Tag Archives: Fanny Crosby

Singing for Jesus ~ Hymn

Singing for Jesus

Singing for Je­sus, sing­ing for Je­sus,
Trying to serve Him wher­ev­er I go;
Pointing the lost to the way of sal­va­tion—
This be my mis­sion, a pil­grim be­low.
When in the strains of my coun­try I min­gle,
When to ex­alt her my voice I would raise;
’Tis for His glo­ry, whose arm is her re­fuge,
Him would I hon­or, His name would I praise,
His name would I praise.

Singing for Je­sus hymns of de­vo­tion,
Lifting the soul on her pin­ions of love;
Dropping a word or a thought by the way­side,
Telling of rest in the man­sions above.
Music may soft­en where lang­uage would fail us,
Feelings long bur­ied ’twill oft­en re­store.
Tones that were breathed from the lips of de­part­ed,
How we re­vere them when they are no more!
When they are no more!

Singing for Je­sus, bless­èd Re­deem­er,
God of the pil­grims, for Thee I will sing;
When o’er the bil­lows of time I am waft­ed,
Still with Thy praise shall eter­ni­ty ring.
Glory to God for the pros­pect be­fore me,
Soon shall my spir­it trans­port­ed as­cend;
Singing for Je­sus, O bliss­ful em­ploy­ment,
Loud hal­le­lu­jahs that ne­ver will end,
That ne­ver will end.

Words: Fanny Crosby

All the Way My Savior Leads Me ~ Hymn

Sunday-Banbury 053All the Way My Savior Leads Me

All the way my Savior leads me;
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy,
Who through life has been my guide?
Heav’nly peace, divinest comfort,
Here by faith in Him to dwell!
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well;
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well.

All the way my Savior leads me,
Cheers each winding path I tread;
Gives me grace for every trial,
Feeds me with the living bread.
Though my weary steps may falter,
And my soul athirst may be,
Gushing from the rock before me,
Lo! A spring of joy I see;
Gushing from the rock before me,
Lo! A spring of joy I see.

All the way my Savior leads me
O the fullness of His love!
Perfect rest to me is promised
In my Father’s house above.
When my spirit, clothed immortal,
Wings its flight to realms of day
This my song through endless ages—
Jesus led me all the way;
This my song through endless ages—
Jesus led me all the way.

Words: Fanny Crosby

The Cross of My Redeemer ~ Hymn

The Cross of My Redeemer

On Calvary’s distant mountain
The cross of faith I see,
Where once the Lord of glo­ry
Was cru­ci­fied for me.

Refrain

The cross of my Re­deem­er,
O may I still defend,
And through the grace He giveth
Be faithful to the end.

As on that cross extended,
He suffered, bled and died,
To sinful thoughts and pleasures
May I be cru­ci­fied.

Refrain

He bore that cross with patience;
Through sorrow dark and sin,
He bids me now, be­liev­ing,
Take up my cross for Him.

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Had I no foes to conquer
No cross on earth to bear,
A victor’s crown of triumph,
I could not hope to wear.

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Words: Fanny Crosby, (1820-1915)

At the Breaking of the Day ~ Hymn

AT the Breaking of the Day

Oh, how oft amid our la­bor
Do we think of what will be
When the boat shall drop its an­chor
In the ha­ven o’er the sea!
And our hearts, with joy ex­pand­ing,
From our tri­als look away,
When we all shall meet to­ge­ther,
At the break­ing of the day!

Refrain

At the break­ing of the day,
When we an­chor on the shore,
At the break­ing of the day,
When the storms of life are o’er,
When our sor­row and our sigh­ing,
Like a dream will pass away,
When we all shall meet to­ge­ther,
At the break­ing of the day!

Oh, how oft amid the con­flict
And the bat­tle raging high,
With a faith as clear as noon­day
We behold the vic­to­ry nigh,
And we know that with the right­eous
We shall stand in bright ar­ray,
When we all shall meet to­ge­ther,
At the break­ing of the day!

Refrain

Endless praise to our Re­deem­er
For His all aton­ing love,
That pre­pares for us a man­sion
And a crown of life above,
Where our eyes shall see the beau­ty
Of the flow’rs that ne’er de­cay,
When we all shall meet to­ge­ther,
At the break­ing of the day!

Refrain

Words: Fanny Crosby, 1891.

Easter Carol ~ Hymn

Easter Carol

Oh, the gladness and the glo­ry
Of the tender East­er story,
Christ is ris­en! Christ is ris­en!
Do you hear the angels say?
All the bells triumphant ring it,
All the choirs celestial sing it,
And the gentle zephyrs wing it
Thro’ the skies this sacred day.

Oh, the wondrous transformation,
Working out the world’s sal­va­tion!
Christ, the cru­ci­fied Re­deem­er,
Once consigned to darkest gloom,
Changing shadow into splendor,
With His love so sweet and tender,
Son of God, our true defender,
Rising deathless from the tomb.

Oh, the light of East­er morning,
All the earth and sky adorning!
Oh, how restful, how refreshing
Is its sacredness and love!
On my heart its peace is stealing,
Like a gentle balm of healing,
Christ, my ris­en Lord, revealing,
Throned in majesty above.

Words: Fanny Crosby, 1892.

Merry Christmas to All!

Christmas Carol

Hallelujah! hark! from above
Angels come on their wings of love;
Loud hosannas welcome the morn;
Christ our Redeemer’s born.

Refrain

Glory to God the choral strain;
Glory to God the sweet refrain;
Glory, glory, glory to God!
Christ our Redeemer’s born.

Chiming, chiming, hark! ’tis the bells;
Joy to all now their music tells;
Floating onward, greeting the morn;
Christ our Redeemer’s born.

Refrain

Hallelujah! joyful we sing,
While we praise our exalted king;
Let our carol welcome the morn;
Christ our Redeemer’s born.

Refrain

Words: Fanny Crosby

Hallelujah tis done, I believe on the son, I’ve been saved by the blood of the crucified one.

By Grace Are Ye Saved ~ Hymn

 

By Grace Are Ye Saved

’Tis not by works that we have done,
Our souls redeemed will be;
But by the blood of God’s dear Son,
Who died on Calvary.

Refrain

By grace are ye saved,
By grace are ye saved thro’ faith,
And that not of yourselves,
It is the gift of God.
By grace are ye saved,
By grace are ye saved thro’ faith,
And that not of yourselves,
It is the gift of God.

’Tis not by works that we can do,
Our righteousness is vain;
But by what Christ Himself hath done,
Eternal life we gain.

Refrain

’Tis not by works of ours that we
Can know our sins forgiv’n;
But by the living word of Him
Who pleads for us in Heav’n.

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’Tis not our works, but Christ’s alone,
Then rest thy anxious soul;
For safe thou art on Him, thy rock,
While endless ages roll.

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Words: Fanny Crosby, 1899.

Redemption ~ Hymn

 

Redemption

O wonderful words of the Gospel!
O wonderful message they bring,
Proclaiming a blessèd redemption
Thro’ Jesus, our Savior and king.

Refrain

Believe, oh, believe, in His mercy
That flows like a fountain so free;
Believe, and receive the redemption
He offers to you and to me.

He came from the throne of His glory,
And left the bright mansions above,
The world to redeem from its bondage;
So great His compassion and love.

Refrain

O come to this wonderful Savior,
Come, weary and sorrow oppressed;
Behold on the cross how He suffered,
That you in His kingdom might rest.

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There’s no other refuge but Jesus,
No shelter where lost ones may fly;
And now, while He’s tenderly calling:
O turn ye, for why will ye die?

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Words: Fanny Crosby, 1887.

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.

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