Category Archives: Hymns

It is a Thing Most Wonderful ~ Hymn

It is a Thing Most Wonderful

It is a thing most wonderful,
Almost too wonderful to be,
That God’s own Son should come from Heav’n,
And die to save a child like me.

And yet I know that it is true;
He chose a poor and humble lot,
And wept, and toiled, and mourned, and died,
For love of those who loved Him not.

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.

I sometimes think about the cross,
And shut my eyes, and try to see
The cruel nails and crown of thorns,
And Jesus crucified for me.

But even could I see Him die,
I could but see a little part
Of that great love, which, like a fire,
Is always burning in His heart.

It is most wonderful to know
His love for me so free and sure;
But ’tis more wonderful to see
My love for Him so faint and poor.

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.

Words: William W. How, 1872.

There is no Love Like the Love of Jesus ~ Hymn

 

There is No Love Like the Love of Jesus

There is no love like the love of Jesus,
Never to fade or fall,
Till into the fold of the peace of God
He has gathered us all.

Refrain

Jesus’ love! precious love!
Boundless and pure and free!
Oh, turn to that love, weary, wand’ring soul!
Jesus pleadeth for thee.

There is no eye like the eye of Jesus,
Piercing so far away;
Ne’er out of the sight of its tender light
Can the wanderer stray.

Refrain

There is no voice like the voice of Jesus,
Tender and sweet its chime—
Like musical ring of a flowing spring
In the bright summer time.

Refrain

There is no heart like the heart of Jesus,
Filled with a tender love;
No throb nor throe that our hearts can know,
But He feels it above.

Refrain

Oh, let us hark to the voice of Jesus,
Then we shall never roam;
And we shall rest on His loving breast,
In the dear heavenly home.

Refrain

Jesus’ love! precious love!
Boundless and pure and free!
Oh, turn to that love, weary, wand’ring soul!
Jesus pleadeth for thee.

Words: William J. Littlewood, 1857

All That I Was ~ Hymn

 

All That I Was

All that I was, my sin, my guilt,
My death, was all mine own;
All that I am I owe to Thee,
My gracious God, alone.

The evil of my former state
Was mine, and only mine;
The good in which I now rejoice
Is Thine, and only Thine.

The darkness of my former state,
The bondage, all was mine;
The light of life in which I walk,
The liberty, is Thine.

Thy Word first made me feel my sin,
It taught me to believe;
Then, in believing, peace I found,
And now I live, I live!

All that I am, e’en here on earth
All that I hope to be,
When Jesus comes and glory dawns,
I owe it, Lord to Thee.

Words: Horatius Bonar, 1845.

Safe in the Arms of Jesus ~ Hymn

Blessed is the Man That Endureth ~Thou Faithful Into Death

Safe in the Arms of Jesus

Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on His gentle breast,
There by His love o’ershaded,
Sweetly my soul shall rest.
Hark! ’tis the voice of angels,
Borne in a song to me.
Over the fields of glory,
Over the jasper sea.

Refrain

Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on His gentle breast
There by His love o’ershaded,
Sweetly my soul shall rest.

Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe from corroding care,
Safe from the world’s temptations,
Sin cannot harm me there.
Free from the blight of sorrow,
Free from my doubts and fears;
Only a few more trials,
Only a few more tears!

Refrain

Jesus, my heart’s dear refuge,
Jesus has died for me;
Firm on the Rock of Ages,
Ever my trust shall be.
Here let me wait with patience,
Wait till the night is over;
Wait till I see the morning
Break on the golden shore.

Refrain

Words: Fanny Crosby, (1820-1915)

ht: Cyberhymnal

Cyberhymnal attached this sweet story along with this hymn by Fanny Crosby;

At the close of one of Mr. San­key’s meet­ings in Glas­gow, Scot­land, a wo­man said to him: Mr. San­key, I want to tell you about my daugh­ter, Mag­gie. She was con­vert­ed when you were here eight years ago, but has gone home to hea­ven, and I want to tell you what she said when she was dy­ing.

She asked me to get her lit­tle hymn-book, and when I brought it she asked me to turn to No. 25, say­ing: I want to sing it. Why, my child, said I, you are not able to sing. Yes, she said, I want to sing one more song before I go; will you please turn to the twen­ty-fifth hymn, Safe in the Arms of Je­sus. I found it for her and she be­gan to sing these lines:

Hark, ’tis the voice of angels
Borne in a song to me,
Over the fields of glory,
Over the jasper sea.

Her voice then seemed to fail her, and she said, Mo­ther, lift me up. I put my arm under her and lift­ed my poor girl up, then she raised her eyes to hea­ven and whis­pered, Je­sus, I am com­ing; Je­sus I am com­ing. The doc­tor who was stand­ing by her side, said, How can you sing when you are so weak?

She re­plied: Je­sus helps me to sing. Je­sus helps me to sing.

With these words up­on her lips she died in my arms.

The lit­tle hymn book was laid up­on the girl’s breast and bur­ied with her.

Another interesting note,

This song was played on Au­gust 8, 1885, when Am­er­i­can pre­si­dent Ulys­ses S. Grant was in­terred in Ri­ver­side Park, on the banks of the Hud­son Ri­ver.

When All Thy Mercies, O My God ~ Hymn

When All Thy Mercies, O my God.

When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I’m lost
In wonder, love and praise.

O, how shall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare,
That glows within my ravished heart!
But Thou canst read it there.

Thy providence my life sustained,
And all my wants redressed,
While in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.

To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned
To form themselves in prayer.

Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.

When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm unseen conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.

Through hidden dangers, toils, and death,
It gently cleared my way;
And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be feared than they.

When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou
With health renewed my face;
And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.

Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Hath made my cup run o’er;
And, in a kind and faithful friend,
Hath doubled all my store.

Ten thousand, thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
That tastes those gifts with joy.

Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I’ll pursue
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

When nature fails, and day and night
Divide Thy works no more,
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.

Through all eternity to Thee
A joyful song I’ll raise;
For, oh, eternity’s too short
To utter all Thy praise!

Words: Joseph Addison, (1672-1719).

Remember Christ, Our Savior ~ Hymn

 

Remember Christ, Our Savior

Remember Christ, our Savior
Who paid the debts you owed
To God the heavenly Father
And to you mercy showed.
When others sin against you
Be ready to forgive.
Since you have been forgiven
With them in peace now live.

Go first to find your brother,
Your sister or your friend.
Do not reveal to others
The hurt you need to mend.
Confront in humble spirit
The one whose sin caused pain
That he might seek forgiveness
And you a friend regain.

When bitter anger tempts you
To nurse your broken heart
With brooding thoughts of hatred
And vows of vengeance start.
Pray to the Lord of Pardon
For power to release
Each selfish act against you
That rage might in you cease.

O Father, Son, and Spirit,
O Patient Trinity,
Who lifts from us sin’s burden
And from its debt sets free.
Grant us the will to pardon
All those who us offend
That we might enter heaven
With them when ages end.

Samuel S. Wesley
(1810–1876)

Words: Ro­bert E. Smith, 1990. First pub­lished in the Lu­ther­an Di­gest, 1991.

REMEMBER CHRIST, OUR SAVIOR
© 1990 Robert E. Smith
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He Took My Feet From the Miry Clay ~ Hymn

He Took My Feet From the Miry Clay

He took my feet
from the miry clay,
Yes, He did! Yes, He did!
And placed them
on the rock to stay,
Yes, He did! Yes, He did!

I can tell the world about this,
I can tell the nations I’m blest,
Tell them that
Jesus made me whole,
And He brought joy, joy to my soul!

O my Lord did just what He said,
Yes, He did! Yes, He did!
He healed the sick
and He raised the dead,
Yes, He did! Yes, He did!

I can tell the world about this,
I can tell the nations I’m blest,
Tell them that
Jesus made me whole,
And He brought joy, joy to my soul!

O Jesus washed my sins away,
Yes, He did! Yes, He did!
And made me happy all the day,
Yes, He did! Yes, He did!

I can tell the world about this,
I can tell the nations I’m blest,
Tell them that
Jesus made me whole,
And He brought joy, joy to my soul!

He died on the cross
to save my soul,
Yes, He did! Yes, He did!
He ransomed me
and made me whole,
Yes, He did! Yes, He did!

I can tell the world about this,
I can tell the nations I’m blest,
Tell them that
Jesus made me whole,
And He brought joy, joy to my soul!

With Joy We Meditate the Grace ~ Hymn

 

With Joy We Meditate the Grace

With joy we meditate the grace
Of our high priest above:
His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.

Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For He has felt the same.

But spotless, innocent, and pure,
The great Redeemer stood,
While Satan’s fiery darts He bore,
And did resist to blood.

He in the days of feeble flesh
Poured out His cries and tears,
And in His measure feels afresh
What every member bears.

He’ll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;
The bruisèd reed He never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.

Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and His power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.

Words: Isaac Watts, 1707.

God Moves in a Mysterious Way ~ Hymn

 

God Moves in a Mysterious Way

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sov’reign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r.

Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

Words: William Cowper, 1773.

Mine Eyes Shall Behold Him ~ Hymn

Mine Eyes Shall Behold Him

I know not the hour of His coming,
Nor how He will speak to my heart;
Or whether at morning or mid-day,
My spirit to Him will depart.

Refrain

But I know I shall wake in the likeness
Of Him I am longing to see;
I know that mine eyes shall behold Him,
And that is enough for me.

I know not the bliss that awaits me,
At rest with my Savior above;
I know not how soon I shall enter,
And bathe in the ocean of love.

But I know I shall wake in the likeness
Of Him I am longing to see;
I know that mine eyes shall behold Him,
And that is enough for me.

Perhaps in the midst of my labor,
A voice from the Lord I shall hear;
Perhaps in the slumber of midnight,
Its message may fall on my ear.

But I know I shall wake in the likeness
Of Him I am longing to see;
I know that mine eyes shall behold Him,
And that is enough for me.

I know not, but O I am watching,
My lamp ever burning and bright,
I know not if Jesus will call me
At morning, at noon or at night.

But I know I shall wake in the likeness
Of Him I am longing to see;
I know that mine eyes shall behold Him,
And that is enough for me.

Words: Fanny Crosby