Category Archives: Hymns

What Will You Do With Jesus? ~ Hymn

Christos Voskress! Voistinu Voskress!
Христос Воскрес!
Воистину воскрес!
Christ is Risen!
Truly He is Risen!
~

Happy Easter Friends! Here’s a question that begs to be answered. What will you do with Jesus? From Alistair Begg’s devotional, Truth for Life:

“Pilate asked significant questions about Jesus’ identity and authority. These questions formed an examination with eternal ramifications- an examination we all must make. Consider how the hymn writer puts it:

Jesus is standing in Pilate’s hall,
Friendless, forsaken, betrayed by all;
Hearken! what meaneth the sudden call?
What will you do with Jesus?

“Pilate believed he was holding an examination on a purely intellectual, natural level. But answering the question “Who is Jesus?” is always a spiritual, supernatural matter. Jesus wasn’t a political king, as Pilate believed, but the heavenly King. He essentially told Pilate, My kingdom doesn’t find it’s origin in this world. The concern of My kingdom is the spiritual transformation that is brought about in the hearts of My people. The reason I was born as a King was to testify to God’s truth. But Pilate, blind in his unbelief, had already made up his mind. Jaded and disdainful, he sought to avoid the fundamental question we all must ask: “What will I do with Jesus?” But in trying, he nevertheless gave his answer: I shall reject His claim on me and His rule over me, and therefore His offer to rescue me.

“Neutral you cannot be. You will either live under Jesus’ rule or you will not.”

I will follow Him all the way. I serve a risen Savior!

What Will You Do With Jesus?

Jesus is standing in Pilate’s hall,
Friendless, forsaken, betrayed by all;
Hearken! what meaneth the sudden call?
What will you do with Jesus?

Refrain

What will you do with Jesus?
Neutral you cannot be;
Some day your heart will be asking,
What will He do with me?

Jesus is standing on trial still,
You can be false to Him if you will,
You can be faithful through good or ill:
What will you do with Jesus?

Refrain

Will you evade Him as Pilate tried?
Or will you choose Him, whate’er betide?
Vainly you struggle from Him to hide:
What will you do with Jesus?

Refrain

Will you, like Peter, your Lord deny?
Or will you scorn from His foes to fly,
Daring for Jesus to live or die?
What will you do with Jesus?

Refrain

Jesus, I give Thee my heart today!
Jesus, I’ll follow Thee all the way,
Gladly obeying Thee! will you say:
This I will do with Jesus!

Refrain

Words: Albert B. Simpson, 1891.

In the Cross of Christ I Glory ~ Hymn

In the Cross of Christ I Glory

In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o’er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.

When the woes of life o’ertake me—
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me,
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.

When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds more luster to the day.

Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.

In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o’er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.

Words: John Bowring, 1825

Galatians 6:14

But far be it from me to boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world.

Kindly Spring Again Is Here ~ Hymn

Kindly Spring Again Is Here

Kindly spring again is here,
Trees and fields in bloom appear;
Hark! the birds with artless lays
Warble their Creator’s praise.

Where in winter all was snow,
Now the flowers in clusters grow;
And the corn, in green array,
Promises a harvest-day.

Lord, afford a spring to me,
Let me feel like what I see;
Speak, and by Thy gracious voice,
Make my drooping soul rejoice.

On Thy garden deign to smile,
Raise the plants, enrich the soil;
Soon Thy presence will restore
Life to what seemed dead before.

John Newton verses 1-3 Author of verse 4 is unknown

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!