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I Believe in God the Father ~ Hymn

 

I Believe in God the Father

I believe in God the Fa­ther,
Who cre­at­ed Heav’n and earth;
Made the stars to shine so bright­ly,
Gave each liv­ing thing its birth.
I be­lieve in God the Fa­ther,
And in Je­sus Christ His Son,
Who was cru­ci­fied on Cal­v’ry
For the sins that all have done.

I be­lieve He died, was bur­ied,
Rose again, no more to die;
And as­cend­ing to His Fa­ther,
Took His seat with Him on high.
I be­lieve in God the Spir­it,
Sent to us from Heav’n above,
And the Church our bless­èd Sav­ior
Hath re­deemed by His great love.

I be­lieve in His for­give­ness,
And His won­drous pow­er to save;
In a glo­ri­ous re­sur­rect­ion,
And a life be­yond the grave.
I be­lieve in God the Fa­ther,
I be­lieve in God the Son,
And in God the Ho­ly Spir­it,
Everlasting Three in One.

Words: Fanny Crosby, 1892.

The Promised Land ~ Hymn

The Promised Land

Far from these narrow scenes of night
Unbounded glories rise,
And realms of infinite delight
Unknown to mortal eyes.

Far distant land—could mortal eyes
But half its joys explore,
How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more!

There pain and sickness never come,
And grief no more complains!
Health triumphs in immortal bloom,
And endless pleasure reigns!

From discord free and war’s alarms,
And want and pining care,
Plenty and peace unite their charms,
And smile unchanging there.

There rich varieties of joy,
Continual feast the mind;
Pleasures which fill, but never cloy,
Immortal and refined!

No factious strife, no envy there,
The sons of peace molest,
But harmony and love sincere,
Fill every happy breast.

No cloud those blissful regions know,
For ever bright and fair!
For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

There no alternate night is known,
Nor sun’s faint sickly ray;
But glory from the sacred throne
Spreads everlasting day.

That glorious Monarch there displays
His beams of wondrous grace;
His happy subjects sing His praise,
And bow before His face.

O may the heavenly prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love,
Till wings of faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above.

Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,
For Thy bright courts on high;
Then bid our spirits rise and join
The chorus of the sky.

Words: Anne Steele, 1760.

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.

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.

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.

Lo! He Comes With Clouds Descending

Lo! He Comes With Clouds Descending

Lo! He comes with clouds des­cend­ing,
Once for fa­vored sin­ners slain;
Thousand, thou­sand saints at­tend­ing,
Swell the tri­umph of His train:
Hallelujah! Hal­le­lujah! Hal­le­lu­jah!
God ap­pears on earth to reign.

Every eye shall now be­hold Him
Robed in dread­ful ma­jes­ty;
Those who set at naught and sold Him,
Pierced and nailed Him to the tree,
Deeply wail­ing, deep­ly wail­ing, deep­ly wail­ing,
Shall the true Mes­si­ah see.

Every is­land, sea, and mount­ain,
Heav’n and earth, shall flee away;
All who hate Him must, con­found­ed,
Hear the trump pro­claim the day:
Come to judg­ment! Come to judg­ment!
Come to judg­ment! Come to judg­ment!
Come away!

Now redemp­tion, long ex­pect­ed,
See in so­lemn pomp ap­pear;
All His saints, by man re­ject­ed,
Now shall meet Him in the air:
Hallelujah! Hal­le­lu­jah! Hal­le­lu­jah!
See the day of God ap­pear!

Answer Thine own bride and Spir­it,
Hasten, Lord, the ge­ne­ral doom!
The new Heav’n and earth t’in­her­it,
Take Thy pin­ing ex­iles home:
All cre­ation, all cre­ation, all cre­ation,
Travails! groans! and bids Thee come!

The dear to­kens of His pas­sion
Still His daz­zling bo­dy bears;
Cause of end­less ex­ul­ta­tion
To His ran­somed wor­ship­ers;
With what rap­ture, with what rap­ture,
With what rap­ture
Gaze we on those glo­ri­ous scars!

Yea, Amen! let all adore Thee,
High on Thine eter­nal throne;
Savior, take the pow­er and glo­ry,
Claim the king­dom for Thine own;
O come quick­ly! O come quick­ly!
O come quick­ly!
Everlasting God, come down!

Charles Wesley

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.

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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!

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

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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.

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

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

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Words: Edward Caswall, 1851.