Tag Archives: Sunday Hymn

May Faith Has Found A Resting Place ~ Hymn

My Faith Has Found A Resting Place

My faith has found a resting place,
Not in device or creed;
I trust the ever living One,
His wounds for me shall plead.

I need no other argument,
I need no other plea,
It is enough that Jesus died,
And that He died for me.

Enough for me that Jesus saves,
This ends my fear and doubt;
A sinful soul I come to Him,
He’ll never cast me out.

I need no other argument,
I need no other plea,
It is enough that Jesus died,
And that He died for me.

My heart is leaning on the Word,
The living Word of God,
Salvation by my Savior’s name,
Salvation through His blood.

I need no other argument,
I need no other plea,
It is enough that Jesus died,
And that He died for me.

My great physician heals the sick,
The lost He came to save;
For me His precious blood He shed,
For me His life He gave.

I need no other argument,
I need no other plea,
It is enough that Jesus died,
And that He died for me.

Words: Eliza Hewitt

Sometimes a Light Surprises ~ Hymn

Sometimes a Light Surprises

Sometimes a light sur­pris­es
The Christ­ian while he sings;
It is the Lord, who ris­es
With heal­ing in His wings:
When com­forts are de­clin­ing,
He grants the soul again
A sea­son of clear shin­ing,
To cheer it af­ter rain.

In ho­ly con­tem­pla­tion
We sweet­ly then pur­sue
The theme of God’s sal­va­tion,
And find it ev­er new.
Set free from pre­sent sor­row,
We cheer­ful­ly can say,
Let the un­known to­mor­row
Bring with it what it may.

It can bring with it no­thing
But He will bear us through;
Who gives the lil­ies cloth­ing
Will clothe His peo­ple, too;
Beneath the spread­ing hea­vens,
No crea­ture but is fed;
And He who feeds the rav­ens
Will give His child­ren bread.

Though vine nor fig tree nei­ther
Their wont­ed fruit should bear,
Though all the field should wi­ther,
Nor flocks nor herds be there;
Yet God the same ab­id­ing,
His praise shall tune my voice,
For while in Him con­fid­ing,
I can­not but re­joice.

Words: William Cowper, 1779.

Father of Omnipresent Grace!

Father of Omnipresent Grace!

Father of om­ni­pre­sent grace!
We seem agreed to seek Thy face;
But ev­ery soul as­sem­bled here
Doth nak­ed in Thy sight ap­pear:
Thou know’st who on­ly bows the knee,
And who in heart ap­proach­es Thee.

Thy Spir­it hath the dif­fer­ence made
Betwixt the liv­ing and the dead;
Thou now dost into some in­spire
The pure, be­ne­vo­lent de­sire:
O that e’en now Thy pow­er­ful call
May quick­en and con­vert us all.

The sin­ners sud­den­ly con­vince,
O’erwhelmed be­neath their load of sins;
Today, while it is called to­day,
Awake, and stir them up to pray,
Their dire cap­tiv­ity to own,
And from the ir­on fur­nace groan.

Then, then, ac­know­ledge, and set free
The peo­ple bought, O Lord, by Thee!
The sheep for whom their Shep­herd bled,
For whom we in Thy Spir­it plead:
Let all in Thee re­demp­tion find,
And not a soul be left be­hind.

Words: Charles Wesley, 1767.

Read to Me the Blessed Bible ~ Hymn

Read to Me the Blessed Bible

Read to me the blessèd Bible,
On its sacred pages shine
Grace and truth and tender mercy,
And a Savior’s love divine.

Refrain

Read the Bible,
Now the lamp of life burns low,
These will cheer me,
When the agèd feet move slow.

’Tis a fount of living water,
Where the soul its thirst may slake,
Bread of life it freely offers,
Unto all who will partake.

Refrain

Read to me the blessèd Bible,
Read it carefully and slow,
’Tis a refuge and a shelter,
From the stormy winds that blow.

Refrain

It is comfort for the troubled,
To the lonely ’tis a guest,
For the penitent, ’tis pardon,
To the weary it is rest.

Refrain

When you read about the City,
Whose fair day ne’er ends with night,
Death is not the king of terrors,
But a messenger of light.

Refrain

Words: Mary I. McClean, 1894

Blessed Bible ~ Hymn

Blessed Bible

Blessèd Bi­ble, Book of Gold,
Precious truths thy pag­es hold,
Truths to lead me day by day
All along my pil­grim way.

Refrain

Blessèd Bi­ble, pure and true,
Guide me all my jour­ney through;
Heav’nly light with­in me shine,
Help me make thy pre­cepts mine!

Lamp of faith, my feet to lead,
Bread of Heav’n, my soul to feed;
Living wa­ters pure and free,
Book of books thou art to me.

Refrain

Word of God, thy love im­part,
Fire my zeal, and cleanse my heart;
Keep me ear­nest, keep me true,
Ev’ry day my strength re­new.

Refrain

Words: Fanny Crosby, 1898.

Hour by Hour ~ Hymn

Hour by Hour

Hour by hour we trust in Je­sus,
Hour by hour for strength we pray;
Hour by hour the sands are drop­ping
From the glass of time away.

Refrain

We are goi­ng home where the pure and blest
In per­fect peace with Je­sus
Free from care shall rest;
Then let us go on with a hap­py, hap­py song,
Then let us go on with a hap­py, hap­py song;
O soon we’ll rest on yon­der shore,
Rest for­ev­er­more.

Hour by hour we hear a warn­ing
From the spir­it-voice with­in;
Hour by hour we meet the tempt­er,
Hour by hour we fall or win.

Refrain

Hour by hour we jour­ney on­ward,
Hour by hour we stem the tide;
Hour by hour we miss the dear ones,
Anchored on the oth­er side.

Refrain

Hour by hour the heart grows fain­ter,
Hour by hour the sun­light dies;
Hour by hour we near the por­tals
Of our home be­yond the skies.

Refrain

Words: Fanny Crosby, 1905.

He Saves Me Through and Through ~ Hymn

He Saves Me Through and Through

The blood that Je­sus shed for me
When groan­ing, dy­ing on the tree,
From all trans­gress­ion cleans­eth me,
And saves me through and through.

Refrain

Saved, saved, yes, I am saved,
My heart is cre­at­ed anew;
The blood of Je­sus cleans­eth me,
And saves me through and through.

In per­fect trust I now re­sign
My all to Him whose will is mine;
He fills my soul with love di­vine,
And saves me through and through.

Refrain

No an­gel tongue such praise can bring,
Nor learn the song that now I sing
To Him, my pro­phet, priest and king,
Who saves me through and through.

Refrain

I know not what my joy will be,
When face to face my Lord I see,
But this I know, He cleans­eth me,
And saves me through and through.

Refrain

Words: Fanny Crosby, 1885

Meet Me There ~ Hymn

Meet Me There 

On the happy, gold­en shore,
Where the faith­ful part no more,
When the storms of life are ov­er,
Meet me there;
Where the night dis­solves away
Into pure and per­fect day,
I am go­ing home to stay—meet me there.

Refrain

Meet me there, meet me there,
Where the tree of life is bloom­ing,
Meet me there;
When the storms of life are o’er,
On the hap­py gold­en shore,
Where the faith­ful part no more,
Meet me there.

Here our fond­est hopes are vain,
Dearest links are rent in twain,
But in Heav’n no throb of pain—
Meet me there;
By the river spark­ling bright
In the city of de­light,
Where our faith is lost in sight,
Meet me there.

Refrain

Where the harps of an­gels ring,
And the blest for­ev­er sing,
In the pal­ace of the King,
Meet me there;
Where in sweet com­mun­ion blend
Heart with heart and friend with friend,
In a world that ne’er shall end,
Meet me there.

Refrain

Words: Fanny Crosby, 1885.

The Gospel Call ~ Hymn

The Gospel Call

Wake! and hear the Gos­pel trum­pet,
With a loud and ear­nest call,
Sounding forth the joy­ful tid­ings;
Full sal­va­tion free to all.

Refrain

Swell the song, pro­claim the sto­ry,
Let the joy­ful echo ring;
Jesus died the world to ran­som,
Jesus lives, our priest and king.

Wake! and hear the Gos­pel, tell­ing
What re­deem­ing grace has done;
To a feast of love and mer­cy,
Jesus wel­comes ev­ery one.

Refrain

Wake! and hear the Gos­pel man­date,
Fight against the host of sin;
Join the ranks that now are march­ing,
Precious souls for Christ to win.

Refrain

Wake! and hear the Gos­pel pro­mise,
Unto those that faith­ful prove,
I will give them life eter­nal,
They shall dwell with Me in love.

Refrain

Words: Fanny Crosby, 1888.

The Will of God is Always Best ~ Hymn

The Will of God is Always Best

The will of God is al­ways best
And shall be done for­ev­er;
And they who trust in Him are blest,
He will for­sake them nev­er.
He helps in­deed in time of need
He chast­ens with for­bear­ing;
They who de­pend on God, their friend,
Shall not be left des­pair­ing.

God is my com­fort and my trust,
My hope and life ab­id­ing;
And to His coun­sel, wise and just,
I yield, in Him con­fid­ing.
The ve­ry hairs, His Word de­clares,
Upon my head He num­bers.
By night and day God is my stay,
He nev­er sleeps nor slum­bers.

Lord Je­sus, this I ask of Thee,
Deny me not this fa­vor;
When Sa­tan sore­ly trou­bles me,
Then do not let me wa­ver.
Keep watch and ward, O gra­cious Lord,
Fulfill Thy faith­ful say­ing:
Who doth be­lieve He shall re­ceive
An an­swer to his pray­ing.

When life’s brief course on earth is run
And I this world am leav­ing,
Grant me to say, Thy will be done,
By faith to Thee still cleav­ing.
My heav’n­ly friend, I now com­mend
My soul in­to Thy keep­ing,
O’er sin and hell, and death as well,
Thro’ Thee the vic­t’ry reap­ing.

Words: Albrecht V0n Brandenburg, circa 1554.