Tag Archives: Sunday Hymn

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

The Head That Once Was Crowned ~ Hymn

The Head That Once Was Crowned

The head that once was crowned with thorns
Is crowned with glo­ry now;
A royal di­adem adorns
The migh­ty vic­tor’s brow.

The high­est place that Heav’n af­fords
Belongs to Him by right;
The King of kings and Lord of lords,
And Hea­ven’s eter­nal Light.

The joy of all who dwell above,
The joy of all be­low,
To whom He ma­ni­fests His love,
And grants His name to know.

To them the cross with all its shame,
With all its grace, is giv’n;
Their name an ev­er­last­ing name,
Their joy the joy of Heav’n.

They suf­fer with their Lord be­low;
They reign with Him above;
Their pro­fit and their joy to know
The mys­te­ry of His love.

The cross He bore is life and health,
Though shame and death to Him,
His peo­ple’s hope, His peo­ple’s wealth,
Their ev­er­last­ing theme.

Words: Thomas Kelly

Seeking for Me ~ Hymn

Seeking for Me

Once I was bound, but Je­sus re­leased me;
Once I was blind, but now I can see.
Over the mount­ains lone­ly I wan­dered,
Jesus, my friend, came seek­ing for me.

Refrain

Seeking for me, came seek­ing for me,
Jesus, my friend, came seek­ing for me;
Over the mount­ains lone­ly I wan­dered;
Jesus, my friend, came seek­ing for me.

Weeping, I longed for grace and for par­don,
Prayed from my load of sin to be free.
Then, as I cried in help­less con­tri­tion,
Jesus, my friend, came seek­ing for me.

Refrain

Filled with the joy of pre­sent sal­va­tion,
Washed in the blood once shed on the tree,
This be my song thro’ ag­es eter­nal:
Jesus, my friend, came seek­ing for me.

Refrain

Oh, for the harp of ser­aph to praise Him,
Oh, for the tongue of an­gel to sing.
Glory to Je­sus! I will ad­ore Him,
I am adopt­ed, child of a king.

Refrain

We Three Kings ~ Hymn

We Three Kings

We three kings of Or­ient are;
Bearing gifts we tra­verse afar,
Field and fount­ain, moor and mount­ain,
Following yon­der star.

Refrain

O star of won­der, star of light,
Star with roy­al beau­ty bright,
Westward lead­ing, still pro­ceed­ing,
Guide us to thy per­fect light.

Born a king on Beth­le­hem’s plain
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King for­ev­er, ceas­ing ne­ver,
Over us all to reign.

Refrain

Frankincense to of­fer have I;
Incense owns a de­ity nigh;
Prayer and prais­ing, voic­es rais­ing,
Worshiping God on high.

Refrain

Myrrh is mine, its bit­ter per­fume
Breathes a life of ga­ther­ing gloom;
Sorrowing, sigh­ing, bleed­ing, dy­ing,
Sealed in the stone cold tomb.

Refrain

Glorious now beh­old Him arise;
King and God and sac­ri­fice;
Alleluia, Al­le­lu­ia,
Sounds through the earth and skies.

O star of won­der, star of light,
Star with roy­al beau­ty bright,
Westward lead­ing, still pro­ceed­ing,
Guide us to thy per­fect light.

 

Love Divine, All Loves Excelling ~ Hymn

Love Divine, All Loves Excelling

Love di­vine, all loves ex­cel­ling,
Joy of Heav’n to earth come down;
Fix in us thy hum­ble dwell­ing;
All thy faith­ful mer­cies crown!
Jesus, Thou art all com­pas­sion,
Pure un­bound­ed love Thou art;
Visit us with Thy sal­va­tion;
Enter ev­ery trem­bling heart.

Breathe, O breathe Thy lov­ing Spir­it,
Into ev­ery trou­bled breast!
Let us all in Thee in­her­it;
Let us find that se­cond rest.
Take away our bent to sin­ning;
Alpha and Ome­ga be;
End of faith, as its be­gin­ning,
Set our hearts at li­ber­ty.

Come, Al­migh­ty to de­liv­er,
Let us all Thy life re­ceive;
Suddenly re­turn and ne­ver,
Never more Thy tem­ples leave.
Thee we would be al­ways bless­ing,
Serve Thee as Thy hosts above,
Pray and praise Thee with­out ceas­ing,
Glory in Thy per­fect love.

Finish, then, Thy new cre­ation;
Pure and spot­less let us be.
Let us see Thy great sal­va­tion
Perfectly re­stored in Thee;
Changed from glo­ry in­to glo­ry,
Till in Heav’n we take our place,
Till we cast our crowns be­fore Thee,
Lost in won­der, love, and praise.

Words: Charles Wesley, 1747.

Seeking for Me ~ Hymn

Seeking for Me

Jesus, my Sav­ior, to Beth­le­hem came,
Laid in a man­ger to sor­row and shame;
Oh, it was won­der­ful, blest be His name,
Seeking for me, for me:
Seeking for me, seek­ing for me,
Seeking for me, seek­ing for me,
Oh, it was won­der­ful, blest be His name,
Seeking for me, for me.

Jesus, my Sav­ior, on Cal­va­ry’s tree,
Paid the great debt and my soul He set free;
Oh, it was won­der­ful—how could it be?
Dying for me, for me!
Dying for me, dy­ing for me,
Dying for me, dy­ing for me,
Oh, it was won­der­ful—how could it be?
Dying for me, for me.

Jesus, my Sav­ior, in mer­cy and love,
Came from the man­sions of Hea­ven above,
Tenderly plead­ing with sin­ners like me,
Pleading for me, for me:
Pleading for me, plead­ing for me,
Pleading for me, plead­ing for me,
Tenderly plead­ing for sin­ners like me,
Pleading for me, for me.

Jesus, my Sav­ior, the same as of old,
While I did wan­der afar from the fold,
Gently and long He hath pled with my soul,
Calling for me, for me:
Calling for me, call­ing for me,
Calling for me, call­ing for me,
Gently and long He hath pled with my soul,
Calling for me, for me.

Jesus, my Sav­ior, will come from on high,
Sweet is the pro­mise as wea­ry years fly;
Oh, I shall see Him des­cend­ing the sky,
Coming for me, for me:
Coming for me, com­ing for me,
Coming for me, com­ing for me,
Oh, I shall see Him des­cend­ing the sky,
Coming for me, for me.

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).