Lord! The universe declares it.
Sun, moon and stars in heaven cry—Jesus is Lord!
Jesus is Lord! Jesus is Lord!
Praise Him with Hallelujahs for Jesus is Lord!
2 Jesus is Lord! Yet from His throne eternal
In flesh He came to die in pain on Calv’ry’s tree.
Jesus is Lord! From Him all life proceeding,
Yet gave His life a ransom thus setting us free.
3 Jesus is Lord! O’er sin the mighty Conq’eror,
From death He rose and all his foes shall own His name.
Jesus is Lord! He sends His Holy Spirit
To show by works of power that Jesus is Lord.
GB 238 P.M.
Jesus is tenderly calling you home—
Calling to-day, calling to-day!
Why from the sunshine of love will you roam,
Farther and farther away?
Calling to-day, calling to-day!
Jesus is calling, is tenderly calling to-day!
2 Jesus is calling the weary to rest—
Calling to-day, calling to-day!
Bring Him your burden and you shall be blest:
He will not turn you away.
3 Jesus is waiting, oh, come to Him now—
Waiting to-day, waiting to-day!
Come with your sins, at His feet lowly bow;
Come and no longer delay!
4 Jesus is pleading: oh, list to His voice—
Hear Him to-day, hear Him to-day!
They who believe on His name shall rejoice—
Quickly arise and away!
GT 75
Jesus lingers still—’tis for you He waits,
And He’s waited for you long,
He waits that heaven with its fadeless joy
May yet to you belong.
Come and welcome, . . . whosoever will,
’Tis the Saviour’s gracious call.
He is able, willing, waiting now to save,
Simply trust Him, that is all.
2 Though your wayward feet have wandered far,
And you’ve deeply sunk in sin,
Yet the Saviour waits in patient grace
Your stony heart to win.
3 Though His gracious call you have oft refused,
And He’s sought your trust in vain,
Yet, with love unchanged by cold neglect,
He is seeking you again.
4 Oh! surrender now, yield to love divine,
Jesus lingers for you still,
While in grace He says, “Oh! come to Me,”
Let your answer be, “I will.”
GHC 65 8.7.8.7.
Jesus lived—He lived for sinners,
Outcast in the world He made;
Lived, that in His blessèd Person
God’s full grace might be displayed.
2 Jesus died—He died for sinners,
On the cross He cried “Forgive;”
Died, that lost and ruined rebels
Through His precious blood might live.
3 Jesus rose, He rose for sinners,
Proving that the work was done:
Sweet assurance that the Father
Was well-pleasèd with His Son.
4 Jesus lives, He lives for sinners,
High upon the Father’s throne;
Lives now evermore to succour
Those who made His love their own.
5 Jesus loves He loves all sinners,
Loves us more than tongue can say;
Prove Him now, accept His mercy,
Turn not from such love away.
GT 70 P.M.
Jesus died for sinners, on the cross He bled,
To redeem from hell my guilty soul—
Bearing all the wrath, in death He bowed His head,
And His dying saves and makes me whole.
Sinner, trust Him for He died for you,
Trust Him now, and you shall pardon know;
Trust Him for salvation, trust without a doubt,
None who come to Him will He cast out.
2 Jesus rose triumphant, all His work complete,
Breathing forth the golden word of peace;
And, more sweet than words, His wounded hands and feet
Bid my doubt and fear for ever cease.
3 Jesus lives in glory, crowns are on His brow,
Heaven’s lofty throne is His by right,
Every tongue must own Him, every knee must bow,
Drawn by mercy, or compelled by might.
4 Jesus soon is coming, moments quickly fly,
Mercy’s voice will not for ever plead,
Now the Saviour calls, the Spirit lingers nigh,
Will you not the gracious offer heed?