Tag Archives: Sunday Hymn

Let Everlasting Glories Crown ~ Hymn

Let Everlasting Glories Crown

Let ev­er­last­ing glo­ries crown
Thy head, my Sav­ior and my Lord;
Thy hands have brought sal­va­tion down,
And writ the bless­ings in Thy Word.

What if we trace the globe around,
And search from Bri­tain to Ja­pan,
There shall be no re­li­gion found
So just to God, so safe for man.

In vain the tremb­ling con­sci­ence seeks
Some so­lid ground to rest up­on;
With long des­pair the spir­it breaks,
Till we ap­ply to Christ alone.

How well Thy bless­èd truths agree!
How wise and ho­ly Thy com­mands!
Thy pro­mis­es, how firm they be!
How firm our hope and com­fort stands!

Not the feigned fields of heathen­ish bliss
Could raise such plea­sures in the mind;
Nor does the Turk­ish pa­ra­dise
Pretend to joys so well re­fined.

Should all the forms that men de­vise
Assault my faith with trea­cher­ous art,
I’d call them van­ity and lies,
And bind the Gos­pel to my heart.

Words: Isaac Watts, 1707.

Leaning on the Everlasting Arms ~ Hymn

Leaning on the Everlasting Arms

What a fel­low­ship, what a joy di­vine,
Leaning on the ev­er­last­ing arms;
What a bless­ed­ness,
What a peace is mine,
Leaning on the ev­er­last­ing arms.

Refrain

Leaning, lean­ing,
Safe and se­cure from all alarms;
Leaning, lean­ing,
Leaning on the ev­er­last­ing arms.

O how sweet to walk in this pil­grim way,
Leaning on the ev­er­last­ing arms;
O how bright the path
Grows from day to day,
Leaning on the ev­er­last­ing arms.

Refrain

What have I to dread? What have I to fear?
Leaning on the ev­er­last­ing arms;
I have bless­èd peace
With my Lord so near,
Leaning on the ev­er­last­ing arms.

Refrain

Words: Elisha A. Hoffman, 1887.

The Law Commands and Makes Us Know ~ Hymn

The Law Commands and Makes Us Know

The Law com­mands and makes us know
What du­ties to our God we owe;
But ’tis the Gos­pel must re­veal
Where lies our strength to do His will.

The Law dis­co­vers guilt and sin
And shows how vile our hearts have been;
The Gos­pel on­ly can ex­press
Forgiving love and cleans­ing grace.

What curs­es doth the Law de­nounce
Against the man that fails but once!
But in the Gos­pel Christ ap­pears,
Pardoning the guilt of nu­mer­ous years.

My soul, no more at­tempt to draw
Thy life and com­fort from the Law.
Fly to the hope the Gos­pel gives;
The man that trusts the pro­mise lives.

Words: Isaac Watts, 1709.

The Only Son from Heaven ~ Hymn

The Only Son from Heaven

The on­ly Son from Heav­en,
Foretold by an­cient seers,
By God, the Fa­ther, giv­en,
In hu­man shape ap­pears;
No sphere His light con­fin­ing,
No star so bright­ly shin­ing
As He, our morn­ing star.

O time of God ap­point­ed,
O bright and ho­ly morn!
He comes, the King anoint­ed,
The Christ, the vir­gin born;
His home on earth He mak­eth,
And man of Heav­en par­tak­eth,
Of life again an heir.

O Lord, our hearts awak­en
To know and love Thee more,
In faith to stand un­shak­en,
In spir­it to adore,
That we still heav­en­ward hast­ing,
Yet here Thy joy fore­tast­ing,
May reap its full­ness there.

Words: Elizabeth Cruciger, 1524.

Lord, Dismiss Us with Thy Blessing ~ Hymn

Lord, Dismiss Us with Thy Blessing

Lord, dis­miss us with Thy bless­ing,
Thanks for mer­cies past re­ceive;
Pardon all, their faults con­fess­ing;
Time that’s lost may all re­trieve;
May Thy child­ren
Ne’er again Thy Spir­it grieve.

Bless Thou all our days of lei­sure;
Help us self­ish lures to flee;
Sanctify our ev­ery plea­sure;
Pure and blame­less may it be;
May our glad­ness
Draw us ev­er­more to Thee.

By Thy kind­ly in­flu­ence cher­ish
All the good we here have gained;
May all taint of ev­il per­ish
By Thy migh­ti­er pow­er re­strained;
Seek we ev­er
Knowledge pure and love un­feigned.

Let Thy fa­ther-hand be shield­ing
All who here shall meet no more;
May their seed-time past be yield­ing
Year by year a rich­er store;
Those re­turn­ing,
Make more faith­ful than be­fore.

Words: Henry J. Buckoll, 1850.

Blest is the Man, Forever Blest ~ Hymn

Blest is the Man, Forever Blest

Blest is the man, for­ev­er blest,
Whose guilt is par­doned by his God;
Whose sins with sor­row are con­fessed,
And co­vered with his Sav­ior’s blood.

Blest is the man to whom the Lord
Imputes not his ini­qui­ties;
He pleads no mer­it of re­ward,
And not on works, but grace re­lies.

From guile his heart and lips are free;
His hum­ble joy, his ho­ly fear,
With deep re­pent­ance well agree,
And join to prove his faith sin­cere.

How glo­ri­ous is that right­eous­ness
That hides and can­cels all his sins!
While a bright evi­dence of grace
Through his whole life ap­pears and shines.

Words: Isaac Watts, 1719.

Certainly I Will Be With Thee ~ Hymn

 

Certainly I Will Be With Thee

Certainly I will be with thee!
Father, I have found it true;
To Thy faith­ful­ness and mer­cy,
I would set my seal anew.
All the year Thy grace hath kept me,
Thou my help in­deed hast been,
Marvelous the lov­ing­kind­ness
Every day and hour hath seen.

Certainly I will be with thee!
Let me feel it, Sav­ior dear,
Let me know that Thou art with me,
Very pre­cious, ve­ry near.
On this day of so­lemn paus­ing
With Thy­self all long­ing still,
Let Thy par­don, let Thy pre­sence,
Let Thy peace my spir­it fill.

Certainly I will be with thee!
Blessèd Spir­it, come to me,
Rest up­on me, dwell with­in me,
Let my heart Thy tem­ple be;
Thro’ the track­less year be­fore me,
Holy One, with me abide!
Teach me, com­fort me, and calm me,
Be my ev­er pre­sent guide.

Certainly I will be with thee!
Starry pro­mise in the night!
All un­cer­tain­ties, like sha­dows,
Fade away be­fore its light.
Certainly I will be with thee!
He hath spok­en, I have heard!
True of old, and true this mo­ment,
I will trust Je­ho­vah’s word.

Words: Frances R. Havergal, 1871.

Jesus! ~ Hymn

Jesus!

Who took my bur­dens all away?
Jesus, Je­sus.
Who turned my dark­ness in­to day?
Jesus, Je­sus.

Refrain

Jesus! Je­sus! On­ly Je­sus!
Jesus! Je­sus! On­ly Je­sus!

Who bore my grief up­on the tree?
Jesus, Je­sus.
When sor­rows come, who cares for me?
Jesus, Je­sus.

Refrain

Who bears my sick­ness and my sin?
Jesus, Je­sus.
Who gives me peace and joy with­in?
Jesus, Je­sus.

Refrain

Who pleads for me with ten­der love?
Jesus, Je­sus.
Who’ll take me to His home above?
Jesus, Je­sus.

Refrain

Who’s com­ing back to wel­come me?
Jesus, Je­sus.
Then in whose like­ness shall I be?
Jesus, Je­sus.

Refrain

Words and Music: Lemuel C. Hall.

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