Category Archives: Hymns

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.

To God the Only Wise ~ Hymn

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To God the Only Wise

To God the on­ly wise,
Our Sav­ior and our king,
Let all the saints be­low the skies
Their hum­ble prais­es bring.

’Tis His al­migh­ty love,
His coun­sel, and His care,
Preserves us safe from sin and death,
And ev­ery hurt­ful snare.

He will pre­sent our souls,
Unblemished and com­plete,
Before the glo­ry of His face,
With joys di­vin­ely great.

Then all the chos­en seed
Shall meet around the throne,
Shall bless the con­duct of His grace,
And make His won­ders known.

To our Re­deem­er, God,
Wisdom and pow­er be­longs,
Immortal crowns of ma­jes­ty,
And ev­er­last­ing songs.

Words: Isaac Watts, 1707.

My God, My Life, My Love ~ Hymn

My God, My Life, My Love

My God, my life, my love;
To Thee, to Thee I call;
I can­not live if Thou re­move,
For Thou art all in all.

Thy shin­ing grace can cheer
This dun­geon where I dwell;
’Tis pa­ra­dise when Thou art here;
If Thou de­part, ’tis hell.

The smil­ings of Thy face,
How ami­able they are!
’Tis heav’n to rest in Thine em­brace,
And no where else but there.

To Thee, and Thee alone,
The an­gels owe their bliss;
They sit around Thy gra­cious throne,
And dwell where Je­sus is.

Not all the harps ab­ove
Could make a heav’n­ly place,
If God His re­si­dence re­move,
Or but con­ceal His face.

Nor earth, nor all the sky,
Can one de­light af­ford,
No, not a drop of real joy,
Without Thy pre­sence, Lord.

Thou art the sea of love,
Where all my plea­sures roll:
The cir­cle where my pass­ions move,
And cen­ter of my soul.

To Thee my spir­its fly
With in­fi­nite de­sire;
And yet how far from Thee I lie!
Dear Je­sus, raise me high­er.

Words: Isaac Watts, 1707-09.

A Few More Marchings Weary ~ Hymn

 

A Few More Marchings Weary

A few more march­ings wea­ry,
Then we’ll ga­ther home!
A few more storm clouds drea­ry,
Then we’ll ga­ther home!
A few more days the cross to bear,
And then with Christ a crown to wear;
A few more march­ings wea­ry,
Then we’ll ga­ther home!

Refrain

O’er time’s ra­pid riv­er,
Soon we’ll rest for­ev­er;
No more march­ings weary
When we ga­ther home!

A few more nights of weep­ing,
Then we’ll ga­ther home!
A few more watch­es keep­ing,
Then we’ll ga­ther home!
A few more vic­t’ries ov­er sin,
A few more sheaves to ga­ther in,
A few more march­ings wea­ry,
Then we’ll ga­ther home!

Refrain

A few more sweet links brok­en,
Then we’ll ga­ther home!
A few more kind words spok­en,
Then we’ll ga­ther home!
A few more part­ings on the strand,
And then away to Ca­naan’s land:
A few more march­ings wea­ry,
Then we’ll ga­ther home!

Refrain

Words: Fanny Crosby, 1882.

The God of Abraham Praise ~ Hymn

The God of Abraham Praise

The God of Ab­ra­ham praise,
Who reigns en­throned above;
Ancient of ev­er­last­ing days,
And God of Love;
Jehovah, great I AM!
By earth and Heav’n con­fessed;
I bow and bless the sac­red name
Forever blessed.

The God of Ab­ra­ham praise,
Whose all suf­fi­cient grace
Shall guide me all my hap­py days,
In all my ways.
He calls a worm His friend,
He calls Him­self my God!
And He shall save me to the end,
Thro’ Je­sus’ blood.

He keeps His own se­cure,
He guards them by His side,
Arrays in gar­ments, white and pure,
His spot­less bride:
With streams of sac­red bliss,
With groves of liv­ing joys—
With all the fruits of pa­ra­dise
He still sup­plies.

The God who reigns on high
The great arch­an­gels sing,
And Holy, ho­ly, ho­ly! cry,
Almighty King!
Who was, and is, the same,
And ev­er­more shall be:
Jehovah—Fa­ther—great I AM,
We wor­ship Thee!

Before the Sav­ior’s face
The ran­somed na­tions bow;
O’erwhelmed at His al­migh­ty grace,
Forever new:
He shows His prints of love—
They kin­dle to a flame!
And sound thro’ all the worlds ab­ove
The slaugh­tered Lamb.

The whole tri­umph­ant host
Give thanks to God on high;
Hail, Fa­ther, Son, and Ho­ly Ghost,
They ev­er cry.
Hail, Ab­ra­ham’s God, and mine!
(I join the heav’n­ly lays)
All might and ma­jes­ty are Thine,
And end­less praise.

Words: Thomas Olivers, 1765.

O Light That Knew No Dawn ~ Hymn

O Light That Knew No Dawn

O light that knew no dawn,
That shines to end­less day,
All things in earth and Heav’n
Are lus­tered by Thy ray;
No eye can to Thy throne as­cend,
Nor mind Thy bright­ness com­pre­hend.

Thy grace, O Fa­ther, give,
That I might serve in fear;
Above all boons, I pray,
Grant me Thy voice to hear;
From sin Thy child in mer­cy free,
And let me dwell in light with Thee.

That, cleansed from stain of sin,
I may meet hom­age give;
And pure in heart, be­hold
Thy beau­ty while I live;
Clean hands in ho­ly wor­ship raise,
And Thee, O Christ my Sav­ior, praise.

In sup­pli­ca­tion meek
To Thee I bend the knee;
O Christ, when Thou shalt come,
In love re­mem­ber me,
And in Thy king­dom, by Thy grace,
Grant me a hum­ble serv­ant’s place.

Thy grace, O Fa­ther, give,
I hum­bly Thee implore;
And let Thy mer­cy bless
Thy serv­ant more and more.
All grace and glo­ry be to Thee,
From age to age eter­nal­ly.

Words: Gregory of Nazianzus, (325-390).

See Amid the Winter’s Snow ~ Hymn

See Amid the Winter’s Snow

See amid the win­ter’s snow,
Born for us on earth be­low,
See, the gen­tle Lamb ap­pears,
Promised from eter­nal years.

Refrain

Hail thou ev­er bless­èd morn!
Hail re­demp­tion’s hap­py dawn!
Sing through all Je­ru­sa­lem:
Christ is born in Beth­le­hem!

Lo, with­in a man­ger lies
He who built the star­ry skies;
He who, throned in height sub­lime,
Sits amid the cher­ub­im!

Refrain

Say, you ho­ly shep­herds, say,
Tell your joy­ful news to­day;
Wherefore have you left your sheep
On the lone­ly mount­ain steep?

Refrain

As we watched at dead of night,
Lo, we saw a won­drous light;
Angels sing­ing Peace on earth
Told us of the Sav­ior’s birth.

Refrain

Sacred In­fant, all di­vine,
What a ten­der love was Thine;
Thus to come from high­est bliss
Down to such a world as this.

Refrain

Teach, O teach us, ho­ly Child,
By Thy face so meek and mild,
Teach us to re­sem­ble Thee,
In Thy sweet hu­mil­ity!

Refrain

Words: Edward Caswall, 1851.

Once He Came in Blessing ~ Hymn

Once He Came in Blessing

Once He came in blessing,
All our ills redressing,
Came in likeness lowly,
Son of God most holy;
Bore the cross to save us,
Hope and freedom gave us.

Still He comes within us,
Still His voice would win us
From the sins that hurt us;
Would to truth convert us
From our foolish errors,
Ere He comes in terrors.

Thus if Thou hast known Him,
Not ashamed to own Him,
Nor dost love Him coldly,
But will trust Him boldly,
He will now receive thee,
Heal thee, and forgive thee.

He who well endureth,
Bright reward secureth;
Come, then, O Lord Jesus,
From our sins release us;
Let us here confess Thee,
Till in Heav’n we bless Thee.

Words: Johann Roh, 1544.