Category Archives: Hymns

Jesus Lives! O Day of Days! ~ Hymn

Jesus Lives! O Day of Days!

Jesus lives! O day of days!
Glad we bring our grate­ful praise;
He is ris­en! Gone the gloom,
Angels sit with­in the tomb.
Vain the taunt of Jew de­ny­ing,
Vain the vaunt o’er Je­sus dy­ing,
Heav’nly voic­es, from the grave,
Now pro­claim His pow­er to save.

Refrain

He is ris­en! Come and see,
How He tri­umphed migh­ti­ly!
Conqueror thus o’er all His foes,
Jesus from the dead arose.

Lord and Pro­phet, spake He not?
Have ye His own words for­got,
Telling, while in Ga­li­lee,
Thus the vic­to­ry should be?
How through scorn and dire af­flic­tion,
Thorny way and cru­ci­fix­ion,
Vanquished death, and rent the grave—
Christ the King should live to save.

Refrain

Tearful to the se­pul­cher
Mary comes in grief and fear;
Sees the stone now rolled away,
Hears the wait­ing an­gels say:
Why the dead among the liv­ing
Seek ye? Lo! The Lord life-giv­ing
Rises, vain the watch, the grave:
Prince of Life, He lives to save!

Refrain

Welcome then, the day of days!
Lord, ’tis Thine our tune­ful praise;
Thine, for us, the Tempt­ed, Tried,
Thine, for us, the Cru­ci­fied;
Thine for us the Re­sur­rect­ion,
Thine the Life, the Sure Pro­tect­ion.
Savior! So­ve­reign ov­er the grave,
May we know Thy pow­er to save.

He is ris­en! joy­ful­ly,
Lord! we raise our song to Thee,
Conqueror thus o’er all His foes,
Jesus from the dead arose.

Words: George D. Wildes, 1871.

Glorious Resurrection Day!

 

Easter Visits Earth Again

Easter visits earth again,
In the solemn spring;
Blossoms brighten hill and glen,
Notes of joy sweetly ring.

Refrain

Hail Him, vic­to­ri­ous,
King of love, throned above;
Tell the news o’er and o’er,
While the years go by:
Make His praise glo­ri­ous;
Sing again, earth and sky;
Tell the news ev­er­more,
Our Je­sus lives on high.

Every flower that lifts its head,
Breathes a message bright;
He is ris­en from the dead;
Happy day, day of light!

Refrain

Tell the story of the spring
With triumphant voice:
Jesus reigns, exalted King,
In His grace, we rejoice.

Refrain

Words: Eliza E. Hewitt, 1916.

Christ Is Risen!

Truly He is Risen!

Khristos voskrese!    Voistinu voskrese!

Христос воскрес!
воистину воскрес!

Blessings to all on this Glorious Easter Day!

Lamb of God! Our Souls Adore Thee ~ Good Friday

Lamb of God! Our Souls Adore Thee

Lamb of God! Our souls ad­ore Thee
While upon Thy face we gaze;
There the Fa­ther’s love and glo­ry
Shine in all their bright­est rays;
Thine al­migh­ty pow­er and wis­dom
All cre­ation’s works pro­claim;
Heaven and earth alike con­fess Thee
As the ev­er great I AM.

Lamb of God! Thy Fa­ther’s bo­som
Ever was Thy dwell­ing place;
His de­light, in Him re­joic­ing,
One with Him in pow­er and grace;
Oh, that won­drous love and mercy—
Thou didst lay Thy glo­ry by,
And for us didst come from Heav­en,
As the Lamb of God, to die!

Lamb of God! When we be­hold Thee
Lowly in the man­ger laid,
Wandering as a home­less strang­er
In the world Thy hands had made;
When we see Thee in the gar­den,
In Thine ago­ny of blood,
At Thy grace we are con­found­ed,
Holy, spot­less, Lamb of God!

When we see Thee, as the vic­tim,
Bound for us up­on the tree,
For our guilt and fol­ly strick­en,
All our judg­ment born by Thee—
Lord, we own, with hearts ad­or­ing,
Thou hast loved us un­to blood:
Glory, glo­ry ev­er­last­ing,
Be to Thee, Thou Lamb of God!

Lamb of God, Thou soon in glo­ry
Will to this sad earth re­turn;
All Thy foes shall quake be­fore Thee,
All that now des­pise Thee mourn;
Then Thy saints all ga­thered to Thee,
With Thee in Thy king­dom reign;
Thine the praise and Thine the glo­ry,
Lamb of God, for sin­ners slain.

Words: James G. Deck, 1841

Shout Aloud, All Ye Lands ~ Hymn

Shout Aloud, All Ye Lands

Across the blue wa­ters
The mes­sage of grace
O’er king­dom and em­pire
Is fly­ing apace;
The day-beam is break­ing,
Majestic and bright,
And mill­ions are turn­ing
From dark­ness to light.

Refrain

Shout aloud, all ye lands,
And be glad while ye sing;
Shout aloud, all ye lands,
For the Sav­ior is king!
And the sound that went forth
On the night of His birth
Shall be heard to the ut­ter­most
Bounds of the earth.

All crea­tures ador­ing
Shall bow at His word,
All tongues shall con­fess Him
Their Sav­ior and Lord;
His truth and its glo­ry
Extended shall be,
And cover the earth
As the wa­ters the sea.

Refrain

How gent­ly and kind­ly
There comes from above
His scep­ter of mer­cy,
His stand­ard of love!
He rul­eth in wis­dom,
The mon­arch of peace;
His reign shall be glo­ri­ous
And nev­er shall cease.

Refrain

The day is ap­proach­ing,
The time draw­eth nigh,
When na­tion to na­tion
Hosanna shall cry;
The id­ols they wor­ship
In dust shall be laid,
And Je­sus be hon­ored,
Exalted, ob­eyed.

Refrain

Words: Fanny Crosby, 1875.

A Debtor to Mercy Alone ~ Hymn

A Debtor to Mercy Alone

A debtor to mercy alone,
Of covenant mercy I sing;
Nor fear, with Thy righteousness on,
My person and offering to bring.
The terrors of law and of God
With me can have nothing to do;
My Savior’s obedience and blood
Hide all my transgressions from view.

The work which His goodness began,
The arm of His strength will complete;
His promise is Yea and Amen,
And never was forfeited yet.
Things future, nor things that are now,
Nor all things below or above,
Can make Him His purpose forgo,
Or sever my soul from His love.

My name from the palms of His hands
Eternity will not erase;
Impressed on His heart it remains,
In marks of indelible grace.
Yes, I to the end shall endure,
As sure as the earnest is giv’n;
More happy, but not more secure,
The glorified spirits in Heav’n.

Words: Augustus M. Toplady, 1771.

I Believe in God the Father ~ Hymn

 

I Believe in God the Father

I believe in God the Fa­ther,
Who cre­at­ed Heav’n and earth;
Made the stars to shine so bright­ly,
Gave each liv­ing thing its birth.
I be­lieve in God the Fa­ther,
And in Je­sus Christ His Son,
Who was cru­ci­fied on Cal­v’ry
For the sins that all have done.

I be­lieve He died, was bur­ied,
Rose again, no more to die;
And as­cend­ing to His Fa­ther,
Took His seat with Him on high.
I be­lieve in God the Spir­it,
Sent to us from Heav’n above,
And the Church our bless­èd Sav­ior
Hath re­deemed by His great love.

I be­lieve in His for­give­ness,
And His won­drous pow­er to save;
In a glo­ri­ous re­sur­rect­ion,
And a life be­yond the grave.
I be­lieve in God the Fa­ther,
I be­lieve in God the Son,
And in God the Ho­ly Spir­it,
Everlasting Three in One.

Words: Fanny Crosby, 1892.

The Promised Land ~ Hymn

The Promised Land

Far from these narrow scenes of night
Unbounded glories rise,
And realms of infinite delight
Unknown to mortal eyes.

Far distant land—could mortal eyes
But half its joys explore,
How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more!

There pain and sickness never come,
And grief no more complains!
Health triumphs in immortal bloom,
And endless pleasure reigns!

From discord free and war’s alarms,
And want and pining care,
Plenty and peace unite their charms,
And smile unchanging there.

There rich varieties of joy,
Continual feast the mind;
Pleasures which fill, but never cloy,
Immortal and refined!

No factious strife, no envy there,
The sons of peace molest,
But harmony and love sincere,
Fill every happy breast.

No cloud those blissful regions know,
For ever bright and fair!
For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

There no alternate night is known,
Nor sun’s faint sickly ray;
But glory from the sacred throne
Spreads everlasting day.

That glorious Monarch there displays
His beams of wondrous grace;
His happy subjects sing His praise,
And bow before His face.

O may the heavenly prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love,
Till wings of faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above.

Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,
For Thy bright courts on high;
Then bid our spirits rise and join
The chorus of the sky.

Words: Anne Steele, 1760.

Before Thy Mercy Seat, O Lord ~ Hymn

Before Thy Mercy Seat, O Lord

Before Thy mer­cy seat, O Lord,
Behold, Thy serv­ants stand,
To ask the know­ledge of Thy Word,
The guid­ance of Thy hand.

Let Thy eter­nal truths, we pray,
Dwell rich­ly in each heart;
That from the safe and nar­row way
We nev­er may de­part.

Lord, from Thy Word re­move the seal,
Unfold its hid­den store,
And as we read, teach us to feel
Its val­ue more and more.

Help us to see a Sav­ior’s love
Shine forth from ev­ery page,
And let the thoughts of joys ab­ove
Our in­most souls en­gage.

Thus, while Thy Word our foot­steps guides,
Shall we be tru­ly blest,
And soon ar­rive where love pro­vides
An ev­er­last­ing rest.

Words: William H. Bathurst, 1841.

Jesus, Thy Church With Longing Eyes ~ Hymn

Jesus, Thy Church With Longing Eyes

Jesus, Thy church with long­ing eyes
For Thine ex­pect­ed com­ing waits:
When will the pro­mised Light arise,
And glo­ry beam from Zi­on’s gates?

E’en now, when tem­pests round us fall,
And win­try clouds o’er­cast the sky,
Thy words with plea­sure we recall,
And deem that our re­demp­tion’s nigh.

Come, gra­cious Lord, our hearts re­new,
Our foes re­pel, our wrongs re­dress,
Man’s root­ed en­mi­ty sub­due,
And crown Thy Gos­pel with suc­cess.

O come, and reign o’er ev­ery land;
Let Sa­tan from his throne be hurled;
Let na­tions bow to Thy com­mand,
And grace re­vive a dy­ing world.

Yes, Thou wilt speed­ily ap­pear;
The smit­ten earth al­rea­dy reels;
And not far off we seem to hear
The thun­der of Thy cha­ri­ot wheels.

Teach us, in watch­ful­ness and pray­er,
To wait for the ap­point­ed hour,
And fit us for Thy grace to share
The tri­umph of Thy con­quer­ing pow­er.

Words: William H. Bathurst, 1831.

Lamb of God, We Fall Before Thee ~ Hymn

Lamb of God, We Fall Before Thee

Lamb of God, we fall be­fore Thee,
Humbly trust­ing in Thy cross.
That alone be all our glo­ry;
All things else are on­ly dross.

Thee we own a per­fect Sav­ior,
Only source of all that’s good.
Every grace and ev­ery fa­vor
Comes to us through Je­sus’ blood.

Jesus gives us true re­pent­ance
By His Spir­it sent from Heav’n;
Whispers this trans­port­ing sen­tence,
Son, thy sins are all for­giv’n.

Faith He grants us to be­lieve it,
Grateful hearts His love to prize;
Want we wis­dom? He must give it,
Hearing ears and see­ing eyes.

Jesus gives us pure af­fect­ions,
Wills to do what He re­quires,
Makes us fol­low His di­rect­ions,
And what He com­mands, in­spires.

All our pray­ers and all our prais­es,
Rightly of­fered in His name—
He that dic­tates them is Je­sus;
He that an­swers is the same.

When we live on Je­su’s mer­it,
Then we wor­ship God aright;
Father, Son, and Ho­ly Spir­it,
Then we sav­ing­ly unite.

Hear the whole con­clu­sion of it:
Great or good, whate’er we call,
God, or King, or Priest, or Pro­phet,
Jesus Christ is all in all.

Words: Joseph Hart, 1759.