Category Archives: Hymns

Deity and Humanity

Have this attitude in yourselves which was also in Christ Jesus,  who, although He existed in the form of God, did not regard equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied Himself, taking the form of a bond-servant, and being made in the likeness of men. Being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. Philippians 2:5-8

We made one last trip to Spokane on Thursday for some specific items before our Christmas celebrations begin.

We enjoyed the sunrise along the highway.

And He is the radiance of His glory and the exact representation of His nature, and upholds all things by the word of His power. When He had made purification of sins, He sat down at the right hand of the Majesty on high. Hebrews 1:3

This morning in Let Earth Receive Her King ~ Daily Readings for Advent, Alistair Begg shares this lesser  known Christmas Carol. I’m highlighting some of the words.

Once in roy­al Dav­id’s ci­ty
Stood a low­ly cat­tle shed,
Where a mo­ther laid her ba­by
In a man­ger for His bed:
Mary was that mo­ther mild,
Jesus Christ her lit­tle child.

He came down to earth from Hea­ven,
Who is God and Lord of all,
And His shel­ter was a sta­ble,
And His cra­dle was a stall;
With the poor, and mean, and low­ly,
Lived on earth our Sav­ior ho­ly.

And, through all His won­drous child­hood,
He would hon­or and ob­ey,
Love and watch the low­ly maid­en,
In whose gen­tle arms He lay:
Christian child­ren all must be
Mild, obe­di­ent, good as He.

For He is our child­hood’s pat­tern;
Day by day, like us He grew;
He was lit­tle, weak and help­less,
Tears and smiles like us He knew;
And He feel­eth for our sad­ness,
And He shar­eth in our glad­ness.

And our eyes at last shall see Him,
Through His own re­deem­ing love,
For that Child so dear and gen­tle
Is our Lord in Heav’n above,
And He leads His child­ren on
To the place where He is gone.

Not in that poor low­ly sta­ble,
With the ox­en stand­ing by,
We shall see Him; but in Hea­ven,
Set at God’s right hand on high;
Where like stars His child­ren crowned
All in white shall wait around.

Once in Royal David’s City ~ Cecil F. Alexander, 1848.

Come Thou Long Expected Jesus ~Hymn

Come, Thou Long Expected Jesus

Come, Thou long expected Jesus
Born to set Thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in Thee.
Israel’s strength and consolation,
Hope of all the earth Thou art;
Dear desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.

Born Thy people to deliver,
Born a child and yet a king,
Born to reign in us forever,
Now Thy gracious kingdom bring.
By Thine own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By Thine all sufficient merit,
Raise us to Thy glorious throne.

Words: Charles Wesley

The Deity and Humanity of Christ ~ Hymn

 

The Deity and Humanity of Christ

Ere the blue heav’ns were stretched abroad,
From ev­er­last­ing was the Word:
With God He was; the Word was God,
And must di­vine­ly be ad­ored.

By His own pow­er were all things made;
By Him sup­port­ed all things stand;
He is the whole cre­ation’s head,
And an­gels fly at His com­mand.

Ere sin was born, or Sa­tan fell,
He led the host of morn­ing stars:
Thy ge­ne­ra­tion who can tell,
Or count the num­bers of Thy years?

But lo, He leaves those heav’n­ly forms,
The Word des­cends and dwells in clay,
That He may hold con­verse with worms,
Dressed in such fee­ble flesh as they.

Mortals with joy be­held His face,
Th’eter­nal Fa­ther’s on­ly Son;
How full of truth! how full of grace!
When thro’ His eyes the God­head shone.

Archangels leave their high abode
To learn new mys­te­ries here, and tell
The loves of our des­cend­ing God,
The glories of Im­ma­nu­el.

Words: Isaac Watts, 1707.

Who Are These Like Stars Appearing ~ Hymn

Who Are These Like Stars Appearing

Who are these like stars ap­pear­ing,
These be­fore God’s throne who stand?
Each a gold­en crown is wear­ing;
Who are all this glo­ri­ous band?
Alleluia! Hark, they sing,
Praising loud their heav’n­ly king.

Who are these of dazz­ling bright­ness,
These in God’s own truth ar­rayed,
Clad in robes of pur­est white­ness,
Robes whose lus­ter ne’er shall fade,
Ne’er be touch­ed by time’s rude hand?
Whence come all this glo­ri­ous band?

These are they who have con­tend­ed
For their Sav­ior’s hon­or long,
Wrestling on till life was end­ed,
Following not the sin­ful throng;
These who well the fight sus­tained,
Triumph through the Lamb have gained.

These are they whose hearts were riv­en,
Sore with woe and ang­uish tried,
Who in pray­er full oft have striv­en
With the God they glo­ri­fied;
Now, their pain­ful con­flict o’er,
God has bid them weep no more.

These, like priests, have watched and wait­ed,
Offering up to Christ their will;
Soul and body con­se­crat­ed,
Day and night to serve Him still:
Now in God’s most ho­ly place
Blest they stand be­fore His face.

Words: Theobald H. Schenk, 1719.

My God, I Thank Thee ~ Hymn

My God, I Thank Thee

My God, I thank Thee, who hast made
The earth so bright,
So full of splendor and of joy,
Beauty and light;
So many glorious things are here,
Noble and right.

I thank Thee, too, that Thou hast made
Joy to abound;
So many gentle thoughts and deeds
Circling us round,
That in the darkest spot of earth
Some love is found.

I thank Thee more that all our joy
Is touched with pain,
That shadows fall on brightest hours,
That thorns remain;
So that earth’s bliss may be our guide,
And not our chain.

For thou who knowest, Lord, how soon
Our weak heart clings,
Hast given us joys, tender and true,
Yet all with wings;
So that we see gleaming on high
Diviner things.

I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast kept
The best in store;
We have enough, yet not too much
To long for more:
A yearning for a deeper peace
Not known before.

I thank Thee, Lord, that here our souls
Though amply blessed,
Can never find, although they seek
A perfect rest;
Nor ever shall, until they lean
On Jesus’ breast.

Words: Adelaide A. Procter, Legends and Lyrics, a Book of Verse, 1858.

No Other Name ~ Hymn

No Other Name

One of­fer of sal­va­tion,
To all the world make known;
The on­ly sure foun­da­tion
Is Christ the cor­ner­stone.

Refrain

No oth­er name is given,
No other way is known,
’Tis Je­sus Christ the First and Last,
He saves, and He alone.

One only door of Hea­ven
Stands open wide today,
One sacrifice is given,
’Tis Christ, the living way.

Refrain

My only song and story
Is—Je­sus died for me;
My only hope of glo­ry,
The cross of Cal­va­ry.

Refrain

Words: Philip Bliss, (1838-1876).

Rejoice Today with One Accord ~ Hymn

Rejoice Today with One Accord

Rejoice to­day with one ac­cord,
Sing out with ex­ul­ta­tion;
Rejoice and praise our migh­ty Lord,
Whose arm hath brought sal­va­tion;
His works of love pro­claim
The great­ness of His name;
For He is God alone
Who hath His mer­cy shown;
Let all His saints ad­ore Him!

When in dis­tress to Him we cried,
He heard our sad com­plain­ing;
O trust in Him, whate’er be­tide,
His love is all sus­tain­ing;
Triumphant songs of praise
To Him our hearts shall raise;
Now ev­ery voice shall say,
O praise our God al­way;
Let all His saints ado­re Him!

Rejoice to­day with one ac­cord,
Sing out with ex­ul­ta­tion;
Rejoice and praise our migh­ty Lord,
Whose arm hath brought sal­va­tion;
His works of love pro­claim
The great­ness of His name;
For He is God alone
Who hath His mer­cy shown;
Let all His saints ad­ore Him!

Words: Henry W. Baker, 1861.

O Savior, Precious Savior ~ Hymn

O Savior, Precious Savior

O Savior, precious Savior,
Whom yet unseen we love!
O name of might and favor,
All other names above!
We worship Thee, we bless Thee,
To Thee, O Christ, we sing;
We praise Thee, and confess Thee
Our holy Lord and king.

O bringer of salvation,
Who wondrously hast wrought,
Thyself the revelation
Of love beyond our thought;
We worship Thee, we bless Thee,
To Thee, O Christ, we sing;
We praise Thee, and confess Thee
Our gracious Lord and king.

In Thee all fullness dwelleth,
All grace and power divine;
The glory that excelleth,
O Son of God, is Thine;
We worship Thee, we bless Thee,
To Thee, O Christ, we sing:
We praise Thee, and confess Thee
Our glorious Lord and king.

O grant the consummation
Of this our song above,
In endless adoration,
And everlasting love!
Then shall we praise and bless Thee
Where perfect praises ring,
And evermore confess Thee
Our Savior and our king.

Words: Frances R. Havergal, 1870.

How Firm A Foundation ~ Hymn

How Firm a Foundation

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word!
What more can He say than to you He hath said,
You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?

In every condition, in sickness, in health;
In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth;
At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,
As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be.

Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed,
For I am thy God and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen and help thee, and cause thee to stand
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.

When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;
For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

When through fiery trials thy pathways shall lie,
My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.

Even down to old age all My people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne.

The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to its foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake.

Words: John Rippon, 1787.

For All the Saints ~ Hymn

For All the Saints

For all the saints,
Who from their la­bors rest,
Who Thee by faith
Before the world con­fessed,
Thy name, O Je­sus,
Be for­ev­er blessed.
Alleluia, Al­le­lu­ia!

Thou wast their rock,
Their fort­ress and their might;
Thou, Lord, their cap­tain
In the well fought fight;
Thou, in the dark­ness drear,
Their one true Light.
Alleluia, Al­le­lu­ia!

For the apos­tles’
Glorious com­pa­ny,
Who bear­ing forth
The cross o’er land and sea,
Shook all the migh­ty
World, we sing to Thee:
Alleluia, Al­le­lu­ia!

For the ev­an­gel­ists,
By whose blest word,
Like four­fold streams,
The gar­den of the Lord,
Is fair and fruit­ful,
Be Thy name ad­ored.
Alleluia, Al­le­lu­ia!

For mar­tyrs, who
With rap­ture kin­dled eye,
Saw the bright crown
Descending from the sky,
And see­ing, grasped it,
Thee we glo­ri­fy.
Alleluia, Al­le­lu­ia!

O blest com­mun­ion,
Fellowship di­vine!
We feeb­ly strug­gle,
They in glo­ry shine;
All are one in Thee,
For all are Thine.
Alleluia, Al­le­lu­ia!

O may Thy sol­diers,
Faithful, true and bold,
Fight as the saints
Who nob­ly fought of old,
And win with them
The vic­tor’s crown of gold.
Alleluia, Al­le­lu­ia!

And when the strife
Is fierce, the war­fare long,
Steals on the ear
The dist­ant tri­umph song,
And hearts are brave,
Again, and arms are strong.
Alleluia, Al­le­lu­ia!

The gold­en ev­en­ing
Brightens in the west;
Soon, soon to faith­ful
Warriors comes their rest;
Sweet is the calm
Of pa­ra­dise the blessed.
Alleluia, Al­le­lu­ia!

But lo! there breaks
A yet more glo­ri­ous day;
The saints tri­um­phant
Rise in bright ar­ray;
The King of glo­ry
Passes on His way.
Alleluia, Al­le­lu­ia!

From earth’s wide bounds,
From ocean’s far­thest coast,
Through gates of pearl
Streams in the count­less host,
And sing­ing to Fa­ther,
Son and Ho­ly Ghost:
Alleluia, Al­le­lu­ia!

Words: William W. How, 1864.