Tag Archives: Sunday Hymn

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.

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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.

Lord Jesus Christ, All Praise to Thee ~ Hymn

Lord Jesus Christ, All Praise to Thee

Lord Je­sus Christ, all praise to Thee,
That Thou wast pleased a man to be;
Our low es­tate Thou didst not scorn;
And an­gels sang to see Thee born.

The hea­ven­ly Fa­ther’s on­ly Son,
He left His right­ful glo­ri­ous throne;
The Lord through whom the worlds were made
Is in the hum­ble man­ger laid.

The bright­ness of the light di­vine
Doth now into our dark­ness shine;
It breaks up­on sin’s gloo­my night
And makes us child­ren of the light.

The Fat­her’s Son, for ev­er blest,
Becomes in His own world a guest,
To lead us from this vale of strife
Into the ev­er­last­ing life.

Words: Martin Luther, 1523.

Sweetly the Holy Hymn

Sweetly the Holy Hymn

Sweetly the ho­ly hymn
Breaks on the morn­ing air;
Before the world with smoke is dim
We meet to of­fer pray­er.

While flow­ers are wet with dews,
Dew of our souls, des­cend:
Ere yet the sun the day re­news,
O Lord, Thy Spir­it send.

Upon the bat­tle­field,
Before the fight be­gins,
We seek, O Lord, Thy shel­ter­ing shield,
To guard us from our sins.

Ere yet our ves­sel sails
Upon the stream of day
We plead, O Lord, for hea­v’n­ly gales
To speed us on our way!

On the lone mount­ain side,
Before the morn­ing’s light,
The Man of sor­rows wept and cried,
And rose re­freshed with might.

Oh, hear us then, for we
Are ve­ry weak and frail,
We make the Sav­ior’s name our plea,
And sure­ly must pre­vail.

Words: Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.