179. "Almost persuaded," now to believe

179. "Almost persuaded," now to believe

72. Fainting in the desert 121. Lord, may Thy blood now cleanse me  THE WORK 63. God's servants must now proclaim 184. Christians, make haste, your mission high fulfilling  GENERAL 16. On that same night, Lord Jesus 93. Break Thou the Bread of Life 99. Around Thy grave, Lord Jesus 133. Once more, before we part 157. For the bread and for the wine 163. Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face 171. Why grasp riches, harbor worry?  PRAISE OF THE SUCKLINGS 110. As young ones we to Jesus come  TRUMPET OF THE GOSPEL 134. I hear the Savior say 135. Just as I am, without one plea 136. I hear Thy welcome voice 137. Working will not save me 162. Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched 166. Jesus waits for you, hoping you will come 167. "Whosoever heareth!" shout, shout the sound! 168. Oh, what a Savior that He died for me! 169. Eternity! Eternity! 172. Do come to Jesus now 179. "Almost persuaded," now to believe

HYMN NO. 1 8.7.8.7. (Hymns, #182) Jesus, Thou alone art worthy Ceaseless praises to receive; For Thy love and grace and goodness Rise o'er all our thoughts conceive.

With adoring heart, we render

Honor to Thy precious name, Overflowing with Thy mercies, Far and wide Thy worth proclaim.

Praise Him! praise Him! praise the Savior! Saints, aloud your voices raise, Praise Him! praise Him! till in glory Perfected we'll sing His praise. HYMN NO. 2 8.6.8.6. (Hymns, #297)

"No condemnation!" precious word! Consider it, my soul! Thy sins were all on Jesus laid, His stripes have made thee whole.

In God's own presence now for us The Savior doth appear; The saints, as jewels on His heart, Jesus doth ever bear.

"No condemnation!" O my soul, 'Tis God that speaks the word; Perfect in comeliness art thou In Christ, the risen Lord.

Teach me, O God, to fix mine eyes On Christ, the spotless Lamb, So shall I love Thy precious will, And glorify His name. HYMN NO. 3 8.7.8.7.8.7. Unto Him who loves us ever, Pities us and grants us grace, Shed His blood for our redemption Sacrificing in our place—

May the power, glory, kingdom Be eternally His place. HYMN NO. 4 8.8.8.8. (Hymns, #37) O God! we see Thee in the Lamb To be our hope, our joy, our rest; The glories that compose Thy name Standing engaged to make us blest.

Thou great and good! Thou just and wise!

Hail! as our Father and our God! For we are Thine by sacred ties, Thy sons and daughters—bought with blood.

Then, Oh! to us this grace afford, That far from Thee we ne'er may move; Our guard—the presence of the Lord; Our joy—Thy perfect present love.

This gives us ever to rejoice, Turning to light our darkest days; And lifts on high each feeble voice, While we have breath to pray or praise.

HYMN NO. 5 8.6.8.6. (Hymns, #71) Jesus! how much Thy name unfolds To ev'ry opened ear; The pardoned sinner's mem'ry holds None other half so dear.

Thy name encircles every grace That God as man could show; There only could He fully trace A life divine below.

Jesus—it speaks a life of love, Of sorrows meekly borne; It tells of sympathy above, Whatever makes us mourn.

Jesus, the One who knew no sin, Made sin to make us just; Thou gav'st Thyself our love to win, Our full confiding trust.

The mention of Thy name shall bow Our hearts to worship Thee; The chiefest of ten thousand Thou, Whose love has set us free.

HYMN NO. 6 8.7.8.7.D. God has made Thee our Passover, Thou the Lamb for sinners slain; Thou in wondrous love and mercy For our guilt didst taste death's pain. By Thy blood-red fount for cleansing, Gone are sins that shamed, reviled; Heaven's gate of grace is opened,

We to God are reconciled.

Hail, Thou Jesus! Heaven's Sovereign! Thine the glory, Thine the praise! Heav'n and earth all come before Thee, Sitting by the Father's gaze. Thou art worthy, yes, Thou alone, Praise and worship receiving, We'll continually exalt Thee, 'Tis our worthy servicing. HYMN NO. 7

8.6.8.6. (Hymns, #183) Come, let us join our cheerful songs, And thus approach the throne; Had we ten thousand thousand tongues, Our theme of joy's but one:

"Worthy the Lamb that's gone on high, To be exalted thus!" "Worthy the Lamb that died!" we cry, "For He was slain for us."

Jesus is worthy to receive Honor and pow'r divine; And blessings more than we can give Be, Lord, forever Thine.

Soon shall the saints, exalted high, A glorious anthem raise, And all that dwell beneath the sky Speak forth Thine endless praise.

Redeemed creation join in one, T'adore the sacred name Of Him that sits upon the throne, And to exalt the Lamb. HYMN NO. 8 8.7.8.7.D. Jesus Christ became my Savior, To this suff'rer's need He came, Sacrificed, redemption bringing; Grace has washed away my shame. By His death's eternal merit Many blessings now I own; Thousand times ten thousand honors Unto Jesus' name alone.

HYMN NO. 9 8.7.8.7.7.7. (Hymns, #144) Lord of glory, we adore Thee! Christ of God, ascended high! Heart and soul we bow before Thee, Glorious now beyond the sky: Thee we worship, Thee we praise— Excellent in all Thy ways.

Anointed King, with glory crownèd, Rightful Heir and Lord of all!

Once rejected, scorned, disownèd, E'en by those Thou cam'st to call: Thee we honor, Thee adore— Glorious now and evermore.

Lord of life! to death once subject; Blesser, yet a curse once made; Of Thy Father's heart the object, Yet in depths of anguish laid; Thee we gaze on, Thee recall— Bearing here our sorrows all.

Royal robes shall soon invest Thee, Royal splendors crown Thy brow;

Christ of God, our souls confess Thee King and Sov'reign even now! Thee we rev'rence, Thee obey— Own Thee Lord and Christ alway. HYMN NO. 10 8.6.8.6. (Hymns, #38) Of all the gifts Thy love bestows, Thou Giver of all good! E'en heav'n itself no richer knows Than Jesus and His blood.

Faith, too, that trusts in Him through grace, From that same love we gain; Else, sweetly as it suits our case, The gift had been in vain.

We praise Thee, and would praise Thee more, To Thee our all we owe: The precious Savior, and the power That makes Him precious too. HYMN NO. 11 6.6.6.6.8.8. (Hymns, #29) What was it, blessed God, Led Thee to give Thy Son, To yield Thy Well-beloved For us by sin undone? 'Twas love unbounded led Thee thus, To give Thy Well-beloved for us.

What led Thy Son, O God, To leave Thy throne on high, To shed His precious blood, To suffer and to die? 'Twas love—unbounded love to us

Led Him to die and suffer thus.

What moved Thee to impart Thy Spirit from above, Therewith to fill our heart With heavenly peace and love? 'Twas love—unbounded love to us Moved Thee to give Thy Spirit thus.

What love to Thee we owe, Our God, for all Thy grace! Our hearts may well o'erflow

In everlasting praise! Make us, O God, to praise Thee thus For all Thy boundless love to us. HYMN NO. 12 6.6.6.6.8.8. (Hymns, #105) Himself He could not save, He on the cross must die, Or mercy could not come To ruined sinners nigh; Yes, Christ, the Son of God, must bleed, That sinners might from sin be freed.

Himself He could not save, For justice must be done; Our sins' full weight must fall Upon the sinless One; For nothing less can God accept In payment of that fearful debt.

Himself He could not save, For He the Surety stood For all who now rely Upon His precious blood; He bore the penalty of guilt When on the cross His blood was spilt.

Himself He could not save, What wondrous love is this! In love Himself He gave, There ne'er was love like His! Such love should melt a heart of stone, Till praise flows forth to Him alone! HYMN NO. 13 8.6.8.6. (Hymns, #31)

All that we were—our sin, our guilt, Our death—was all our own: All that we are we owe to Thee, Thou God of grace alone.

Thy mercy found us in our sins, And gave us to believe; Then, in believing, peace we found, And in Thy Christ we live.

All that we are, as saints on earth, All that we hope to be, When Jesus comes and glory dawns, We owe it all to Thee.

O God, how rich, how vast Thy love, Whoe'er can Thee repay? Thy love is past man's finding out, Thy grace no man can say.

But Lord, to me I pray Thee grant, More clearly may I see, That I may e'er more fully know How much I owe to Thee.

But if man's heart should e'er suppose He could repay Thy love, It only means he nothing knows Of love, all loves above.

So may we never bargains make With that dear love of Thine: The love that made Thine heart once break, Whoe'er that love could win?

Then nevermore suggest return, His love is far too high;

But let our hearts with rapture burn That He for us should die.

O Father God, we owe Thee all! All that we are and have! With grateful thanks before Thee fall, 'Tis all that we can give. HYMN NO. 14 8.6.8.6. (Hymns, #153) O blessèd Savior, is Thy love

So great! so full! so free! Fain would we have our thoughts, our hearts, Our lives, engaged with Thee.

We love Thee for the glorious worth Which in Thyself we see; We love Thee for that shameful cross, Endured so patiently.

No man of greater love can boast Than for his friend to die; Thou for Thine enemies wast slain! What love with Thine can vie?

Though in the very form of God, With heav'nly glory crowned, Thou didst a servant's form assume, Beset with sorrow round.

Thou wouldst like wretched man be made In everything but sin, That we as like Thee might become As we unlike had been:

Like Thee in strength, in meekness, love, In life in ev'ry phase;

From glory into glory changed, Till we behold Thy face.

O Lord, we treasure in our hearts The mem'ry of Thy love; And ever shall Thy name to us A grateful odor prove. HYMN NO. 15 8.8.8.8.8. (Hymns, #240) Glory, honor, praise, and power,

Be unto the Lamb forever! Jesus Christ is our Redeemer, Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise ye the Lord! HYMN NO. 16 7.6.7.6.D. (Hymns, #213) On that same night, Lord Jesus, When all around Thee joined To cast its darkest shadow Across Thy holy mind, We hear Thy voice, blest Savior, "This do, remember me," With grateful hearts responding, We do remember Thee.

The depth of all Thy suffering No heart could e'er conceive, The cup of wrath o'erflowing For us Thou didst receive; And, oh, of God forsaken On the accursèd tree; With grateful hearts, Lord Jesus, We now remember Thee.

We think of all the darkness Which round Thy spirit pressed, Of all those waves and billows, Which rolled across Thy breast. Oh, there Thy grace unbounded And perfect love we see; With joy and sorrow mingling, We would remember Thee.

We know Thee now as risen, The Firstborn from the dead; We see Thee now ascended, The church's glorious Head. In Thee by grace accepted, The heart and mind set free To think of all Thy sorrow, And thus remember Thee.

Till Thou shalt come in glory, And call us hence away, To rest in all the brightness Of that unclouded day, We show Thy death, Lord Jesus, And here would seek to be

More to Thy death conformèd, While we remember Thee. HYMN NO. 17 7.7.8.7.D. (Hymns, #69) Thy name we love, Lord Jesus, And lowly bow before Thee; And while we live, to Thee we give All blessing, worship, glory. We sing aloud Thy praises, Our hearts and voices blending,

'Tis Thou alone we worthy own, Thy beauty's all-transcending.

Thy name we love, Lord Jesus; It tells God's love unbounded To ruined man, ere time began, Or heav'n and earth were founded: Thine is a love eternal, That found in us its pleasure, That brought Thee low to bear our woe And make us Thine own treasure.

Thy name we love, Lord Jesus; It tells Thy birth so lowly, Thy patience, grace, and gentleness, Thy lonely path, so holy; Thou wast the "Man of Sorrows"; Our grief, too, Thou didst bear it; Our bitter cup Thou drankest up; The thorny crown, didst wear it.

Thy name we love, Lord Jesus; God's Lamb—Thou wast ordained, To bear our sins (Thyself all clean) And hast our guilt sustained.

We see Thee crowned in glory, Above the heavens now seated, The vict'ry won, Thy work well done, Our righteousness completed. HYMN NO. 18 8.7.8.7.8.7. (Hymns, #34) Father, 'twas Thy love that knew us Earth's foundation long before: That same love to Jesus drew us By its sweet constraining pow'r,

And will keep us, and will keep us, Safely now, and evermore, Safely now, and evermore.

Now that changeless love enfolds us, All its wealth on us bestows; While its pow'r unchanging holds us In a holy calm repose. God and Father, God and Father, Unto Thee our worship flows, Unto Thee our worship flows.

God of love, our souls adore Thee! We would still Thy grace proclaim, Till we cast our crowns before Thee, And in glory praise Thy name; Praise and worship, praise and worship Be to God and to the Lamb! Be to God and to the Lamb! HYMN NO. 19 6.6.6.6. O Lord, much praise to Thee, Slain Lamb of God art Thou, Living eternally To heaven's throne I bow. O Lord, much praise to Thee Thou sacrifice for sin; Thy precious blood speaks of The glory I will win.

O God, I will declare Thy fadeless glory strong, All things in heaven and On earth to Thee belong. How great Thy mercy is!

How deep Thy grace and love! All praise be giv'n to Thee As amens rise above. HYMN NO. 20 8.8.8.8.8.8. (Hymns, #178) Our hearts are full of Christ and long Their glorious matter to declare! Of Him we make our loftier song, We cannot from His praise forbear: Our ready tongues make haste to sing The glories of the heav'nly King.

Fairer than all the earthborn race, Perfect in comeliness Thou art; Replenished are Thy lips with grace, And full of love Thy tender heart. God ever-blest! we bow the knee, And own all fullness dwells in Thee. HYMN NO. 21 7.6.7.6.D. (Hymns, #95) O Head once full of bruises, So full of pain and scorn, Mid other sore abuses, Mocked with a crown of thorn: O Head e'en now surrounded With brightest majesty, In death once bowed and wounded On the accursèd tree:

Thou Countenance transcendent! Thou life-creating Sun! To worlds on Thee dependent— Yet bruised and spit upon: O Lord, what Thee tormented

Was our sins' heavy load, We had the debt augmented Which Thou didst pay in blood.

We give Thee thanks unfeigned, O Savior, Friend in need, For what Thy soul sustained When Thou for us didst bleed. Grant us to lean unshaken Upon Thy faithfulness, Until, to glory taken,

We see Thee face to face. HYMN NO. 22 6.6.6.6. Receive His victory, Receive His victory; By the death on the cross, Receive His victory. HYMN NO. 23 7.6.7.6.D. (Hymns, #873) Charge, soldiers, charge in battle! The conflict has begun; Thy battle song triumphant— "The victory is won!" Hell's power must be vanquished And Satan's forces strewn; The Captain of the Army Will come and triumph soon.

Charge, soldiers, charge in battle! And gaze upon thy Lord; If thou wilt fight His battle, The throne is thy reward. This war is of the spirit,

Not fought on earthly ground; The Lord well knows the foe is near, Encircling us around.

Charge, soldiers, charge in battle! Christ's throne awaiteth thee; His resurrection power Will lift thy spirit free. Through Him thou wilt have power, The foe to battle down; Through Him thou wilt the triumph sing,

And wear the victor's crown.

Charge, soldiers, charge in battle! Thou shalt ascend the throne; A feast He is preparing, How happy thou to own. With Him we're resurrected Above the battle din; Transcending all that binds us, We're far above in Him.

Charge, soldiers, charge in battle! Thou art the royal heir; The Lord from dust did choose thee,

That thou His kingdom share. Thou hast no part in darkness, Thy future, O how bright; With Christ to dwell forever And in His love delight.

With joyful shouts charge forward! The kingdom is before; Upon the peak of Zion We'll sing, the battle o'er. The Lamb has won the victory! The Lamb is on the throne!

With shouts of joy we praise Him, For He must overcome. HYMN NO. 24 11.11.11.11. Standing on the victory of Christ my Lord, Standing on the power of the Son of God, Standing on the blood of His New Testament, Standing on the words that show His faithfulness. HYMN NO. 25 8.6.8.6. O grave, your power is annulled; The sting of death destroyed. Released from all these dark controls, All day I sing o'erjoyed. His grace cannot be done away, Eternal life is mine; I know that I will never die, Made free by life divine. HYMN NO. 26 8.7.8.7.D. Heav'nly glory, heav'nly brightness, Universal King descends; Saints are raptured, Hades finished, Songs are sung in unison. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Son of God so splendorous. Thine the vict'ry, thine the honor! Grace to all so glorious. HYMN NO. 27 7.7.7.7. In the Lord's victorious name, Overcomers we must be;

Stand and shame the evil one; Fighting is our destiny.

Jesus' name, our battle cry, He the power in our breast, Son of man, who routs the foe, Leading man to joy and rest.

Fight the devil to retreat, Smash his ev'ry stronghold here; Take full courage, slumber not: Christ will call His soldiers dear.

In the Lord's victorious name, Overcomers we must be; Stand and shame the evil one; Fighting is our destiny. HYMN NO. 28 8.6.8.6. Joined to the Christ victorious, And workings of His cross, I'm nourished e'en in sufferings, And safe in any loss.

Joined to the Christ, the risen One, Ascended into heav'n; In light of the eternal cross, Unbounded grace is giv'n.

Joined to the Christ victorious, My spirit's joys increase; I call the holy, highest name, And Satan's powers cease.

Joined to the Christ, the sovereign One, To Him I long to cling.

His cross has spoiled the serpent's work, Of vict'ry now I sing.

Joined to the Christ—how marvelous! God's great salvation this! "The Lamb is worthy," well we sing, All praise and power His. HYMN NO. 29 8.8.8.8. (Hymns, #488) Lord, Thou hast shown the mystery,

How on the Cross I died with Thee; I need no other pow'r or way That I may triumph day by day.

That cross of Thine is also mine, Into my life its light doth shine; When I believe I'm dead with Thee, The world has lost its pow'r o'er me.

Since I am crucified with Thee, From sin and self I am set free; How can I still enjoy the world Or seek its vanities unfurled?

I take my place, dear Lord, with Thee Upon the cross of Calvary. Thy life and power then are mine, Since Thou and I in oneness twine.

Since Thou didst come to slay the foe, His work and power to overthrow, I too can overcome in Thee And prove Thy mighty pow'r in me.

Yet, for the vict'ry we rely Upon the death which Thou didst die;

We tread the path which Thou hast trod Until we reach the goal in God.

My death with Thee I now believe And all its meaning would receive. Thy death more deeply show to me, That from my flesh I may be free.

I long to win as Thou hast won, To reign with Thee when Thou dost come. If we the cross will gladly bear, Then in Thy glory we will share. HYMN NO. 30 6.5.6.5.D. with chorus. (Hymns, #513) Once it was the blessing, Now it is the Lord; Once it was the feeling, Now it is His Word; Once His gift I wanted, Now, the Giver own; Once I sought for healing, Now Himself alone.

(Chorus)

All in all forever, Only Christ I'll sing; Everything is in Christ, And Christ is everything.

Once 'twas painful trying, Now 'tis perfect trust; Once a half salvation, Now the uttermost; Once 'twas ceaseless holding, Now He holds me fast; Once 'twas constant drifting,

Now my anchor's cast.

Once 'twas busy planning, Now 'tis trustful prayer; Once 'twas anxious caring, Now He has the care; Once 'twas what I wanted, Now what Jesus says; Once 'twas constant asking, Now 'tis ceaseless praise.

Once it was my working, His it hence shall be; Once I tried to use Him, Now He uses me; Once the pow'r I wanted, Now the Mighty One; Once for self I labored, Now for Him alone.

Once I hoped in Jesus, Now I know He's mine; Once my lamps were dying, Now they brightly shine; Once for death I waited,

Now His coming hail; And my hopes are anchored Safe within the veil. HYMN NO. 31 8.8.8.8. with chorus. Can I forget the coming Lord? No! My heart for His face now longs; For this I plead the Father God, To Him I sing my morning songs.

(Chorus)

Oh come, dearest Lord! Come, my Lord! Oh come, my King!

Can I forget my watch to keep? No! My heart for Him must awake; To miss the rapture is my fear, And of this blinding world partake.

Can I unite with this dark age? No! He is calling from above. May I forsake all worldly things, Desire my Savior with my love.

Daily may I in spirit walk, Daily His pow'r of life partake, Watching and waiting till He comes, Ready for Him, all else forsake.

Daily persisting, standing firm, I would not fear the enemy. The gates of hell cannot prevail; God's Christ will soon rule mightily.

Can I forget His promise firm? To Him I call though earth be moved. May He perfect the faith He gives, Without delay, His word be proved. HYMN NO. 32 7.6.7.6.D. with chorus. (Hymns, #877) I dare not be defeated With Calvary in view, Where Jesus conquered Satan, Where all His foes He slew; Come, Lord, and give the vision To nerve me for the fight, Make me an overcomer

Clothed with Thy Spirit's might.

(Chorus) A victor, a victor! Because of Calvary. Make me an overcomer, A conqu'ror, a conqu'ror, Lord, in Thee.

I dare not be defeated Since Christ, my conquering King, Has called me to the battle Which He did surely win. Come, Lord, and give me courage, Thy conquering Spirit give, Make me an overcomer, In power within me live.

I dare not be defeated, When Jesus leads me on To press through hellish regions To share with Him His Throne; Come, Lord, and give Thy soldier The power to wield the sword, Make me an overcomer Through Thine inerrant Word.

I dare not be defeated, Just at the set of sun, When Jesus waits to whisper, "Well done, beloved, well done"; Come, Lord, bend from the Glory, On me Thy Spirit cast, Make me an overcomer, A victor to the last. HYMN NO. 33 6.6.8.6. (Hymns, #662)

"On toward the goal!" Press on! Alone, yet unafraid; He cut the path, who beckons thee, On then, and undismayed.

"On toward the goal!" Press on! The eyes that are a flame Are watching thee, what then are men? What matter praise, or blame?

"On toward the goal!" Press on! Look not behind thee now, When just ahead lies His "Well done," And crowns await thy brow.

"On toward the goal!" Press on! Blind, deaf, and sometimes dumb Along the blood-marked, uphill way, Hard after Christ, press on! HYMN NO. 34 9.8.9.9.5. (Hymns, #483) Buried with Christ, and raised with Him too; What is there left for me to do? Simply to cease from struggling and strife,

Simply to walk in newness of life. Glory be to God!

Risen with Christ, my glorious Head, Holiness now the pathway I tread, Beautiful thought, while walking therein: He that is dead is freed from sin. Glory be to God!

Living with Christ, who dieth no more, Following Christ, who goeth before; I am from bondage utterly freed,

Reckoning self as dead indeed. Glory be to God!

Living for Christ, my members I yield, Servants to God, for evermore sealed, Not under law, I'm now under grace, Sin is dethroned, and Christ takes its place. Glory be to God!

Growing in Christ; no more shall be named Things of which now I'm truly ashamed, Fruit unto holiness will I bear, Life evermore, the end I shall share. Glory be to God! HYMN NO. 35 11.11.11.11. (Hymns, #660) In nothing be anxious; the Lord is at hand. In peace and in vict'ry triumphantly stand; Let nothing affright thee and nothing dismay, For Jesus is coming! It may be today.

In nothing be anxious; on Him roll thy care. Thy sins were laid on Him, thy sorrows He'll bear; Care free and triumphant press on, still to prove

The strength of His arm and the balm of His love.

In nothing be anxious; should Jesus delay His strength will be thine till the end of the day. His arm thou canst lean on; His Spirit will cheer; Then wherefore be anxious, press on without fear. HYMN NO. 36 8.6.8.6. Redemption, center of my faith, Of hope the cornerstone, A mystery we scarce explain,

Yet truth so clearly shown.

Redemption, in my closest thoughts, So ever wonderful. Oh, grace received this sinful one: This miracle my jewel.

Yes, many times attacks and pains, Temptations, sins flood in, Thus causing heart and mind to faint. And anxious storms begin.

But God's sustaining pow'r of life Now helps me contemplate, To freshly know redemption's work, Good news profound and great.

I can declare with surest pledge, Though earth be overthrown; I'll sing redemption's comely song. No anxious fears o'erblown. HYMN NO. 37 8.6.8.6.D. (Hymns, #960) My King will soon come back again, The sky be filled with Him; The universe to be redeemed Will see His light therein. The Lord will soon fulfill His plan, His footsteps now I hear; His glorious frame I faintly see Beginning to appear.

I'm longing for His presence blest And dare not slothful be While waiting for my Lord's return, His own dear self to see.

My only hope—that He may come And change my faith to sight; There is no other joy on earth Which gives my heart delight.

My heart is always with Himself, My eyes are heavenward, My lips would utter nothing else Than meeting with my Lord. The coming of the Lord draws nigh, His coming is for me;

His promise ever standeth firm And soon fulfilled I'll see.

My Savior, all Thy holy words Can never doubted be; With them encouraged day by day, I'm faithful unto Thee. Oh, may Thy glory soon appear, The foe be overthrown; Thy promises be realized, And we brought to Thy throne.

Thy saving arm a refuge is, My Savior God, to me;

Thou as the Father keepeth them Who put their trust in Thee. The sheep and shepherd are of one, The head and body same; None e'er can pluck from out Thy hand The child who trusts Thy Name.

A thousand hands won't hinder me, Nor will ten thousand eyes; The thorns upon the road but help Me onward to the prize. Arise, my spirit and my heart,

And let the world go by; The Lord of life will take me soon To be with Him on high.

Thou healing sun! Thou hope of man! I really love Thy ray. Oh, righteous Lord! oh, glorious King! I bow to Thee and pray: Oh, may Thou soon ascend Thy throne And quickly show Thy face; Thy heav'nly kingdom may Thou found

And grant all men Thy grace.

The truth should triumph and be king, And freedom should be queen; But falsehood, which has rampant run, Head of the world is seen. We ask Thee, Truth, to quickly come And bring Thy light from heav'n; The foe be crushed and all Thy sons Into Thy bosom giv'n. HYMN NO. 38 8.8.8.4. with repeat. (Hymns, #965) When my blest Lord will come again, I will be saved from all my pain, With all the saints I'll follow Him, O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord! With all the saints I'll follow Him, O praise the Lord!

When I shall see Him face to face, And dwell with Him thru endless days, I will rejoice and sing His grace, O praise the Lord!

O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord! I will rejoice and sing His grace, O praise the Lord!

When I meet Him before the Throne, My suff'rings then will all be gone, The joy of vict'ry will be won, O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord! The joy of vict'ry will be won, O praise the Lord!

In that day I will testify That nothing with Christ's life can vie, What glorious rapture to the sky, O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord! What glorious rapture to the sky, O praise the Lord!

May we in our Lord's side e'er hide, Be always one and ne'er divide, That His heart may be satisfied, O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord!

That His heart may be satisfied, O praise the Lord!

O come, our King, O come, dear Lord! Receive us by Thy promised word, And give the victors Thy reward, O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord! And give the victors Thy reward, O praise the Lord! HYMN NO. 39

8.6.8.6. (Hymns, #767) Teach us to pray that we may cause The enemy to flee, That we his evil pow'r may bind, His prisoners to free.

Teach us to pray and firmly stand Upon the battleground, To fight and break the stronghold down, The enemy confound.

Teach us to pray and use Thy rod In strong, prevailing prayer, Beneath Thy blood to shake the earth And powers of the air.

By prayer and faith, O may we learn To labor, Lord, with Thee, To know the victory is ours And Thine authority. HYMN NO. 40 6.5.6.5. with repeat. Lord, oh come unto me; Visit me anew;

Bring me true revival, All my ease undo. Break down all my barr'ers; Lift my spirit high That I may use Your life, Healing those who cry. HYMN NO. 41 8.7.8.7. with chorus. (Hymns, #775) In the mighty Name of Jesus, When we bow before the throne,

Many deadly foes are vanquished, Many victories are won.

(Chorus) Mighty Name! Mighty Name! In that Name alone we win. Mighty Name! Mighty Name! Conquering Satan, death, and sin.

When we plead the Name of Jesus, Satan and his hosts must flee. Jesus! Jesus! Precious Jesus! In Thy Name is victory.

Soon shall come the blessed moment When the battle shall be won, When the Mighty Name of Jesus Shall exalt us to the throne. HYMN NO. 42 Peculiar Meter. (Hymns, #630) The way of the Cross means sacrifice, As to God you yield your all To be laid on the altar, the place of death, Where fire will surely fall.

(Chorus) 'Tis the way of the Cross, are you willing for this? What does bearing the Cross mean to you? You who've given yourself, your all to God! To God are you wholly true?

As the voice of song and prayer we raise, How easy to say, We give all; Till some rougher cross lies just before, And sterner is duty's call.

Do you falter then, or, true to death, Just die on the cross in the way, Till the fulness of life from the Living One Is filling you day by day?

'Tis the plan of life, for you die to live, One with Jesus crucified; With the life alone to be lived through you, Of the Risen, the Glorified. HYMN NO. 43 6.6.8.6.D. (Hymns, #422) Make me a captive, Lord, And then I shall be free; Force me to render up my sword, And I shall conq'ror be. I sink in life's alarms When by myself I stand, Imprison me within Thine arms, And strong shall be my hand.

My heart is weak and poor Until it master find: It has no spring of action sure,

It varies with the wind; It cannot freely move Till Thou hast wrought its chain; Enslave it with Thy matchless love, And deathless it shall reign.

My power is faint and low Till I have learned to serve: It wants the needed fire to glow, It wants the breeze to nerve; It cannot drive the world Until itself be driven;

Its flag can only be unfurled When Thou shalt breathe from heaven.

My will is not my own Till Thou hast made it Thine; If it would reach the monarch's throne It must its crown resign; It only stands unbent Amid the clashing strife, When on Thy bosom it has leant, And found in Thee its life.

HYMN NO. 44 6.6.8.6.D. (Hymns, #893) Conflict today is fierce, The strength of Satan more; The cry of battle calling now Is louder than before. The rebel voice of hell E'en stronger now becomes; But list, the midnight cry resounds, Behold, I quickly come!

Trials more bitter grow, The fighting doth enlarge; Hell's forces rally all their pow'rs And gather for the charge. Yet while we wait and watch And feel the war severe, We hear the joyful song ring out, Jesus, the Lord, is near!

'Tis harder at the end The word to testify, For Satan fights with all his pow'r Our witness to defy.

Much greater strength we need The foe to overcome; How happy when the Lord we see And all our sighing's done!

Who then will forward go Strong in His mighty power? Who then will firmly trust the Lord Until the vict'ry hour; Till with the conqu'rors blest, The triumph song's begun?

That man will then rejoice to hear, Behold, I quickly come!

Who then will choose God's best, And take the narrow track, Though passing thru the wildest storms, Yet never turning back? Who now will dare press on, Enduring pain and fear? All such will then rejoice to see Jesus, the Lord, is near!

Though deep the darkness be We still would onward go,

Till we the day of rapture greet And glory 'round shall glow. 'Tis there we'll see the Lord, And Satan overcome; The overcomers will rejoice, Jesus, the Lord, has come! HYMN NO. 45 6.6.6.6.D. with chorus. (Hymns, #477) Though Christ a thousand times In Bethlehem be born,

If He's not born in thee Thy soul is still forlorn. The Cross on Golgotha, Will never save thy soul; The Cross in thine own heart, Alone can make thee whole.

(Chorus) O, Cross of Christ, I take thee Into this heart of mine, That I to my own self may die

And rise to thy life Divine.

What e'er thou lovest, man, That too become thou must; God, if thou lovest God, Dust, if thou lovest dust. Go out, God will come in; Die thou and let Him live; Be not and He will be; Wait and He'll all things give.

To bring thee to thy God, Love takes the shortest route; The way which knowledge leads,

Is but a roundabout. Drive out from thee the world, And then thy heart shall be Filled with the love of God, And holy like as He. HYMN NO. 46 8.6.8.6. with chorus. O Golgotha! Good Golgotha! My Lord was slain for me; His precious blood in mercy flowed

That I from sins be free.

(Chorus) Therefore I pray, my Lord, reveal Golgotha's mystery, So I may know that I am one With Thee in certainty.

O Golgotha! Good Golgotha! I died there with my Lord; His crucifixion has released The burden I once bore.

O Golgotha! That empty tomb Included me as well; His resurrection too I share, I hear no deathly knell.

O Golgotha! There Satan's hosts Were by my Lord abashed; In His dear name that worldly king Under my feet is smashed.

O Golgotha! There Jesus' name Sufficed me in that war; There Satan fled, for by that Name I triumph evermore.

O Golgotha! I praise Thee, Lord, For death was suffered there; Released His life, redeemed my sins, I'm freed into His care.

O Golgotha! I want to learn All that indwells in Him; By faith included in His work, I'll stand now firm with Him.

HYMN NO. 47 8.7.8.7. with chorus. (Hymns, #482) I am crucified with Christ, And the cross hath set me free; I have ris'n again with Christ, And He lives and reigns in me.

(Chorus) Oh! it is so sweet to die with Christ, To the world, and self, and sin;

Oh! it is so sweet to live with Christ, As He lives and reigns within.

Mystery hid from ancient ages! But at length to faith made plain; Christ in me the Hope of Glory, Tell it o'er and o'er again.

This the secret nature hideth, Harvest grows from buried grain; A poor tree with better grafted, Richer, sweeter life doth gain.

This the secret of the holy, Not our holiness, but Him; O Lord! empty us and fill us, With Thy fullness to the brim.

This the balm for pain and sickness, Just to all our strength to die, And to find His life and fulness, All our being's need supply.

This the story of the Master, Thru the Cross, He reached the Throne,

And like Him our path to glory, Ever leads through death alone. HYMN NO. 48 8.6.8.6.D. (Hymns, #887) The name of Jesus is our stand, It is our victory; Not on ourselves do we rely, But, mighty Lord, on Thee. Our weapons are not arms of flesh, But ours the Spirit's sword, And God's whole armor putting on, We battle in the Lord.

Behold, the foe doth meet and plot, Stand firm in one accord! Though war be fierce and darkness thick, Resist him in the Lord! If one thru fear should backward turn, He undermines the rest. Oh, do not let your brothers down, Nor by you be distressed.

The devil knows his time is short, He is the more enraged, And by his wiles would weaken us Before the battle's waged. The trials now more numerous are, The suff'ring e'en more sore. The force of hell opposing us More dreadful than before.

What should our posture be today In such a desperate hour? Should we our ease an pleasure seek And let the foe devour?

Or with increasing conflict strong, Courageous to endure? 'Tis here that life or death is won! Who will God's praise secure?

For Christ the Lord we then would stand, He is the Conqueror! For Him we would endure the pain Until the fight is o'er. The hour of triumph soon we'll see— The Lord will come again;

If now we suffer for His sake, Then we with Him shall reign. HYMN NO. 49 Peculiar Meter. (Hymns, #373) Nothing between, Lord, nothing between; Let me Thy glory see, Draw my soul close to Thee, Then speak in love to me— Nothing between.

Nothing between, Lord, nothing between; Let not earth's din and noise Stifle Thy still small voice; In it let me rejoice— Nothing between.

Nothing between, Lord, nothing between; Nothing of earthly care, Nothing of tear or prayer, No robe that self may wear— Nothing between.

Nothing between, Lord, nothing between; Unbelief disappear, Vanish each doubt and fear,

Fading when Thou art near— Nothing between.

Nothing between, Lord, nothing between; Shine with unclouded ray, Chasing each mist away, O'er my whole heart bear sway— Nothing between.

Nothing between, Lord, nothing between; Thus may I walk with Thee, Thee only may I see, Thine only let me be— Nothing between.

Nothing between, Lord, nothing between; Till Thine eternal light, Rising on earth's dark night, Burst on my open sight— Nothing between.

By permission of Marshall, Morgan and Scott, Ltd. HYMN NO. 50 6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4. He said, "I will come soon." This must be known; He comes at night or noon, This must be known. The world must know this now, All men must know this now, To tell it is our vow; This must be known. HYMN NO. 51 7.7.7.7.D. (Hymns, #412)

Lord, reveal Thyself to me, That the flesh I'll fully know; May Thy grace so work in me, That in dust I'll lowly bow. How I long for victory, Yet, thru all my life, how weak! Evil things I cannot leave, Nor can do the good I seek.

Inwardly I want the Lord, But my conduct hateful is;

Though I would, I cannot change, O what real bondage 'tis! By God's law my sin's revealed, But the law of sin doth bind; Though I struggle to be free, No release my soul can find.

Many times I fall and rise, Oft resolve, and often fail; Craving vict'ry, I retreat, And my sad defeat bewail. Truly I am sold to sin And completely powerless; There's no good within my flesh, All is dark and sinfulness.

Now I know myself in part, And confess my helplessness; All my temperament is odd, All my life corrupted is. Subtle self I cannot trust, Nor to fleshly strength can cling; All my trust and all my hope Is in Jesus Christ my King.

May the Cross put me to death

That on Christ I may rely; May His Holy Spirit fill, That Himself I may apply. May His death so work in me Daily deeper than before, That my self may be destroyed And His life thru me may pour.

O how bitter is my case! Who this wretched slave can free, Who deliver from this death,

To a life a victory? Jesus shed His blood for me, Christ is now my holiness; I receive Him as my life And my portion measureless.

Now I'm wholly sanctified, Selfless, I obey His word; Nevermore to feel ashamed When I come before the Lord. How transcendent is this life! Grace thru faith He gives to me! Praise the Lord, He heard my cry And has made me wholly free. HYMN NO. 52 8.6.8.6. (Hymns, #157) Lord Jesus, are we one with Thee? O height, O depth of love! Thou one with us on Calvary, We one with Thee above.

Such was Thy grace that for our sake Thou didst from heaven come down, With us of flesh and blood partake,

In all our misery one.

Our sins, our guilt, in love Divine, Confessed and borne by Thee; The gall, the curse, the wrath were Thine, To set Thy members free.

Ascended now, in glory bright, Head of the Church Thou art; Nor life nor death, nor depth nor height, Thy saints and Thee can part.

Oh teach us, Lord, to know and own This wondrous mystery, That Thou in heaven with us art one, And we are one with Thee.

Soon, soon shall come that glorious day, When, seated on Thy throne, Thou shalt to wondering worlds display That Thou with us art one. HYMN NO. 53 8.7.8.7.D. When you suffer Satan's temptings, Pow'rs of darkness gather 'round. Devils urge you much to slacken, That a crown may not abound,

(Chorus) Soldier, stand by grace empowered, Mindful of th'ascended Lord. Jesus surely conquered Satan; Bravely wield the Spirit's sword.

Though your friends shrink back and tremble, One with Satan silently,

Neighbors ridicule, reviling, Siding with the enemy,

When the world shows ease and pleasure, Sets for you a blissful net, When you face vainglory's offer, When you stumble, faith forget,

When the family's load is heavy, Naught of natural strength avails, Suffering losses inward, outward, Even labor's profit fails,

Soon the battle will be over, Satan's forces will be turned. Soon the Church will hear the trumpet, Glory and triumph is earned.

Now the King returns in triumph, Rules the world by God's decree; Now all nations bow before Him, Praising Jesus reverently. HYMN NO. 54 8.7.8.7.D. Truth is sacrificed too often, Error often gains the throne; But His death alters this pattern, Glory-seeking is o'erthrown. Still, moreover, God our Father Secretly His saints protects; We in hardship should be faithful As our Lord through grace directs. HYMN NO. 55 8.8.8.8. (Hymns, #892)

With all the pow'r in heav'n and earth Our resurrected Lord's endued; If we unite and live by Him, The enemy will be subdued.

In Jesus' name we must declare That we shall overcome the foe; We draw authority from Him The serpent's head to crush below.

No matter what, thou mountain high, In heav'n or earth, where'er thou art, At any cost we'll level thee, In Jesus' name thou must depart!

Faith orders thee "Remove from here, And be thou cast into the sea!" We should, we must, we can, we will, Fulfill God's purpose faithfully. HYMN NO. 56 6.4.6.4. (Hymns, #876) When war is hot and fierce, And Satan strong, Then firmly trust God's Word

And sing faith's song.

You need to shout but once, And you will win; Oh, do not shut your mouth And lose therein.

If pressed your spirit is And powerless, Pray thru the precious blood, Victorious.

The foe though fierce, you can Still fight with him; If you will keep your stand, You soon will win.

Therefore you must declare Christ's victory; The situation dark Soon changed will be. HYMN NO. 57 7.6.7.6. Satan's assaults are conquered, The Lamb's dear blood our shield; These words of testimony The fearful sword we wield.

The devil we are shaming By hiding in the cross, This proves that God has judged him, And bound his work as dross.

The enemy of God, he's Our enemy as well. The curse of God has judged him; It cannot be dispelled.

You warriors of darkness, So crafty, hideous, We now expose your nature; You have no room in us.

You are the filth of Hades, Whatever name you own; Our spirit, soul, and body Will not spare you a throne.

Your words and accusation We do not want the least; We choose to be perfected By God who is our feast.

Ruler of darkness, notice By pow'r of Calvary Your self-made plan is fallen, And you are forced to flee.

Satan, we hate you ever, We fight you unto death; Christ's blood announced the judgment We execute by faith. HYMN NO. 58 11.10.11.10. with chorus. (Hymns, #591) Not I, but Christ be honored, loved, exalted, Not I, but Christ be seen, be known and heard; Not I, but Christ in every look and action, Not I, but Christ in every thought and word.

(Chorus) Oh, to be saved from myself, dear Lord, Oh, to be lost in Thee, Oh, that it may be no more I, But Christ that lives in me.

Not I, but Christ to gently soothe in sorrow, Not I, but Christ to wipe the falling tear; Not I, but Christ to lift the weary burden, Not I, but Christ to hush away all fear.

Christ, only Christ, no idle word e'er falling, Christ, only Christ, no needless bustling sound; Christ, only Christ, no self-important bearing,

Christ, only Christ, no trace of I be found.

Not I, but Christ my every need supplying, Not I, but Christ my strength and health to be; Christ, only Christ, for spirit, soul, and body, Christ, only Christ, live then Thy life in me.

Christ, only Christ, ere long will fill my vision, Glory excelling soon, full soon I'll see; Christ, only Christ, my every wish fulfilling, Christ, only Christ, my all in all to be. HYMN NO. 59 10.10.10.10. with chorus. My heart today would sing with joyfulness: My Lord, Thou hast become my life and peace. Dear Jesus, Lord, my future is with Thee, The Father God I now know is for me.

(Chorus) Because of Thee! Because of Thee! Because of Golgotha! Because of Thee!

Once was a day, because I feared to die, I clothed myself in works, virtue to buy, Tried to avoid God's laws encompassing, But now I know He is my righteous King.

Though days may come when nations cry with pain, Thy raptured church shall Thy true blessings gain. By Thine own blood sprinkled inside the veil, She conquers all the violence of hell.

The Lamb of God indeed my sorrows bore, The Lamb of God has saved me evermore; The cup of righteousness He drank for me, The taste of death is gone eternally.

In pastures green Thou caused me to recline, Thou leadest me, the God of peace is mine; Because of grace I lie upon Thy breast, I taste of love the highest and the best.

Each hour sweetly keeps me by Thy life, Though evil spirits threat with daring strife. Unto my Father I may look always, Learning to trust midst darkness as in days.

Lord, teach me to refuse the worldly fames, To waver not through water deep or flames, Willing to suffer shame and loss with Thee; For Thy name's sake a martyr I may be.

When I am raptured, brought before Thy face, The Crucified shall be my song of grace; From glory Thou didst come, didst suff'rings know: On Calvary poured out redemption's flow.

(Chorus) Because of me! Because of me! Because of sinful men! Because of me! HYMN NO. 60 8.6.8.6. If I would only stray a bit, Then ease my lot would be; But I recall how Christ my Lord Did suffer faithfully.

The world I have forever left And severed all its ties; The way may yet more narrow grow And all against me rise.

But though the worldlings glare in rage; I seek His smiling face. Though outward glory others choose, I, His "well done" through grace.

My heart's desire is not for fame Nor profit in these days; I humbly wish to serve my Lord And gain that day His praise.

Unto the judgment seat of Christ I daily look away; May all my living and my work Abide the fire that day.

You may your reputation hold, Wealth, friends, and glory gain; You may win all success and praise, A foll'wing great obtain.

But I would be but lonely, poor, With no prosperity; My heart desires to follow Him And finish faithfully.

My Lord, when here on earth, I know, Gained nothing but the cross. I only hope to be like Him And for Him suffer loss.

My glory's in the coming age, Today I'll patient be. I'd ne'er enjoy ahead of Him This world's prosperity.

That day I shall receive the crown, He'll wipe away my tears.

So faithfully I'll journey on Till He at length appears. HYMN NO. 61 8.5.8.5.D. Hosts of darkness are approaching Satan leading on; Lo, some fellow troops retreating, Courage almost gone.

(Chorus)

Ho, be brave with faith unbending, Standing patiently; Soon by grace we'll shame the devil, Gain the victory.

Lo, the blood-stained banner waving, Hark, the trumpet sound; In the pow'r of Christ we're standing, Triumph will abound.

Jesus tells us, "I come quickly, Stand, be watchful still." We declare to highest heavens, "By Your grace we will."

HYMN NO. 62 6.6.8.6. God's people have been robbed, And will not God avenge? The Lord has said He surely will; We needn't fear nor cringe.

We cry out night and day; Will God not lend His ear? Assuredly God's move is fast, Vengeance from heaven's near.

When Satan presses hard, Can God not reprehend? Assuredly, God can and will, And Satan's mischief end.

The enemy is fierce, Our Lord has promised this. We should cry out continually, The termination his.

So we must not lose heart, But ever stronger be. Appeal to God both day and night; Impair the enemy. HYMN NO. 63 7.6.7.6.D. God's servants must now proclaim The Cross's message high; The gospel fully preached will Our Lord now satisfy. The vict'ry on Golgotha We all should testify; Before the King victorious

All hell will quake and cry.

Proclaim the Lord's salvation, Not for one hour restrained; This message is so urgent, When preached, much will be gained. His death, th'answer to our sins, Inspires us now to lead; When He marched to Golgotha, We too received His deed.

God's servants must proclaim it,

In every corner know: Our Lord's work on Golgotha Has leveled Satan's throne. Our Lord said, "It's finished." How wonderful the word! Shame Satan with this message Where it has not been heard.

Divine good news, proclaim it, Nor for our failures fret; We sit with Christ in glory,

The pow'rs of hell upset. Though fierce in time with battle, Christ's banner widely fling; He's stronger than the strong one, He is the conqu'ring King.

God's servants must be preaching To trumpet certain sound; The place where we are standing Is always vict'ry ground. Oh, let us sing, proclaiming What this poor world should see: God's Christ, our King of glory Has tamed the enemy.

God's servant must stand fearless; Bold courage now display. Our king is coming quickly, Maybe it is today. Though Satan's rumors trouble, The Word must grow and gain. In war Christ's grace is greater, Greater reward to gain. HYMN NO. 64

6.5.6.5.D. with chorus. (Hymns, #397) More holiness give me, More sweetness within, More patience in suff'ring, More sorrow for sin, More faith in my Savior, More sense of His care, More joy in His service, More freedom in prayer.

(Chorus)

Come, my Savior, and help me, Comfort, strengthen, and keep me; Thou each moment wilt save me, Thou art saving me now.

More gratitude give me, More trust in the Lord, More zeal for His glory, More hope in His Word, More tears for His sorrows, More pain at His grief, More meekness in trial, More praise for relief.

More victory give me, More strength to o'ercome, More freedom from earth-stains, More quest for the throne, More fit for the kingdom, More useful I'd be, More blessed and holy, More, Savior, like Thee. HYMN NO. 65 7.6.7.6.D.

I prostrate, Lord, before Thee, Marvel at boundless grace That I, though chief of sinners, Am saved, brought to Thy face. World-loving as a sinner, I never thought of Thee; Encompassing with mercy, Thou sought and came to me.

Tangled and troubled daily By sins that filled my heart,

I never sought Thy freedom, All seeking's on Thy part. Though I did hear Thee calling, I never cared for Thee; I even fought Thy working, Became an enemy.

For reasons I can't fathom, Thou lovest one in sin; The price in blood brought pardon, Thy peace and rest came in. A sinner midst the sinful, In flesh I spent my days; Why lovest Thee this sinner With vile and crafty ways?

Crude manger was Thy cradle, Of fastings didst partake; A painful path Thou takest And suffered for my sake. For me Thou didst consider? No bitterness forego? Thus I was spared such fury, And taste God's blessings so?

Midst men, then, am I better?

More noble, then, was I That Thou should'st so be willing To suffer, bleed, and die? When I myself consider, There's nothing to be praised; I wonder at such ransom, And by such love amazed.

I find no cause nor reason That Thou, my God, should'st gain By loving this vile rebel;

Such grace I can't explain. No, not because I'm worthy Nor that I've merit high, But that Thou dost love sinners, That, that alone is why.

Much was the grace imparted, Much may I earnest be, Both loving and obeying And not ashamed of Thee. More mercy show unto me, For still this heart is cold; Though mighty grace I've sighted, Still more I need to hold.

Thy heav'nly throne Thou leavest, For me to Calv'ry trod, Yet I am still half-hearted, With apathy toward God. The world holds my allegiance, Thy path too narrow felt, My little self too precious, And yet I am indwelt.

When I my case consider, My heart does feel some loss;

Hating my nature rotten, My vicious living's dross. Thou Lord, didst know already My heart would be like this. Since Thou foreknew my coolness, Why didst Thou impart grace?

To bear with pain and mockings From heaven to depart? Accepting earth's mistreatings To woo this hard, cold heart?

E'en though Thou knew my nature, To shed dear blood for me? E'en though Thou knew I'm evil, To suffer painfully?

Yes, Thou didst know my coolness, My fickle mood and heart; Yet Thou wouldst pay most dearly, Die for me, life impart. When I such love consider, I weep without restraint; My Savior is all-giving, My thanks compared is faint.

O Lord, Thy love in vastness I cannot understand; Not seemly I would worship, Nor can I comprehend. Though glory's joy I've tasted, My heart is much too small; I'll sing Thy praises ever, Before Thy throne I'll fall.

While in that brightness glor'ous, I'll never cease to praise, For grace and love that sought me,

Worship through endless days. I long in Thy bright city My praise might be complete, Thy love and grace to fathom, My thanks to Thee replete. HYMN NO. 66 8.7.8.7.D. with chorus. (Hymns, #279) First the blood, and then the ointment, Cleansing, then anointing comes; If we pass not thru Golgotha, Ne'er to Pentecost we'll come. If the blood has never cleansed us, Ne'er the Spirit's pow'r we'll know, If for Christ we'd truly witness, Self-life to the Cross must go.

(Chorus) Through the Cross, O Lord, I pray, Put my soul-life all away; Make me any price to pay, Full anointing to receive.

Christ, the Rock, must first be smitten, That the living water flow; Without death the Spirit's fullness Ne'er could dwell in man below. If with Christ we die completely, Willing thus our all to lose, He will clothe us with His power And to win the world will use.

First the altar, then the fire, If no loss, there'll be no gain; If our all has not been offered, To the throne we'll ne'er attain.

If to sacrifice we're willing, All forsaking, God t'obey, He to us will be committed And thru us His pow'r display.

First we must prepare the vessels That the Oil they may contain; Dig the valley full of ditches That they may be filled with Rain. First we must go thru the Jordan Ere anointed from above;

First in death we must be baptized, Then experience the Dove.

When we see the ripened harvest Of the golden countryside, We may know that many seeds have Fallen to the earth and died. Ere the fruit of life may blossom, We must surely suffer death; If with Christ we've not been buried, We'll not feel the Spirit's breath.

Since it must be thus, I pray, Lord, Help me go the narrow way;

Deal with pride and make me willing Thus to suffer, Thee t'obey. I for greater power pray not, Deeper death is what I need; All the meaning of the Cross, Lord, Work in me—for this I plead. HYMN NO. 67 8.5.8.5.D. (Hymns, #472) Many crowd the Savior's kingdom, Few receive His cross;

Many seek His consolation, Few will suffer loss. For the dear sake of the Master, Counting all but dross, For the dear sake of the Master, Counting all but dross.

Many sit at Jesus' table, Few will fast with Him, When the sorrow-cup of anguish Trembles to the brim.

Few watch with Him in the garden, Who have sung the hymn, Few watch with Him in the garden, Who have sung the hymn.

Many will confess His wisdom, Few embrace His shame. Many, should He smile upon them, Will His praise proclaim; Then, if for a while He leave them, They desert His name, Then, if for a while He leave them, They desert His name.

But the souls who love Him truly, Let woe come or bliss, These will count their dearest hearts' blood Not their own, but His. Savior, Thou who thus hast loved me, Give me love like this, Savior, Thou who thus hast loved me, Give me love like this. HYMN NO. 68 8.7.8.7.D. (Hymns, #880)

To the foe my word is always, "No," To the Father it is, "Yes," That His plan and all His counsel Be accomplished with success; When Thine orders I'm obeying, Grant me, Lord, authority To fulfill Thy plan eternal Thru the Spirit's power in me.

To the foe my word is always, "No," To the Father it is, "Yes";

'Tis my attitude eternal; May the Lord protect and bless, Lest while walking in obedience Satan undermine the way; When I'm list'ning to Thine orders, Grant me mercy, Lord, I pray.

To the foe my word is always, "No," To the Father it is, "Yes"; I completely would obey Him, Though deep suff'ring may oppress. If the Lord will save and keep me, As I forward press with Him, Then no trials shall prevent me, Nor will opposition grim. HYMN NO. 69 10.10.10.10. with chorus. Rise up, soldiers, rise! To the battlefield! Christ will soon appear, nor to darkness yield. Fearful though the war, raise the standard high; Firmly stand your ground, victory is nigh.

(Chorus) Quickly draw the sword, never be restrained;

Though the lion threaten, see he is enchained. War is overcome, so we just believe; Standing with the Lord, marching to achieve.

Though the foe grow fierce, threaten angrily, On your Captain lean; strong your heart will be. Arrows swift may come; all your fear defy. Trusting in His pow'r, lift your shield up high.

Soldiers, steady stand! Hell is terrified. Christ the victor shines, He the crucified. Battling with your Lord, trampling all His foes. O Hallelujah! Victory disclose! HYMN NO. 70 6.5.6.5.D. (Hymns, #657) Can you be obedient To the Lord of all, Though the earth should totter, Though the heav'ns should fall? Face e'en a disaster With a faith-filled heart, Knowing naught can harm him Who with Christ will start?

Can you be obedient To the Lord you serve, Never even flinch, friend, Never even swerve; Though your next step onward Seem to lead to death? Can you then obey Him Without bated breath?

Can you trust your Leader When He bids you go Right into a battle

With a mighty foe? Can you step up briskly And with joy obey? Can you fight the battle, Till the end of day?

Can you? Then beloved, Christ just waits for you; Listen for His orders, Glad His will to do; Then when soldiers muster

At the set of sun, And your name is mentioned, Christ will say, "Well done." HYMN NO. 71 7.7.7.7.7.7. There remains not much more time, Soon we leave this earthly clime. Rapture comes, not lingering; Soon we'll see the heav'nly King. Diligent we'll ever be, Till our Savior we can see.

Diligent to serve Him here, Work and labor without fear; By the Cross, our self outpoured, Willingly to serve the Lord. Keep on "trading," He is near; Our reward will soon appear.

Face the evils forcefully, Fight the evils ardently. Face the troubles, fight on through, Nor withdraw till peace accrue. Watching, praying day and night,

Standing firmly in the fight.

Time is like an arrow bold, Soon we hope to be consoled. Spirit, soul, and body must Not throw off His ruling trust. May we always be aware, And for His return prepare.

Be prepared though often shamed, Be prepared though e'en defamed. Be prepared through all of life, Watching, praying in the strife: Lord, do come without delay! Even come, dear Lord, today! HYMN NO. 72 Peculiar Meter. (Hymns, #248) Fainting in the desert, Israel's thousands stand At the rock of Kadesh. Hark! the Lord's command, Speak to the Rock, Bid the waters flow, Strike not its bosom Opened long ago. Speak to the Rock, Till the waters flow.

(Chorus) Speak to the Rock, Bid the waters flow, Doubt not the Spirit, Given long ago; Take what He waiteth, Freely to bestow,

Drink till its fullness All Thy being know.

Blessed Rock of Ages, Thou art open still; Thy blest Holy Spirit All our being fill; Still Thou dost say, Wherefore struggle so? Call for the Spirit, Whisper soft and low,

Speak to the Rock Bid the waters flow.

Oh, for trust more simple, Fully to believe; Oh, for hearts more childlike, Freely to receive; E'en as a babe, On its mother's breast, So on Thy bosom Let my spirit rest, Filled with Thy life, With Thy blessing blest.

Copyright 1936. Renewal 1964 by Hope Publishing Co. All rights reserved. Used by permission. HYMN NO. 73 7.6.7.6.D. Lord Jesus, I am waiting To meet You in the air; Apart from Your soon advent There is no other prayer. My hope is Your returning, Your nearness I can feel;

I feel Your 'biding presence In spirit now so real.

Now in my deepest being Your speaking I can hear; Your plan revealed in secret My thankful heart does cheer. You are a moment nearer! I sense Your coming face; The day of grace now shorter Soon Satan to displace.

Sever all cares that bind me That I may be so free; I'll be with You transcendent; Begone captivity! From things permissive loose me, Lax snares that in me grow, Lest when You come to greet me, I cannot freely go.

Each hour watching, ready, This is my heart's desire; So not to miss that rapture, My spirit set afire,

Lest by my slumber taking, Not ready for Your call, I miss Your face, unworthy To leave this earthly ball.

Unto this heart speak freshly A warning serious: Why trade the kingdom's glory For things not glorious? Love Him with heart o'erflowing, His coming fully mind; Turn loose at every moment

The earthly things you find.

Though fierce might be the fighting, Vile spirits all around, Fear not such threat; be ready To leave this foreign ground. Though darkness is increasing, Redemption's day is near; Lift up your head, for surely Our Lord will soon appear.

Lord, may I love You only, Lord, be my only thought, Rejecting this world's bribing, The One in heaven sought. All earth's attachments loosen, Dear Lord, delay no more; I long to greet Your coming, The One whom I adore. HYMN NO. 74 8.5.8.5.D. Long has Satan fought, resisting Faithful sons of God, So the fighting church should notice, Spread the message broad.

(Chorus) God ordained us as His soldiers, Bearing sword and shield, For His purpose fully willing On the battle field.

Hosts of darkness now are gathered, Conflict has begun, So the fighting church must gather Those who'll fight, not run.

Are there rebels still in God's court Who still love this age? If the church is not aggressive, Battle we'll not wage.

Who's afraid to fight the devil, Dare the enemy? If the saints shrink from Christ's kingdom, Shameful they will be.

"He not with Me is against Me," There's no other choice. Where's the fighting church, God-fearing? Fealty we must voice.

Lo, God's Conqu'ror still is conqu'ring; Rise, assume His might! Fighting church, on Calv'ry's hillside He did win the fight!

Once He fully faced the devil, We must face him too, Else the fighting church can only Other troops review.

Christ is calling overcomers. Who would please the King? Now the fighting church should put on Armor threatening. HYMN NO. 75 10.10.10.10. We shall not die, but raptured see the Lord! This is the way our Father has made known. Clearly the Holy Spirit gives the word; May we give up the world, turn to the throne.

We shall not die, but raptured see the Lord! How glorious! We'll know our heav'nly place! In wink of time we'll quickly break the bonds Raptured, ascending, see Him face to face.

We shall not die, but raptured see the Lord! The truthful promise: He will soon appear. Which day and hour not in our knowledge stored, Yet we can surely feel the time is near.

We shall not die; be wakeful and be clean. This age shall pass, soon heav'nly glories shine. Letting no sin nor earthly homage stay, Forth from our life piety can now outshine.

We shall be raptured, meet Him in the air, And living now is not a wait to die; So keep our spirit free from worldly fare, But look for His soon rapture from the sky.

We shall not die, but raptured see the Lord! Each day we're nearer, that sure dawning own. Now persevere nor give up His reward, For soon our Lord will bring us to His throne.

We shall not die, but rapture soon ascend, God's children will enjoy the victory. Come, Lord, do hear our spirit's pleading cries! Come so that with You we may ever be! HYMN NO. 76 6.5.6.5.D. with chorus. (Hymns, #634) Cross of Christ! lead onward, Through the holy war; In this sign we conquer Now and evermore.

Not of man the power, Not to man the fame; We are victors only In our Leader's name.

(Chorus) Cross of Christ! lead onward, Through the holy war; In this sign we conquer Now and evermore.

Not with pomp and pageant, Not in earthly pride; We must fight our battles Like the Crucified. Overcome by suff'ring, Conquer through defeat; Tried and tested daily In the furnace heat.

Kind, yet we are fighting, Bold, yet humbly meek; Resting while we're working, Strong, but ever weak. Timid, though courageous,

Gaining as we give; Crucified with Jesus, Yet, in Him, we live.

By a cloud encompassed, Witnesses to prove, Saints, apostles, prophets, Precious ones we love; While "advance!" is sounding, Mounts the battle thrill. Cross of Christ! lead onward Where the Captain will.

Marching in the pathway That the Master trod, Walks One daily with us Like the Son of God. To the end enduring, Armor ne'er laid down, Till the Cross leads upward To the blood-bought crown. HYMN NO. 77

8.7.8.7.D. with chorus. (Hymns, #481) Crucified with Christ my Savior, To the world and self and sin; To the death-born life of Jesus I am sweetly ent'ring in: In His fellowship of suff'ring, To His death conformed to be, I am going with my Savior All the way to Calvary.

(Chorus) All the way to Calvary, Where my Savior went for me, Help me, Lord, to go with Thee, All the way to Calvary.

'Tis not hard to die with Christ When His risen life we know; 'Tis not hard to share His suff'rings When our hearts with joy o'erflow. In His resurrection power He has come to dwell in me, And my heart is gladly going All the way to Calvary.

If we die we'll live with Christ,

If we suffer we shall reign; Only thus the prize of glory Can the conqueror attain. Oh, how sweet, on that glad morning Should the Master say to thee, "Yes, my child, thou didst go with me All the way to Calvary." HYMN NO. 78 8.6.8.6. with chorus. (Hymns, #362) He died for me that I might live; I live for Him who died, My life, my love to Him I give— Jesus, the Crucified.

(Chorus) O Jesus, my Lord and Savior, Help me to fully follow Thee In life and death and loving service, As Thou hast lived and died for me.

He died for me that I might die To Satan, self, and sin; O death so deep! O life so high! Help me to enter in.

He lives for me that I may live As spotless e'en as He; Savior, to me Thy nature give, And live Thy life in me.

He lives for me that I may give His love to hearts that pine; Let me like Him for others live, And trace His steps divine.

Used by permission of Christian Publications. Inc., Harrisburg, Pa.

HYMN NO. 79 8.4.8.8.4. with chorus. Crucified was my Lord Jesus, I too was there. He descended far and reached me That His member I could now be, His life to share.

(Chorus) Crucified with Christ my Savior;

'Tis His living, 'tis no longer I. Though I now live in my body, Christ Himself is living in me. He so loved me, He for me has died; We're joined as one, my God and I.

When my Lord was resurrected, I too was there. As a branch with tree is living, Resurrection I am sharing, His image bear.

When He comes to claim His chosen, Through rapture fine,

I will match Him, I'll be with Him, Know His blessings, ever taste them, His honor mine.

In His life I am transcendent, Oh, keep me, Lord. In His keeping I am trusting Daily whether living, dying, His worth accord. HYMN NO. 80 8.6.8.6.

The battle is not ours to fight, The struggle we don't need. True faith is always at full rest, From woes and struggles freed.

Our God will fight the enemy, He truly cares for us, And through His power firmly stand No fear need be in us.

The battles we encounter here On Calvary were won; Hold fast the ground, His pow'r apply, All work has now been done. HYMN NO. 81 11.12.11. with chorus. (Hymns, #705) In some way or other the Lord will provide: It may not be my way, it may not be thy way; And yet in His own way, "the Lord will provide."

(Chorus) Then we'll trust in the Lord, and He will provide; Yes, we'll trust in the Lord, and He will provide.

At some time or other the Lord will provide: It may not be my time, it may not be thy time; And yet in His own time, "the Lord will provide."

Despond then no longer; the Lord will provide: And this be the token—no word He hath spoken Was ever yet broken: "The Lord will provide."

March on then right boldly: the sea shall divide; The pathway made glorious, with shoutings victorious, We'll join in the chorus, "The Lord will provide."

HYMN NO. 82 8.6.8.6. (Hymns, #104) Alas! and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sov'reign die, Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I?

Was it for sins that I had done He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree!

Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When the incarnate Maker died For man, His creature's sin.

Thus might I hide my blushing face While His dear cross appears Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears.

But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe; Here, Lord, I give myself away: 'Tis all that I can do. HYMN NO. 83 8.6.8.6.6.6.7.5. with chorus. As I am fighting for my Lord, The devil won't give in; Satan with dark authority Resists when I begin. But as I pray with might That evil would take flight, Calling, talking with my Lord, All things will be right.

(Chorus) To call on Him and talk to Him Makes all things right; To call on Him and talk to Him Makes all things right. Praise to my Lord, whene'er I would the least despair— To call on Him and talk to Him Makes all things right.

Passing through dark, uncertain ways, Facing torrent and wind, Though bitter hardship be my lot, Met with apparent end, There's victory in sight, An Overcomer's might; He's the One I call upon, All things will be right.

When homefolks are accusing me, Loved ones' contact lost, When I am lonely, poor, and weak And by rejection tossed, To Him I bring my need,

I'm comforted indeed. Truly when I come to Him, All things will be right.

Since often I converse with Him, No anxious cares molest; Daily I can rejoice and sing, Lean on His loving breast. I'll rest upon His might Until the end's in sight; Just to call and talk to Him, All things will be right.

HYMN NO. 84 8.7.8.7. Jesus, Lord, Thou art my shepherd; Thee I thank and praise indeed! By such grace that Thou hast given, I have neither want nor need.

Now I lie in Thy green pastures, Finding rest and peace secure; Satisfied upon Thy bosom,

I will hunger nevermore.

Thou to restful waters leadest, Life's pure waters flowing free; Of its sweetness I am tasting, Quenched my thirst effectively.

Full of joy, I live before Thee Since Thou hast restored my soul; In sure righteous paths Thou leadest For Thy name's sake, for Thy goal.

Through the vale of death's dark shadow From all fear I know I'm free; Rod and staff of Thine both comfort, For I know Thou art with me.

Lo, a table spread before me In the presence of my foes; Thou my head with oil anointest, And my cup with joy o'erflows.

All my life's days, goodness, mercy By design shall follow me; In Jehovah's habitation I will dwell eternally.

HYMN NO. 85 8.7.8.7. (Hymns, #127) Hark! ten thousand voices crying, "Lamb of God!" with one accord; Thousand thousand saints replying, Wake at once the echo'ng chord.

"Praise the Lamb!" the chorus waking, All in heav'n together throng; Loud and far each tongue partaking

Rolls around the endless song.

Grateful incense this, ascending Ever to the Father's throne; Every knee to Jesus bending, All the mind in heav'n is one.

All the Father's counsels claiming Equal honors to the Son, All the Son's effulgence beaming, Makes the Father's glory known.

By the Spirit all pervading, Hosts unnumbered round the Lamb, Crowned with light and joy unfading, Hail Him as the great "I AM."

Joyful now the new creation Rests in undisturbed repose, Blest in Jesus' full salvation, Sorrow now nor thraldom knows.

Hark! the heavenly notes again! Loudly swells the song of praise; Through creation's vault, Amen! Amen! responsive joy doth raise.

HYMN NO. 86 8.8.8.6. with chorus. (Hymns, #698) Amid the trials that I meet, Amid the thorns that pierce my feet, One thought remains supremely sweet— Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

(Chorus) Thou thinkest, Lord, of me! Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

What need I fear when Thou art near, And thinkest, Lord, of me!

The cares of life come thronging fast, Upon my soul their shadows cast; Their gloom reminds my heart at last Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

Let shadows come, let shadows go, Let life be bright, or dark with woe, I am content, for this I know Thou thinkest, Lord, of me! HYMN NO. 87

11.11.11.11. with chorus. (Hymns, #707) When upon life's billows you are tempest tossed, When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost, Count your many blessings, name them one by one, And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.

(Chorus) Count your blessings, name them one by one; Count your blessings, see what God hath done; Count your blessings, name them one by one, And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.

Are you ever burdened with a load of care? Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear? Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly, And you will be singing as the days go by.

When you look at others with their lands and gold, Think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold. Count your many blessings, money cannot buy Your reward in heaven, nor your Lord on high.

So amid the conflict, whether great or small, Do not be discouraged, God is over all; Count your many blessings, angels will attend, Help and comfort give you to your journey's end. HYMN NO. 88 11.11.11.11. with chorus. (Hymns, #974) He looked for a city and lived in a tent, A pilgrim to glory right onward he went; God's promise his solace, so royal his birth, No wonder he sought not the glories of earth.

(Chorus) City! O city fair! God's dwelling with man to eternity is there.

He looked for a city, his God should prepare; No mansion on earth, could he covet or share, For had not God told him, that royal abode Awaited His pilgrims on ending the road.

He looked for a city; if sometimes he sighed To be trudging the road, all earth's glory denied, The thought of that city changed sighing to song, For the road might be rough, but it could not be long.

He looked for a city, his goal, Lord, we share And know that bright city, which Thou dost prepare Is ever our portion, since willing to be Just pilgrims with Jesus, our roof a tent tree. HYMN NO. 89 10.10.10.10.4. (Hymns, #154) It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine, My Savior, Jesus; yet this soul of mine Would of Thy love in all its breadth and length,

Its height and depth, its everlasting strength, Know more and more.

It passeth telling, that dear love of Thine, My Savior, Jesus; yet these lips of mine Would fain proclaim to sinners, far and near, A love which can remove all guilty fear, And love beget.

It passeth praises, that dear love of Thine, My Savior, Jesus; yet this heart of mine Would sing that love, so full, so rich, so free, Which brings a rebel sinner, such as me, Nigh unto God.

But though I cannot sing, or tell, or know The fullness of Thy love, while here below, My empty vessel I may freely bring; O Thou, who art of love the living spring, My vessel fill.

I am an empty vessel—not one thought Or look of love to Thee I've ever brought; Yet I may come, and come again to Thee, With this the empty sinner's only plea, Thou lovest me.

Oh, fill me, Jesus, Savior, with Thy love! Lead, lead me to the living fount above; Thither may I, in simple faith draw nigh, And never to another fountain fly, But unto Thee.

Lord Jesus, when Thee face to face I see, When on Thy lofty throne I sit with Thee, Then of Thy love, in all its breadth and length, Its height and depth, its everlasting strength, My soul shall sing. HYMN NO. 90 8.8.8.8.4.4.8.8. (Hymns, #156) I have a Friend, whose faithful love Is more than all the world to me: 'Tis higher than the heights above, And deeper than the soundless sea; So old, so new, So strong, so true; Before the earth received its frame, He loved me—Blessed be His name!

He held the highest place above,

Adored by all the sons of flame, Yet such His self-denying love, He laid aside His crown and came To seek the lost, And at the cost Of heavenly rank and earthly fame He sought me—Blessed be His name!

It was a lonely path He trod, From every human soul apart; Known only to Himself and God Was all the grief that filled His heart,

Yet from the track He turned not back, Till where I lay in want and shame, He found me—Blessed be His name!

Then dawned at last that day of dread, When desolate, yet undismayed, With wearied frame and thorn-crowned head, He, God-forsaken, man-betrayed, Was then made sin On Calvary,

And, dying there in grief and shame, He saved me—Blessed be His name!

Long as I live my song shall tell The wonders of His dying love; And when at last I go to dwell With Him His sovereign grace to prove, My joy shall be His face to see, And bowing there with loud acclaim I'll praise Him—Blessed be His name! HYMN NO. 91 8.6.8.6. with chorus. His promises indelible, His words are firmly fixed. Faith has no need of witnesses, From word to deed is fixed.

(Chorus) Heav'n and earth will be set afire, High mountains and hills will expire; Souls in faith in Him retire Knowing His word is sure.

Oh, with a heart like Abraham's

Look up into the sky And count the stars, not problems brief; Faith firm will testify.

There's dark clouds thick and threatening, But just above, it's bright; By waiting just a few more hours, The morning brings pure light.

In face of persecution calm, E'en in the furnace flame; Our work together with the Son Will cause the devil's shame.

Our friends may even forsake us, So we approach God's face; Jesus Himself our power is, Provider of our grace.

In everything His power trust Until the rapture own. The things that we believe in will One day be fully shown. HYMN NO. 92 10.10.10.10. Our home is higher than the highest stars; There, there, our place, our final destiny. We're looking upward from this land of scars; There, there the Lord prepared a rest for me.

The New Jerusalem by God is built, Which He will give to those redeemed by grace. Those souls for whom His precious blood was spilt, They all can enter then into that place.

Whenever I upon that city gaze,

Each time I long His glorious face to see. I would be raptured, all my heart ablaze To be with Him, my God, eternally.

How I wish always in His house to live, Rejoicing with all saints, never to part, Ever for endless love my praise to give, Cherishing full salvation in my heart.

What I admire is not the street of gold, Nor what I long for is some earthly good. That I will be with Him, this thought I hold, With Him who bought my soul with precious blood.

O Jesus, Lord, fulfill our heart's desire; Bring us into the Father's blessed land. To be with You, this thought our hearts inspire, To praise You more, Your ways to understand.

Lord, by that time You will make all things new, And You will also wipe away all tears; All creatures will join in, Your praise pursue, Your visage to enjoy through endless years. HYMN NO. 93 6.4.6.4.D. (Hymns, #806) Break Thou the Bread of Life, Dear Lord, to me, As Thou didst break the loaves Beside the sea; Beyond the sacred page I seek Thee, Lord; My spirit pants for Thee, O Living Word.

Thou art the Bread of Life, O Lord, to me,

Thy holy Word the truth That saveth me; Give me to eat and live With Thee above; Teach me to love Thy truth, For Thou art Love.

Oh, send Thy Spirit, Lord, Now unto me, That He may touch my eyes, And make me see;

Show me the truth concealed Within Thy Word, And in Thy Book revealed I see the Lord.

Bless Thou the truth, dear Lord, To me, to me, As Thou didst bless the bread By Galilee; Then shall all bondage cease, All fetters fall, And I shall find my peace, My All in all. HYMN NO. 94 8.8.8.8. (Hymns, #101) When we survey the wondrous cross On which the Lord of glory died, Our richest gain we count but loss, And pour contempt on all our pride.

Our God forbid that we should boast, Save in the death of Christ, our Lord; All the vain things that charm us most, We'd sacrifice them to His blood.

There from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flowed mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

His dying crimson, from His head Spreads o'er His body on the tree; To all the world then am I dead, And all the world is dead to me.

Were the whole realm of nature ours, That were an offering far too small; Love that transcends our highest pow'rs, Demands our heart, our life, our all. HYMN NO. 95 9.8.9.8. with chorus. (Hymns, #645) O soul, are you weary and troubled? No light in the darkness you see? There's light for a look at the Savior, And life more abundant and free.

(Chorus) Turn your eyes upon Jesus, Look full in His wonderful face, And the things of earth will grow strangely dim, In the light of His glory and grace.

Through death into life everlasting He passed, and we follow Him there; O'er us sin no more hath dominion For more than conqu'rors we are!

His Word shall not fail you, He promised; Believe Him and all will be well; Then go to a world that is dying,

His perfect salvation to tell!

Copyright 1922. Renewal 1950 by H. H. Lemmel. Assigned to Singspiration, Inc. All rights reserved. Used by permission. HYMN NO. 96 7.7.7.7. For my freedom Christ was bound, Gave His life that I not die; He is seeking when I stray, When I'm wayward, He draws nigh.

Can a mother be unkind, Harm her own beloved child? Though some mothers might be so, His love fully reconciled.

Full, unfathomed is His love, High above the highest height, Deeper than the deepest depth, Stronger than the grave's dread might.

When His grace has done its work, I shall reign, co-king with Him, He whose face I so will see, Him whose love will never dim.

Fickle is my strongest love, Grieving my divided soul; Yet I lift my heart to Him, Pledge that He shall gain the whole. HYMN NO. 97 8.7.8.7.D. (Hymns, #43) "Abba, Father," we approach Thee In our Savior's precious name. We, Thy children, here assembling,

Now the promised blessing claim. From our guilt His blood has washed us, 'Tis through Him our souls draw nigh, And Thy Spirit too has taught us "Abba, Father," thus to cry.

Once as prodigals we wandered, In our folly, far from Thee; But Thy grace, o'er sin abounding, Rescued us from misery. Clothed in garments of salvation

At Thy table is our place; We rejoice, and Thou rejoicest, In the riches of Thy grace.

Thou the prodigal hast pardoned, "Kissed us" with a Father's love; "Killed the fatted calf," and made us Fit Thy purpose to approve. "It is meet," we hear Thee saying, "We should merry be and glad; I have found My once-lost children, Now they live who once were dead."

"Abba, Father," we adore Thee,

While the hosts in heaven above E'en in us now learn the wonders Of Thy wisdom, grace, and love. Soon before Thy throne assembled, All Thy children shall proclaim Abba's love shown in redemption, And how full is Abba's name! HYMN NO. 98 8.7.8.7.D. (Hymns, #45)

Abba, Father! we adore Thee, Humbly now our homage pay; 'Tis Thy children's bliss to know Thee, None but children "Abba" say. This high honor we inherit, Thy free gift through Jesus' blood; God the Spirit, with our spirit, Witnesseth we're sons of God.

Thine own purpose gave us being, When in Christ, in that vast plan,

Thou in Christ didst choose Thy people E'en before the world began. Oh, what love Thou, Father, bore us! Oh, how precious in Thy sight! When to Thine own Son Thou gav'st us, To Thy Son, Thy soul's delight.

Though our nature's fall in Adam Shut us wholly out from God, Thine eternal counsel brought us Nearer still, through Jesus' blood; For in Him we found redemption, Grace and glory in Thy Son; O the height and depth of mercy! Christ and His redeemed are one.

Hence, through all the changing seasons, Trouble, sickness, sorrow, woe, Nothing changeth Thine affections, Love divine shall bring us through; Soon shall all Thy blood-bought children Round the throne their anthems raise, And, in songs of rich salvation, Shout to Thine eternal praise.

HYMN NO. 99 7.6.7.6.D. (Hymns, #935) Around Thy grave, Lord Jesus, In spirit here we stand, With hearts all full of praises, To keep Thy blest command: Our souls by faith rejoicing, To trace Thy path of love, Down through death's angry billows, Up to the throne above.

Lord Jesus! we remember The travail of Thy soul, When through Thy love's deep pity, The waves did o'er Thee roll; Baptized in death's dark waters, For us Thy blood was shed; For us Thou, Lord of Glory, Wast numbered with the dead.

O Lord! Thou now art risen, Thy travail all is o'er; For sin Thou once hast suffered, Thou liv'st to die no more; Sin, death, and hell are vanquished By Thee, the church's Head; And lo! we share Thy triumphs, Thou firstborn from the dead.

Unto Thy death baptizèd, We own with Thee we died; With Thee, our Life, we're risen, And shall be glorified. From sin, the world, and Satan, We're ransomed by Thy blood,

And here would walk as strangers, Alive with Thee to God. HYMN NO. 100 8.6.8.6. O Lord, Your love did not recoil At sting of death and shame; So may we overcome this age, The devil's power disclaim.

O Lord, You bore the heavy load

On that foreboding path: The sins of man, the devil's scorn, And God's all-righteous wrath.

The roaring wind and threat'ning waves At Your command must crest; For this we worship and proclaim The name in which we rest.

Soon shall we in the Father's house Begin the newest songs, But here where You have met our need E'en now new praise belongs.

HYMN NO. 101 8.6.8.6. with chorus. (Hymns, #333) I know not why God's wondrous grace To me He hath made known, Nor why, unworthy, Christ in love Redeemed me for His own.

(Chorus) But "I know Whom I have believèd And am persuaded that He is able To keep that which I've committed Unto Him against that day."

I know not how this saving faith To me He did impart, Nor how believing in His word Wrought peace within my heart.

I know not how the Spirit moves, Convincing men of sin, Revealing Jesus through the Word, Creating faith in Him.

I know not what of good or ill May be reserved for me, Of weary ways or golden days, Before His face I see.

I know not when my Lord may come, At night or noon-day fair, Nor if I'll walk the vale with Him, Or "meet Him in the air." HYMN NO. 102 8.7.8.7.D. (Hymns, #475) One with Thee, Thou Son eternal, Joined by faith in spirit one, Share we in Thy death inclusive And Thy life, O God the Son. One with Thee, Thou Son beloved, Part of Thee become thru grace, Heirs with Thee of our one Father, We're Thy Spirit's dwelling place.

One with Thee, Thou Son incarnate, Born with Thee, the Man of worth, We, the members of Thy Body, Sojourn with Thee here on earth. One with Thee, Thou Son anointed,

Sharing too the Spirit's power, We in full cooperation Labor with Thee hour by hour.

One with Thee, Thou Son forsaken, Judgment and the curse we've passed; We to sin are dead forever, Hell beneath our feet is cast. One with Thee in resurrection, Death can never us oppress; Live we in Thy new creation,

Bearing fruits of righteousness.

One with Thee, Thou Son ascended, Seated with Thee on the throne, Thine authority we share and Rule with Thee, Thy rank our own. One with Thee, Thou Son returning, Glorified with Thee we'll be, E'er to manifest Thy beauty, One with Thee eternally. HYMN NO. 103 8.7.8.7. (Hymns, #136) Gazing on the Lord in glory, While our hearts in worship bow, There we read the wondrous story Of the cross—its shame and woe.

Every mark of dark dishonor Heaped upon the thorn-crowned brow, All the depths of Thy heart's sorrow Told in answ'ring glory now.

On that cross, alone, forsaken, Where no pity'ng eye was found; Now, to God's right hand exalted,

With Thy praise the heavens resound.

Did Thy God e'en then forsake Thee, Hide His face from Thy deep need? In Thy face once marred and smitten, All His glory now we read.

Gazing on it we adore Thee, Blessed, precious, holy Lord; Thou the Lamb, alone art worthy— This be earth's and heaven's accord.

Rise our hearts, and bless the Father, Ceaseless song e'en here begun, Endless praise and adoration To the Father and the Son. HYMN NO. 104 7.7.8.7.D. We worship Thee, Lord Jesus, Thy Name exalted praising; By Thy great love we are redeemed, Thy very life obtaining. God's sending Thee, our Savior, Made known His heart of mercy;

Thy blood has washed us from our sins, We share a son's place freely.

God from eternal glory Sent us His Son beloved So that His children may be one, Unto His will be gathered. Our sins on Thee befallen, God's wrath included also, Thou hast been judged on our behalf; We're brought to God, endeared so.

From Hades resurrected To head up all creation, With all Thy saints uplifted high, Free from all condemnation. Unto the throne ascended, The saints Thy grace reflecting, Dear Lamb that's slain, receive the praise, Power, glory, and blessing.

Thine heritage receiving, Thy Spirit as the pledging, We're sealed as purchased by our God Unto that day's redemption. Thou art the Pure and Holy! We watch for Thy returning, For we will then so fully taste Thy care and grace unending. HYMN NO. 105 7.7.7.7. (Hymns, #90) Lord, accept our feeble song! Pow'r and praise to Thee belong; We would all Thy grace record, Holy, gracious, loving Lord!

Rich in glory, Thou didst stoop, Thence is all Thy people's hope; Thou wast poor, that we might be Rich in glory, Lord, with Thee.

Wherefore Thou high heaven didst spurn? Wherefore Thou to earth didst turn? Why leave heav'n to come to earth Lonely, scorned, e'en suffering death?

Thou in heav'n—the glorious One!

Thou on earth—the outcast Man! Though this suffering Thou didst know, Love would come to bear our woe.

When we think of love like this, Joy and shame our hearts possess; Joy, that Thou couldst pity thus; Shame, for such returns from us.

Yet we hope the day to see When from every hindrance free, When to Thee, in glory, brought, We shall serve Thee as we ought.

Now, O Lord, we wait for Thee, Wait "the blessed hope" to see. May we ever for Thee live, Till Thy saints Thou dost receive. HYMN NO. 106 8.8.8.8. The saints have heard His words of love, The mystic altar we have viewed; His precious promise we believed, Our peace with God has been renewed.

This lasting peace can never change, Sure as the Lord's enduring Name, Pure and established as His throne, Sweet, and from day to day the same.

Our heart may grow too cold to love, Our joy's a changing, fickle range; But this dear peace is ever sure, For our Jehovah will not change.

'Tis in His love, and not in ours,

That is for rest the surest place. He faithfully the saints protects; We're safely kept in His embrace.

Although with Him we have our home, A sure, unchanging cross He gave; The stone no longer seals that tomb, But there remains His restful grave.

Our glorious place is now in Him, Our woes, our troubles in that grave; We know our God has sent His Son, We know He died and lives to save.

We know He now forever lives Both in our heart and far above; We know He rules upon the throne, We know His faithfulness and love. HYMN NO. 107 8.6.8.8.6.8.8. (Hymns, #110) O solemn hour! O hour alone, In solitary night, When God the Father's only Son, As Man, for sinners lost, undone,

Expires—amazing sight! The Lord of glory crucified! The Lord of Life has bled and died!

O mystery of mysteries! Of life and death the tree! Center of two eternities, Which look with rapt, adoring eyes, Onward, and back to Thee! O cross of Christ, where all His pain And death is our eternal gain.

O how our inmost hearts do move, While gazing on that cross! The death of the incarnate Love! What shame, what grief, what joy we prove, That He should die for us! Our hearts were broken by that cry, "Eli, lama sabachthani!"

Worthy of death, O Lord, we were; That vengeance was our due; In grace Thou, spotless Lamb, didst bear Thyself our sins, and guilt, and fear; Justice our Surety slew. With Thee, our Surety, we have died; With Thee, we there were crucified.

Quickened with Thee with life divine, Raised with Thee from the dead; Thine Own, now human and divine, Shall with Thee in Thy glories shine, The church's living Head! We, who were worthy but to die, Now with Thee, "Abba Father," cry.

HYMN NO. 108 8.6.8.6. (Hymns, #141) Jesus, Thy head, once crown'd with thorns, Is crown'd with glory now; Heaven's royal diadem adorns The mighty Victor's brow.

Thou glorious light of courts above, Joy of the saints below, To us still manifest Thy love, That we its depths may know.

To us Thy cross with all its shame, With all its grace be giv'n; Though earth disowns Thy lowly name, God honors it in heav'n.

Who suffer with Thee, Lord, today, Shall also with Thee reign: Then let it be our joy to pay The price, this goal attain.

To us Thy cross is life and health; 'Twas shame and death to Thee; Our present glory, joy, and wealth, Our everlasting stay. HYMN NO. 109 6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4. (Hymns, #65) Jesus! that name we love, Jesus, our Lord! Jesus, all names above, Jesus, the Lord! Thou, Lord, our all must be; Nothing that's good have we, Nothing apart from Thee.

Jesus, our Lord!

As Son of Man it was, Jesus, the Lord! Thou gav'st Thy life for us, Jesus, our Lord! Great was indeed Thy love, All other loves above, Love Thou didst dearly prove, Jesus, our Lord!

Righteous alone in Thee,

Jesus, the Lord! Thou wilt a refuge be, Jesus, our Lord! Whom, then, have we to fear, What trouble, grief, or care, Since Thou art ever near, Jesus, our Lord!

Soon Thou wilt come again, Jesus, the Lord! We shall be happy then,

Jesus, our Lord! When Thine own face we see, Then shall we like Thee be, Then evermore with Thee, Jesus, our Lord! HYMN NO. 110 8.6.8.5. with chorus. As young ones we to Jesus come; His love is very great, As Son of God, yet came to us In the human state.

(Chorus) Jesus truly loves all men, He came to a world of sin, Saving young and old from sin, Bleeding precious blood.

Our Jesus, caring, good, and kind, The young ones He loves dear; The young ones whom He loves and saves, All their sins forbear.

Though young or old, we all have sins, But He's the sinless one;

Thus qualified, He saves from death; He has life alone. HYMN NO. 111 7.6.7.6.D. (Hymns, #42) By Thee, O God, invited, We look unto the Son, In whom Thy heart delighted, Who all Thy will hath done; And by the one chief treasure Thy bosom freely gave, Thine own pure love we measure, Thy willing mind to save.

O God of mercy—Father! The one unchanging claim, The brightest hopes, we gather From Christ's most precious name: What always sounds so sweetly In Thine unwearied ear, Has freed our souls completely From all our guilt and fear.

The trembling sinner feareth That God can ne'er forget; But one full payment cleareth His memory of all debt. When nought beside could free us, Or set our souls at large, The death of God's Beloved Secured a full discharge.

No wrath God's heart retaineth To usward who believe; No dread in ours remaineth As we His love receive;

Returning sons He kisses, And with His robe invests; His perfect love dismisses All terror from our breasts. HYMN NO. 112 8.6.8.6. (Hymns, #47) Father, Thy name our souls would bless, As children taught by grace, Lift up our hearts in righteousness, And joy before Thy face.

Sweet is the confidence Thou giv'st, Though high above our praise; Our hearts resort to where Thou liv'st In heaven's unclouded rays.

Eternal ages shall declare The riches of Thy grace, To those who with Thy Son shall share A son's eternal place.

Absent as yet, we rest in hope, Treading the desert path, Waiting for Him who takes us up

Beyond the pow'r of death.

We joy in Thee, Thy fullness shall Our endless portion be, Like Thine own Son, with whom we'll dwell In bright eternity.

O Holy Father, keep us here In that blest name of love, Walking before Thee without fear, Thy perfect will to prove.

HYMN NO. 113 7.7.7.8. (Hymns, #108) "Man of Sorrows," what a name For the Son of God who came Ruined sinners to reclaim! Hallelujah! what a Savior!

Bearing shame and scoffing rude, In my place condemned He stood; Sealed my pardon with His blood; Hallelujah! what a Savior!

Guilty, vile, and helpless, we, Spotless Lamb of God was He; Full redemption—can it be? Hallelujah! what a Savior!

Lifted up was He to die, "It is finished!" was His cry; Now in heaven exalted high; Hallelujah! what a Savior!

When He comes, our glorious King, To His kingdom us to bring, Then anew this song we'll sing: Hallelujah! what a Savior! HYMN NO. 114 8.6.8.6. (Hymns, #163) O for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer's praise, The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of His grace.

My gracious Master and my God, Assist me to proclaim, To spread through all the earth abroad,

The honors of Thy name.

Jesus! the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace.

His love my heart has captive made, His captive would I be, For He was bound and scourged and died, My captive soul to free.

He breaks the power of canceled sin, He sets the prisoner free; His blood can make the foulest clean; His blood availed for me.

So now Thy blessed Name I love, Thy will would e'er be mine. Had I a thousand hearts to give, My Lord, they all were Thine! HYMN NO. 115 8.6.8.6. (Hymns, #299) A mind at perfect peace with God; O what a word is this! A sinner reconciled through blood; This, this indeed is peace.

By nature and by practice far, How very far from God; Yet now by grace brought nigh to Him, Through faith in Jesus' blood.

So nigh, so very nigh to God, I cannot nearer be; For in the person of His Son

I am as near as He.

So dear, so very dear to God, More dear I cannot be; The love wherewith He loves the Son, Such is His love to me.

Why should I ever anxious be, Since such a God is mine? He watches o'er me night and day, And tells me "Mine is thine." HYMN NO. 116 8.8.6.8.8.6. (Hymns, #131) O Jesus, Lord, 'tis joy to know Thy path is o'er of shame and woe, By Thee so meekly trod. All finished is Thy work of toil, Thou reapest now the fruit and spoil, Exalted by our God.

Thy holy head, once bound with thorns, The crown of glory now adorns; Thy seat, the Father's throne. O Lord, e'en now we sing Thy praise,

Ours the eternal song to raise, Worthy the Lord alone!

We triumph in Thy triumphs, Lord, Thy joys our deepest joys afford, The fruit of love divine. While sorrowing, suff'ring, toiling here, How does the thought our spirits cheer, The throne of glory's Thine! HYMN NO. 117 8.6.8.6. (Hymns, #129)

Behold the Lamb with glory crowned, To Him all pow'r is giv'n: No place too high for Him is found, No place too high in heav'n.

He fills the throne—the throne above; Its rights to Him belong; The object of His Father's love, Theme of the ransomed's song.

Though high yet He accepts the praise His people offer here; The faintest, feeblest note they raise Will reach the Savior's ear.

This song be ours, we join in one To celebrate the Name Of Him that sits upon the throne, And to exalt the Lamb.

To Him whom men despise and slight, To Him be glory giv'n; The crown is His, and His by right The highest place in heav'n. HYMN NO. 118 8.8.8.8. (Hymns, #113) How pleasant is the sound of praise! It well becomes the saints of God; Should we refuse our songs to raise, The stones might tell our shame abroad.

For Him who washed us in His blood, Let us our sweetest songs prepare; He sought us wandering far from God, And now preserves us by His care.

One string there is of sweetest tone, Reserved for sinners saved by grace; 'Tis sacred to one class alone And touched by one peculiar race.

Though angels may with rapture see How mercy flows in Jesus' blood, It is not theirs to prove, as we, The cleansing virtue of this flood.

Though angels praise the heavenly King, And worship Him as God alone, We can with exultation sing, "He wears our nature on the throne."

Lord, we adore Thy wondrous love, Which brought Thee here to bleed and die That Thou lost sinners may restore And to the Father bring them nigh. HYMN NO. 119 8.6.8.6. (Hymns, #87) O Lord! When we the path retrace Which Thou on earth hast trod, To men Thy wondrous love and grace, Thy faithfulness to God;

Thy love, by man so sorely tried, Proved stronger than the grave; The very spear that pierced Thy side Drew forth the blood to save;

Though Thou didst pass through woes and grief, Thy works were ever good; Although midst sorrows all Thy life, Thou spak'st no murmuring word.

Faithful amidst unfaithfulness, 'Mid darkness only light, Thou didst Thy Father's name confess, And in His will delight;

Unmoved by Satan's subtle wiles, Or suffering, shame, and loss, Thy path, uncheered by earthly smiles, Led only to the cross.

We wonder at Thy lowly mind, And fain would like Thee be, And all our rest and pleasure find In learning, Lord, of Thee. HYMN NO. 120 8.6.8.6. with chorus. Redemption! Oh rejoicing sound, And word we love to hear; It quenches souls of thirsting men, And leaves no room for fear.

(Chorus) May the honor, glory, power Be unto the Lamb forever! Jesus Christ is our Redeemer! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!

We once were sin's obedient slaves, Our darkened hearts deceived; Redemption's work did grace reveal, And we God's life received.

Redemption! May the throbbing word Unto all nations sound,

The echo reach to throngs on high, All praise to Christ abound.

Redemption! Dear slain Lamb of God, Receive Your worthy praise! Our conscience touched by work divine, Our tongues Your blessings phrase. HYMN NO. 121 7.6.7.6.D. with chorus. (Hymns, #280) Lord, may Thy blood now cleanse me,

Wash all my sins away, That with Thy Holy Spirit Thou may anoint, I pray. My service, I confess, Lord, Is failure-full and weak; The filling of Thy Spirit To live for Thee I seek.

(Chorus) Oh, from myself deliver, From all its misery; I'd henceforth be forever Completely filled with Thee.

Oh, Lord, how dry my heart is, It yearns and pants for Thee; The filling of Thy Spirit Is now my fervent plea. Within the smitten Rock, Lord, I would entirely hide; Pour thru Thy living water, Till I am satisfied.

How cold my heart has been, Lord, How slow obeying Thee; So fill me with Thy Spirit,

I'll ne'er rebellious be. I lie upon Thy altar And dare not move away; Oh, may Thy flame descending Consume my all, I pray.

Oh, may Thy Cross within me Deepen its work and burn, In me enlarge Thy measure, And me to ashes turn. Oh, may Thy Spirit fill me

Each day more than before, And may Thy living water On me and thru me pour. HYMN NO. 122 6.6.8.6.D. (Hymns, #797) Revive Thy work, O Lord! Now to Thy saints appear! Oh, speak with power to every soul, And let Thy people hear!

(Chorus) Revive Thy work, O Lord! While here to Thee we bow; Descend, O gracious Lord, descend! Oh, come, and bless us now!

Revive Thy work, O Lord! And every soul inspire; Oh, kindle in each heart, we pray, The Pentecostal fire!

Revive Thy work, O Lord! Exalt Thy precious name! And may Thy love in every heart Be kindled to a flame!

Revive Thy work, O Lord! And bless to all Thy Word! And may its pure and sacred truth In living faith be heard!

Revive Thy work, O Lord! And make Thy servants bold; Convict of sin and work once more As in the days of old.

Revive Thy work, O Lord! Give Pentecostal showers! Be Thine the glory, Thine alone! The blessing, Lord, be ours! HYMN NO. 123 6.6.8.6. (Hymns, #778) Keep up the song of faith, However dark the night; And as you praise, the Lord will work To change your faith to sight.

Keep up the song of faith, And let your heart be strong, For God delights when faith can praise Though dark the night and long.

Keep up the song of faith, The foe will hear and flee; Oh, let not Satan hush your song, For praise is victory.

Keep up the song of faith, The dawn will break ere long, And we shall go to meet the Lord, And join the endless song.

HYMN NO. 124 8.8.8.8. Now we are resting in the Lamb— Who can enough His love relate? Our gross offenses, countless sins, Banished by blood that cleared our slate.

He paid the price for perfect peace, We sing His praises all the day; Both God and man are satisfied,

For blood has washed our sins away.

The stains are gone—oh, precious blood! Our conscience does not come between; Nor filth nor fault of sin is here, For God has said that we are clean.

Now we are filled with such a peace; We will go on, and not in fear: We will know peace that's sweeter still, And righteous at His side appear. HYMN NO. 125 8.8.6.8.8.6. with repeat.

Thou Son of God, our Savior dear, Through Thee redemption did appear, From sin and death to free. Thy saints Thy blessings do expound, Thou art with glory ever crowned, And seated heavenly. And seated heavenly.

Love of the Father lifted Thee, Bestowed such power, majesty; Upon His right art Thou. We praise Thy wisdom, Sovereign true,

And consecrate our all anew; Thou reignest ever now. Thou reignest ever now.

Head of the Church in righteousness, Thy members Thou didst fully bless: All that Thou hast is ours. Our life and power Thou become, In all our motives, set Thy throne, And conquer Satan's pow'rs. And conquer Satan's pow'rs.

Not long that glor'ous day shall come, Your Body will be raptured home, Ever to see Thy face. Such happy day! Thyself to see, And know that we belong to Thee, And rest in Thine embrace. And rest in Thine embrace. HYMN NO. 126 8.7.8.7.7.7. (Hymns, #158) Lord, Thy love has sought and found us Wand'ring in this desert wide; Thou hast thrown Thine arms around us, For us suffered, bled, and died. Sing, my soul! He lovèd thee, Jesus gave Himself for me.

Hark! what sounds of bitter weeping From yon lonesome garden sweep; 'Tis the Lord His vigil keeping, While His followers sink in sleep. Ah, my soul, He lovèd thee, Yes, He gave Himself for me.

He is speaking to His Father,

Tasting deep that bitter cup, Yet He takes it, willing rather For our sakes to drink it up. Oh, what love! He lovèd me! Gave Himself, my soul, for thee.

Then that closing scene of anguish: All God's waves and billows roll Over Him, there left to languish On the cross, to save my soul. Matchless love! how vast, how free,

Jesus gave Himself for me.

Hark again! His cries are waking Echoes on dark Calvary's hill; God, my God, art Thou forsaking Him who always did Thy will? Ah, my soul! it was for thee, Yes! He gave Himself for me.

Lord, we joy, Thy toils are ended, Glad Thy suff'ring time is o'er; To Thy Father's throne ascended, There Thou liv'st, to die no more. Yes, my soul, He lives for thee,

He who gave Himself for me.

Lord, we worship and adore Thee For Thy rich, Thy matchless grace; Perfect soon in joy before Thee, We shall see Thee face to face. Yet e'en now our song shall be, Jesus gave Himself for me. HYMN NO. 127 11.9.11.9. with chorus. (Hymns, #717)

O let us rejoice in the Lord evermore, Though all things around us be trying, Though floods of affliction like sea billows roar, It's better to sing than be sighing.

(Chorus) Then rejoice evermore, rejoice evermore, It is better to sing than be sighing: It is better to live than be dying; So let us rejoice evermore.

O let us rejoice in the Lord evermore, When the darts of the tempter are flying, For Satan still dreads, as he oft did of yore, Our singing much more than our sighing.

O let us rejoice in the Lord evermore, When sickness upon us is stealing, No cordial like gladness our strength can restore, For joy is the fountain of healing. HYMN NO. 128 8.6.8.6. How vast, immense, and measureless The love of Christ to me!

How else could such a wretch as I Be blessed so graciously?

To bring me back unto Himself, My Lord His all did spend; So I would gladly bear the cross And follow to the end.

My all I have forsaken now, This blessed Christ to gain; Now life or death is no concern— What else can me restrain?

My dear ones, wealth, ambition, fame— What can they offer me? My gracious Lord for me was poor; For Him I poor would be.

My precious Savior now I love, Him only would I please. For Him all gain a loss becomes, And comfort holds no ease.

Thou art my comfort, gracious Lord! I've none in heav'n but Thee. And who but Thee is there on earth With whom I love to be?

Though loneliness and trials come, My griefs I'd rise above. This only would I ask Thee, Lord: Surround me with Thy love!

O gracious Lord, I now beseech, Guide me through every stage; Stand by and strengthen me to go Through this dark, evil age.

The world, the flesh, and Satan too, Do tempt my soul apace; Without Thy love and strength'ning power I may Thy name disgrace.

The time, dear Lord, is running short; From earth my soul set free. When Thou dost come, I'll sing with joy, Hallelujah to Thee! HYMN NO. 129

8.8.8.8. (Hymns, #693) He faileth not, for He is God; He faileth not, His grace how good! He faileth not, His Word is clear; If we have God, whom need we fear?

The highest mount, He can make plain; The wildest flood, He can restrain! God of Impossibilities! Poor puny man, now learn His ways.

The axe did swim on Jordan's wave! Our God the Red Sea's waters clave! He stopped the sun! made long the day! This is the God to whom we pray.

He bars the sea with feeble sand! The proud waves bow at His command! If God is thine, what more your need? Can He not work for you indeed?

Our God is love; your needs are known; His promises He'll fully own. Our gracious God bows down His ear The feeblest, weakest cry to hear.

Our God is light, and never yet, One promise did He e'er forget. His promises in Christ the Son Are fully pledged, Yea and Amen.

Our faithful God, faith cannot break, Nor death, nor hell, His promise shake! Who ask in faith, He'll not deny; His Word is sure, He must reply.

He faileth not, let all men hear;

He faileth not, His Word is clear. He faileth not, His grace how good; He faileth not, for He is God! HYMN NO. 130 10.10.10.10. (Hymns, #671) Deep down into the depths of this Thy Name, My God, I sink and dwell in calm delight; Thou art enough however long the day, Thou art enough however dark the night.

Thou art my God—the All-sufficient One, Thou canst create for me whate'er I lack; Thy mighty hand has strewn the lonely track With miracles of love and tender care.

For me Thy trusting one. My God I dare Once more to fling myself upon Thy breast, And there adore Thy ways in faith's deep rest, And there adore Thy ways in faith's quiet rest. HYMN NO. 131 8.7.8.7.D. (Hymns, #628) Via Bethlehem we journey, We whose hearts on God are set; Babelike souls of Jesus learning, While our cheeks with tears are wet; For the manger and the stable Are not pleasant to our eyes, But our feet must follow Jesus, If our hands would grasp the prize.

Via Nazareth! the pathway Narrows still as on we go, Years of toil none understanding, Yet God teaches us to know

That the servant is not greater Than the Lord, who through long years Hid Himself from this world's glory, Follow Him! Count not the tears.

Via Galilee, we see Him! Stones are hurled, and curses hissed By the men who gather round Him, Has He not the pathway missed? No! unharmed the Savior passes, And this rough bit of the way

We must travel, since like Jesus, Nothing can our purpose stay.

Via too, the awful anguish Of the hours beneath the trees, Where the hosts of Satan linger, Awful hours of anguish these! Yet we fail not, for God's angels Minister to us, and say, "Look, beloved, at the glory, Conflict is but for a day!"

Then the Cross! for via Calvary Every royal soul must go;

Here we draw the veil, for Jesus Only can the pathway show; "If we suffer with Him," listen, Just a little, little while, And the memory will have faded In the glory of His smile!

Then the grave, with dear ones weeping, Knowing that all life has fled; (Fellow-pilgrims, art thou numbered With the men the world calls dead?) Thence we rise, and live with Jesus,

Throned above the world's mad strife, Gladly forfeiting forever, All that worldlings count as life.

On we press! and yonder gleaming, Nearing every day, we see The great walls of that fair city, God has built for such as we; And we catch the tender music Of the choirs that sing of One Who once died to have us with Him

In His kingdom, on the throne.

Just a few more miles, beloved! And our feet shall ache no more; No more sin, and no more sorrow, Hush thee, Jesus went before; And I hear Him sweetly whispering, "Faint not, fear not, still press on, For it may be ere tomorrow, The long journey will be done." HYMN NO. 132 6.5.6.5.D. (Hymns, #377) If the path I travel Lead me to the cross, If the way Thou choosest Lead to pain and loss, Let the compensation Daily, hourly, be Shadowless communion, Blessed Lord, with Thee.

If there's less of earth joy, Give, Lord, more of heaven. Let the spirit praise Thee,

Though the heart be riven; If sweet earthly ties, Lord, Break at Thy decree, Let the tie that binds us, Closer, sweeter, be.

Lonely though the pathway, Cheer it with Thy smile; Be Thou my companion Through earth's little while; Selfless may I live, Lord,

By Thy grace to be Just a cleansèd channel For Thy life through me. HYMN NO. 133 6.6.6.6.D. Once more, before we part, Bless the Redeemer's name: Let ev'ry tongue and heart Praise and adore the Lamb.

(Chorus) Jesus, the sinner's Friend, Him whom our souls adore; His praises have no end: Praise Him forever more.

Lord, in Thy grace we came; That blessing still impart: We met in Jesus' name: In Jesus' name we part.

Still on Thy Holy Word We'd live, and feed, and grow; Go on to know the Lord, And practice what we know.

We long that day to come, No more of parting ways, Stay in our Father's home, Always exult and praise.

Stanzas 1 through 3 written by Robert S. Hawker. HYMN NO. 134 6.6.6.6. with chorus. (Hymns, #997) I hear the Savior say, "Thy strength indeed is small, Child of weakness, watch and pray, Find in Me thine all in all."

(Chorus) Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe; Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow.

Lord, now indeed I find Thy pow'r, and Thine alone, Can change the leper's spots, And melt the heart of stone.

For nothing good have I Whereby Thy grace to claim— I'll wash my garments white In the blood of Calv'ry's Lamb.

And when, before the throne, I stand in Him complete, "Jesus died my soul to save," My lips shall still repeat. HYMN NO. 135

8.8.8.8. (Hymns, #1048) Just as I am, without one plea, But that Thy blood was shed for me, And that Thou bid'st me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot; To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

Just as I am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt; Fightings within, and fears without, O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind; Sight, riches, healing of the mind; Yes, all I need, in Thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve; Because Thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

Just as I am, Thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down; Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come, I come! HYMN NO. 136 6.6.8.6. with chorus. (Hymns, #1051) I hear Thy welcome voice, That calls me, Lord, to Thee, For cleansing in Thy precious blood That flowed on Calvary.

(Chorus) I am coming, Lord, Coming now to Thee: Wash me, cleanse me in the blood That flowed on Calvary.

Though coming weak and vile, Thou dost my strength assure; Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse, Till spotless all, and pure.

'Tis Jesus who confirms The blessed work within, By adding grace to welcomed grace, Where reigned the power of sin.

And He the witness gives To loyal hearts and free, That every promise is fulfilled, If faith but brings the plea.

All hail, redeeming blood! All hail, life-giving grace! All hail, the gift of Christ our Lord, Our strength and righteousness. HYMN NO. 137 Peculiar Meter. (Hymns, #1000) Working will not save me; Purest deeds that I can do, Holiest thoughts and feelings too, Cannot form my soul anew; Working will not save me.

(Chorus) Jesus wept and died for me;

Jesus suffered on the tree; Jesus waits to make me free, He alone can save me.

Weeping will not save me; Though my face were bathed in tears, That could not allay my fears, Could not wash the sins of years; Weeping will not save me.

Waiting will not save me; Helpless, guilty, lost I lie, In my ear is mercy's cry; If I wait I can but die: Waiting will not save me.

Praying will not save me; All the prayers that I could say Could not wash my sins away, All I owe could never pay: Praying will not save me.

Faith in Christ will save me; Let me trust Thy gracious Son, Trust the work that He has done, To His arms, Lord, help me run; Faith in Christ will save me. HYMN NO. 138 9.8.9.8.D. with chorus. (Hymns, #721) I'll sing of the wonderful promise That Jesus has given to me; "My strength is made perfect in weakness, My grace is sufficient for thee." And lest my poor heart should forget it, Or ever forgetful should be, He still keeps repeating the promise,

My grace is sufficient for thee.

(Chorus) Yes, over and over and over, My Savior keeps saying to me; My strength is made perfect in weakness, My grace is sufficient for thee.

His grace is sufficient to save me, And cleanse me from guilt and from sin; Sufficient to sanctify wholly, And give me His Spirit within. His grace is sufficient for trials, No matter how hard they may be, This promise stands over against them, My grace is sufficient for thee.

His grace is sufficient for sickness, Sustaining and making me whole; His grace is sufficient when sorrows Like billows roll over the soul. His grace is sufficient for service, It sets us from selfishness free, And sends us to tell to the tried ones, His grace is sufficient for thee.

His grace is sufficient to live by, And should we be summoned to die 'Twill light up the valley of shadows, And bear us away to Him nigh. Or when we shall stand in His vict'ry, And Christ in His glory shall see, We'll fall at His footstool confessing, Thy grace was sufficient for me.

It is not our grace that's sufficient, But His grace, it ever must be:

Our graces are transient and changing; His grace is unfailing as He. And so I am ever repeating His wonderful promise to me, My strength is made perfect in weakness, My grace is sufficient for thee. HYMN NO. 139 9.9.9.9. with chorus. (Hymns, #720) God hath not promised skies always blue, Flower-strewn pathways all our lives through; God hath not promised sun without rain, Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.

(Chorus) But God hath promised strength for the day, Rest for the labor, light for the way, Grace for the trials, help from above, Unfailing sympathy, undying love.

God hath not promised we shall not know Toil and temptation, trouble and woe; He hath not told us we shall not bear Many a burden, many a care.

God hath not promised smooth roads and wide, Swift, easy travel, needing no guide; Never a mountain, rocky and steep, Never a river, turbid and deep.

Copyright. Permission granted by Evangelical Publishers, Toronto, Canada. HYMN NO. 140 8.6.8.6. Lord, it belongs not to my care Whether I die or live. To love and serve Thee is my share,

And this Thy grace must give.

If life be long, I will be glad That I may long obey; If short, yet why should I be sad To soar to endless day?

Christ leads me through no darker rooms Than He went through before; He that into God's Kingdom comes Must enter by this door.

Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see; For, if Thy work on earth be sweet, What will Thy glory be?

My knowledge of that life is small; The eye of faith is dim; But 'tis enough that Christ knows all, And I shall be with Him.

Words by Richard Baxter.

HYMN NO. 141 8.6.8.6.D. (Hymns, #395) O Jesus Christ, grow Thou in me, And all things else recede; My heart be daily nearer Thee, From sin be daily freed.

(Chorus) Each day let Thy supporting might My weakness still embrace; My darkness vanish in Thy light, Thy life my death efface.

In Thy bright beams which on me fall, Fade every evil thought; That I am nothing, Thou art all, I would be daily taught.

More of Thy glory let me see, Thou Holy, Wise, and True; I would Thy living image be, In joy and sorrow too.

Fill me with gladness from above, Hold me by strength divine; Lord, let the glow of Thy great love Through all my being shine.

Make this poor self grow less and less, Be Thou my life and aim; Oh, make me daily through Thy grace More meet to bear Thy name. HYMN NO. 142 8.6.8.6. (Hymns, #367) Be Thou supreme, O Jesus Christ, Nor creed, nor form, nor word, Nor holy Church, nor human love, Compare with Thee, my Lord!

Be Thou supreme, O Jesus Christ, Thy love has conquered me; Beneath Thy Cross I die to self, And live alone to Thee.

Be Thou supreme, O Jesus Christ, My inmost being fill; So shall I think as Thou dost think, And will as Thou dost will.

Be Thou supreme, O Jesus Christ, Thy life transfigure mine; And through this veil of mortal flesh, Lord, let Thy splendor shine.

Be Thou supreme, O Jesus Christ, My soul exults in Thee; To be Thy slave, to do Thy will, Is my felicity. HYMN NO. 143 8.8.8.8.8.8. (Hymns, #423) Thou hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed no man knows, I see from far Thy beauteous light, Only I sigh for Thy repose; My heart is pained, nor can it be At rest, till it finds rest in Thee.

Thy secret voice invites me still The sweetness of Thy yoke to prove; And fain I would: but though my will Seems fixed, yet wide my passions rove; Yet hindrances strew all the way;

I aim at Thee, yet from Thee stray.

'Tis mercy all, that Thou hast brought My mind to seek her peace in Thee; Yet, while I seek but find Thee not, No peace my wand'ring soul shall see. Oh, when shall all my wand'rings end, And all my steps to Thee-ward tend!

Is there a thing beneath the sun That strives with Thee my heart to share? Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,

The Lord of every motion there. Then shall my heart from earth be free, When it has found repose in Thee.

Oh, hide this self from me, that I No more, but Christ in me may live; My vile affections mortify, Nor let one darling sin survive. In all things nothing may I see, Nothing desire or seek but Thee.

O Lord, Thy sovereign aid impart, To save me from low-thoughted care; Chase this self-will through all my heart, Through all its latent mazes there. Make me Thy duteous child, that I Ceaseless may Abba, Father, cry.

Each moment draw from earth away My heart which lowly waits Thy call; Speak to my inmost soul and say, "I am Thy Love, Thy God, Thy All." To feel Thy power, to hear Thy voice, To taste Thy love, be all my choice.

HYMN NO. 144 7.6.7.6. (Hymns, #467) This day the Lord has spoken, This day my choice is made: I will be all for Jesus, Who all for me has paid.

Now His shall be the empire, In all things over me; And I will be His bond slave, Yet gloriously free.

From henceforth, owning nothing, I cannot lose at all; I cannot well be poorer, Whatever may befall.

Yet could I not be richer, If I the world should gain; For heav'n and earth shall perish, But Jesus will remain.

And He will be my treasure, And He my boundless store; And those who live on Jesus, Will never hunger more.

Though I am utter weakness, In Him I shall prevail; And though my love may falter, Yet His will never fail. HYMN NO. 145 9.7.9.7. with chorus. (Hymns, #722) The cross that He gave may be heavy, But it ne'er outweighs His grace; The storm that I feared may surround me, But it ne'er excludes His face.

(Chorus) The cross is not greater than His grace, The storm cannot hide His blessed face; I am satisfied to know That with Jesus here below, I can conquer every foe.

The thorns in my path are not sharper Than composed His crown for me;

The cup that I drink not more bitter Than He drank in Gethsemane.

The light of His love shineth brighter, As it falls on paths of woe; The toil of my work groweth lighter, As I stoop to raise the low.

His will I have joy in fulfilling, As I'm walking in His sight; My trials more blessings are bringing, Christ in them is my delight. HYMN NO. 146 10.10.10.10. with chorus. (Hymns, #486) Dying with Jesus, by death reckoned mine; Living with Jesus a new life divine; Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine, Moment by moment, O Lord, I am Thine.

(Chorus) Moment by moment I'm kept in His love, Moment by moment I've life from above; Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine; Moment by moment, O Lord, I am Thine.

Never a battle with wrong for the right, Never a contest that He doth not fight; Lifting above us His banner so white; Moment by moment I'm kept in His sight.

Never a trial that He is not there, Never a burden that He doth not bear; Never a sorrow that He doth not share, Moment by moment, I'm under His care.

Never a heartache, and never a groan,

Never a teardrop, and never a moan; Never a danger but there on the throne Moment by moment He thinks of His own.

Never a weakness that He doth not feel, Never a sickness that He cannot heal; Moment by moment, in woe or in weal, Jesus, my Savior, abides with me still. HYMN NO. 147 10.9.10.9.D. (Hymns, #310)

Once I was bound by sin's galling fetters, Chained like a slave I struggled in vain; But I received a glorious freedom, When Jesus broke my fetters in twain.

(Chorus) Glorious freedom, wonderful freedom, No more in chains of sin I repine! Jesus the glorious Emancipator, Now and forever He shall be mine.

Freedom from all the carnal affections, Freedom from envy, hatred, and strife; Freedom from vain and worldly ambitions,

Freedom from all that saddened my life.

Freedom from pride and all sinful follies, Freedom from love and glitter of gold; Freedom from evil temper and anger, Glorious freedom, rapture untold.

Freedom from fear with all of its torments, Freedom from care with all of its pain; Freedom in Christ my blessed Redeemer, He who has rent my fetters in twain.

Copyright, 1917. Words by Haldor Lillenas. Renewed 1945 by Nazarene Publishing House. Used by permission. HYMN NO. 148 6.6.9.6.6.9. with chorus. (Hymns, #582) When we walk with the Lord In the light of His Word, What a glory He sheds on our way; While we do His good will, He abides with us still,

And with all who will trust and obey.

(Chorus) Trust and obey, For there's no other way To be happy in Jesus, But to trust and obey.

Not a shadow can rise, Not a cloud in the skies, But His smile quickly drives it away; Not a doubt or a fear, Not a sigh or a tear, Can abide while we trust and obey.

Not a burden we bear, Not a sorrow we share, But our toil He doth richly repay; Not a grief or a loss, Not a frown or a cross, But is blest if we trust and obey.

But we never can prove The delights of His love, Until all on the altar we lay; For the favor He shows,

And the joy He bestows, Are for them who will trust and obey.

Then in fellowship sweet We will sit at His feet, Or we'll walk by His side in the way; What He says we will do; Where He sends, we will go, Never fear, only trust and obey. HYMN NO. 149

8.7.8.7.D. (Hymns, #437) Hast thou heard Him, seen Him, known Him? Is not thine a captured heart? Chief among ten thousand own Him; Joyful choose the better part.

(Chorus) Captivated by His beauty, Worthy tribute haste to bring; Let His peerless worth constrain thee, Crown Him now unrivaled King.

Idols once they won thee, charmed thee, Lovely things of time and sense;

Gilded thus does sin disarm thee, Honeyed lest thou turn thee thence.

What has stripped the seeming beauty From the idols of the earth? Not a sense of right or duty, But the sight of peerless worth.

Not the crushing of those idols, With its bitter void and smart; But the beaming of His beauty, The unveiling of His heart.

Who extinguishes their taper Till they hail the rising sun? Who discards the garb of winter Till the summer has begun?

'Tis that look that melted Peter, 'Tis that face that Stephen saw, 'Tis that heart that wept with Mary, Can alone from idols draw:

Draw and win and fill completely, Till the cup o'erflow the brim; What have we to do with idols Who have companied with Him? HYMN NO. 150 10.10.10.10. with chorus. (Hymns, #730) Pressed out of measure, pressed beyond all length; Pressed so intensely, seeming beyond strength; Pressed in the body, pressed within the soul, Pressed in the mind till darksome surges roll.

(Chorus) God is my hope and God is my joy; He is the resurrection life I enjoy.

Pressure by foes, and pressure from our friends; Pressure on pressure, till life nearly ends; Pressed into knowing none to help but God, Pressed into loving both the staff and rod.

Pressed into liberty where nothing clings, Pressed into faith for hard and hopeless things; Pressed into life, a life in Christ the Lord, Pressed into life, the life of Christ outpoured.

HYMN NO. 151 8.7.8.7.D. with chorus. (Hymns, #438) I've turned my back upon the world With all its idle pleasures, And set my heart on better things, On higher, holier treasures; No more its glitter and its glare, And vanity shall blind me; I've crossed the separating line, And left the world behind me.

Far, far behind me! Far, far behind me! I've crossed the separating line, And left the world behind me.

I've left the old sad life of sin, Its follies all forsaken; My standing place is now in Christ, His holy vows I've taken; Beneath the standard of the cross The world henceforth shall find me; I've passed in Christ from death to life, And left the world behind me.

Far, far behind me! Far, far behind me! I've passed in Christ from death to life, And left the world behind me.

My soul shall ne'er return again Back to its former station, For here alone is perfect peace, And rest from condemnation; I've made exchange of masters now, The vows of glory bind me, And once for all I've left the world,

Yes, left the world behind me.

Far, far behind me! Far, far behind me! And once for all I've left the world, Yes, left the world behind me.

My choice is made forevermore, I want no other Savior; I ask no purer happiness Than His sweet love and favor; My heart is fixed on Jesus Christ, No more the world shall blind me; I've crossed the Red Sea of His death, And left the world behind me.

Far, far behind me! Far, far behind me! I've crossed the Red Sea of His death, And left the world behind me. HYMN NO. 152 7.6.7.6. with chorus. (Hymns, #650) O doubting, struggling Christian, Why thus in anguish pray?

O cease to doubt and struggle, There is a better way.

(Chorus) O settle it all with Jesus, O settle it all today; O cease to doubt and struggle, O cease to plead and pray; O rest in His word forever, And settle it all today.

Give up thy will to Jesus,

And trust Him though He slay; Hush all thy fears and questions, And settle it today.

O soul so tossed with tempest, Upon His promise stay; Cast out faith's strong sheet anchor, And settle it today.

Lord, I give up the struggle, To Thee commit my way; I trust Thy word forever, And settle it today.

Used by permission of Christian Publications, Inc., Harrisburg, Pa. HYMN NO. 153 Peculiar Meter. (Hymns, #692) There's a little word that the Lord has giv'n For our help in the hour of need: Let us reckon ourselves to be dead to sin, To be dead and dead indeed.

(Chorus) Let us reckon, reckon, reckon, Let us reckon, rather than feel; Let us be true to the reck'ning, And He will make it real.

There's another word that the Lord has giv'n, In the very same verse we read, Let us reckon ourselves as alive in Him, As alive and alive indeed.

While we trust in feeling or inward frames We shall always be tossed about,

Let us anchor fast to the Word of God, And reckon away our doubt.

As the mariner, when the skies are dim, Sails on by his compass true; So our faith would cling to the promise firm, And reckon the journey through.

O how sweet it is to be anchored fast To a hope that can never fail; Let us reckon on with a firmer trust, Till we anchor within the veil.

You may claim the promise from every pain, You may know His power to heal; But your faith must rest in His word alone, And reckon, rather than feel. HYMN NO. 154 8.3.8.3. with chorus. (Hymns, #690) Hark! a voice from heav'n proclaiming, "It is done." Faith repeats the echo claiming, "It is done."

(Chorus) Hear the message from the throne, Claim the promise, doubting one; God hath spoken, "It is done." Faith has answered, "It is done." Prayer is over, praise begun. Hallelujah, "It is done."

Hear the bleeding Savior crying, "It is done." Claim His finished work, replying, "It is done."

Yield thyself in consecration, "It is done." Take the Lord for full salvation, "It is done."

Claim the promise of His healing, "It is done." Trust without a sign or feeling, "It is done."

Say of every promised blessing, "It is done." Rest upon His word, confessing, "It is done."

This the secret of receiving, "It is done." Take Him at His word believing, "It is done." HYMN NO. 155 8.5.8.5. (Hymns, #451) Not by wrestling, but by clinging Shall we be most blest; Wrestling only brings us sorrow; Clinging brings us rest.

When we stay our feeble efforts, And from struggling cease, Unconditional surrender Brings us God's own peace.

Lean we all our weight on Jesus, Who alone can save; He by might of love hath triumphed O'er His willing slave.

Yielding, we shall know true conquest; Dying, we shall live; "Not my will, but Thine" prevaileth, Victory to give. HYMN NO. 156 8.6.8.6. with chorus. (Hymns, #468) Am I a soldier of the Cross— A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own His cause,

Or blush to speak His name?

(Chorus) In the name, the precious name, Of Him who died for me, Through grace I'll win the promised crown, Whate'er my cross may be.

Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize And sailed through bloody seas?

Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God?

Since I must fight if I would reign, Increase my courage, Lord! I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by Thy Word. HYMN NO. 157 7.7.7.6. (Hymns, #226)

For the bread and for the wine, For the pledge that seals Him mine, For the words of love divine, We give Thee thanks, O Lord.

Only bread and only wine, Yet to faith, the solemn sign Of the heav'nly and divine! We give Thee thanks, O Lord.

For the words that turn our eye To the cross of Calvary, Bidding us in faith draw nigh, We give Thee thanks, O Lord.

For the words that fragrance breathe These plain symbols underneath, Words that His own peace bequeath, We give Thee thanks, O Lord.

For Thy words in Spirit shown, For Thy will to us made known, "Do ye this until I come," We give Thee thanks, O Lord.

Till He come we take the bread, Type of Him on whom we feed, Him who liveth and was dead! We give Thee thanks, O Lord.

Till He come we take the cup; As we at His table sup, Eye and heart are lifted up! We give Thee thanks, O Lord.

For that coming, here foreshown, For that day to man unknown,

For the glory and the throne, We give Thee thanks, O Lord. HYMN NO. 158 6.6.6.6.8.8. Praise and unceasing praise! A Savior's grace supplied! Our boundless thanks to Him Who grieved and bled and died. Behold, God's Son on Golgotha; For you and me He's crucified.

Nor friend's nor parent's love Could reach this deep or wide; Sinners redeemed must sing A Savior's love applied. Behold, God's Son on Golgotha; For you and me He's crucified.

Sinners redeemed defeat The snake that came and lied; Nothing can keep us now From Christ's own loving side. Behold, God's Son on Golgotha; For you and me He's crucified. HYMN NO. 159 8.5.8.5.D. (Hymns, #890) Hallelujah! Christ is Victor, Tell with every breath, That the Savior still is conqu'ror Over sin and death.

(Chorus) Hallelujah! Christ is Victor, Tell where'er you go,

That the Lord is still the conqu'ror, Over every foe.

Hallelujah! Christ is Victor, Pain and sickness flee, When we plead the mighty victory Won on Calvary.

Hallelujah! Christ is Victor, Therefore do and dare; Go wherever Jesus sends you In prevailing prayer.

Hallelujah! Christ is Victor, No defeat nor fear Evermore must dim thy vision! Christ the way will clear.

Hallelujah! Christ is Victor, Soon His voice shall ring, "Come ye conquerors, come up hither, Join thy conquering King." HYMN NO. 160 8.8.6.8.8.6. (Hymns, #1003) Why should I worry, doubt, and fear? Has God not caused His Son to bear My sins upon the tree? The debt that Christ for me has paid, Would God another mind have made To claim again from me?

Redemption full the Lord has made, And all my debts has fully paid, From law to set me free. I fear not for the wrath of God, For I've been sprinkled with His blood,

It wholly covers me.

For me forgiveness He has gained, And full acquittal was obtained, All debts of sin are paid; God would not have His claim on two, First on His Son, my Surety true, And then upon me laid.

So now I have full peace and rest, My Savior Christ hath done the best And set me wholly free; By His all-efficacious blood I ne'er could be condemned by God, For He has died for me! HYMN NO. 161 8.8.8.8. (Hymns, #462) How shall I follow Him I serve? How shall I copy Him I love? Nor from those blessed footsteps swerve, Which lead me to His seat above?

Privations, sorrows, bitter scorn, The life of toil, the mean abode,

The faithless kiss, the crown of thorn— Are these the consecrated road?

Lord, should my path through suff'ring lie, Forbid it I should e'er repine; Still let me turn to Calvary, Nor heed my griefs, rememb'ring Thine.

O let me think how Thou didst leave Untasted every pure delight, To fast, to faint, to watch, to grieve, The toilsome day, the homeless night:

To faint, to grieve, to die for me! Thou camest, not Thyself to please; And, dear as earthly comforts be, Shall I not love Thee more than these? HYMN NO. 162 8.7.8.7.8.7. (Hymns, #1032) Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, Weak and wounded, sick and sore; Jesus ready waits to save you,

Full of pity, love, and pow'r: He is able, He is able, He is willing, doubt no more.

Come, ye needy, come and welcome; God's free bounty glorify; True belief and true repentance, Every grace that brings us nigh, Without money, without money, Come to Jesus Christ and buy.

Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream; All the fitness He requireth

Is to feel your need of Him: This He gives you, this He gives you, 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.

Come, ye weary, heavy laden, Lost and ruined by the fall; If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all: Not the righteous, not the righteous, Sinners Jesus came to call.

Agonizing in the garden,

Your Redeemer prostrate lies; On the bloody tree behold Him! Hear Him cry, before He dies, "It is finished!" "It is finished!" Sinner, will not this suffice?

Lo! th' incarnate God, ascended, Pleads the merit of His blood; Venture on Him, venture wholly; Let no other trust intrude: None but Jesus, none but Jesus,

Can do helpless sinners good.

HYMN NO. 163 10.10.10.10. (Hymns, #225) Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face; Here faith can touch and handle things unseen; Here would I grasp with firmer hand Thy grace, And all my weariness upon Thee lean.

Here would I feed upon the Bread of God; Here drink with Thee the royal wine of heav'n; Here would I lay aside each earthly load; Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiv'n.

I have no help but Thine; nor do I need Another arm save Thine to lean upon; It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed; My strength is in Thy might, Thy might alone.

This is the hour of banquet and of song; This is the heav'nly table spread for me; Here let me feast, and, feasting, still prolong The brief bright hour of fellowship with Thee.

Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear; The feast, though not the love, is past and gone;

The bread and wine remove, but Thou art here, Nearer than ever still our Shield and Sun.

Feast after feast thus comes and passes by, Yet passing, points to the glad feast above, Giving sweet foretastes of the festal joy, The Lamb's great bridal-feast of bliss and love. HYMN NO. 164 8.8.8.8. (Hymns, #578) My will is weak, my strength is frail,

And all my hope is nearly gone; I can but trust Thy working true To gently hold and lead me on.

I've tried my best, but still have failed, E'en as before I've failed and erred; Thy patience is my only trust To hold and keep me to Thy word.

Whene'er my heart is lifted up, How very near I am to fall; I dare not do, I dare not think, I need Thyself in great or small.

Thou art my Savior, strength and stay, O Lord, I come to seek Thy face; Though I'm the weakest of the weak, My strength is nothing but Thy grace. HYMN NO. 165 8.7.8.7.D. (Hymns, #511) Jesus only is our message, Jesus all our theme shall be; We will lift up Jesus ever, Jesus only will we see.

(Chorus) Jesus only, Jesus ever, Jesus all in all we sing, Savior, Sanctifier, and Healer, Glorious Lord and coming King.

Jesus only is our Savior, All our guilt He bore away, He, our righteousness forever, All our strength from day to day.

Jesus is our Sanctifier, Saving us from self and sin, And with all His Spirit's fullness, Filling all our hearts within.

Jesus only is our Healer, All our sicknesses He bare, And His risen life and fullness, All His members still may share.

Jesus only is our Power, He the gift of Pentecost; Jesus, breathe Thy pow'r upon us, Fill us with the Holy Ghost.

And for Jesus we are waiting, List'ning for the Advent Call; But 'twill still be Jesus only, Jesus ever, all in all. HYMN NO. 166 10.7.10.7. with chorus. Jesus waits for you, hoping you will come In the years that you are giv'n. Jesus calls again, through repentance come

To enjoy the peace of heav'n.

(Chorus) He is calling, calling; hear Him calling now, That you might His grace receive; He is able, willing, waiting to redeem, Ready that you might believe.

You've been wandering, wand'ring for some ways, Sinking in the grip of sin. Yet He's patient still, patient as He sways, Weary hearts He wants to win.

Many times He called, though you've turned away; He is caring still for you. He will not allow His love to be swayed As He urges you anew.

To His call submit, find His love your home; Jesus now yet waits for you. He is calling still, "Unto Me now come." Answer to Him, "Yes, I do." HYMN NO. 167 11.11.11.7. with chorus. (Hymns, #1034) "Whosoever heareth!" shout, shout the sound! Send the blessed tidings all the world around; Spread the joyful news wherever man is found: "Whosoever will may come!"

(Chorus) "Whosoever will! whosoever will!" Send the proclamation over vale and hill; 'Tis a loving Father calls the wand'rer home: "Whosoever will may come!"

"Whosoever cometh" need not delay,

Now the door is open, enter while you may; Jesus is the true, the only Living Way: "Whosoever will may come!"

"Whosoever will!" the promise is secure; "Whosoever will," forever must endure; "Whosoever will!" 'tis life forevermore; "Whosoever will may come." HYMN NO. 168 10.10.10.6. with chorus. (Hymns, #1014)

Oh, what a Savior that He died for me! From condemnation He hath made me free; "He that believeth on the Son" saith He, "Hath everlasting life."

(Chorus) "Verily, verily, I say unto you;" "Verily, verily," message ever new! "He that believeth on the Son"—'tis true!— "Hath everlasting life!"

All my iniquities on Him were laid, All my indebtedness by Him was paid; All who believe on Him, the Lord hath said,

"Hath everlasting life."

Though poor and needy, I can trust my Lord; Though weak and sinful, I believe His word; Oh, glad message; every child of God "Hath everlasting life."

Though all unworthy, yet I will not doubt; For him that cometh He will not cast out: "He that believeth"—oh, the good news shout! "Hath everlasting life."

HYMN NO. 169 8.8.8.8.8.8. (Hymns, #1047) Eternity! Eternity! How will you spend Eternity? This question comes to you and me! How will you spend Eternity? Tell me, what shall your answer be— How will you spend Eternity?

Eternity! Eternity! How will you spend Eternity?

Many are choosing Christ today, Turning from all their sins away; Christ shall their blessed portion be: How will you spend Eternity?

Eternity! Eternity! How will you spend Eternity? Leaving the strait and narrow way, Going the downward road today, What shall the final ending be— How will you spend Eternity?

Eternity! Eternity! How will you spend Eternity?

Turn, and believe this very hour, Trust in the Savior's grace and power: Then shall your joyous answer be, Saved through a long Eternity! HYMN NO. 170 8.7.8.7. with chorus. (Hymns, #697) Weary pilgrim on life's pathway— Struggling on beneath thy load— Hear these words of consolation, "Cast thy burden on the Lord."

(Chorus) Cast thy burden on the Lord! Cast thy burden on the Lord, And He will strengthen thee, sustain and comfort thee— Cast thy burden on the Lord.

Are thy tired feet unsteady? Does thy lamp no light afford? Is thy cross too great and heavy? "Cast thy burden on the Lord."

Are the ties of friendship severed? Hushed the voices fondly heard? Breaks thy heart with weight of anguish? "Cast thy burden on the Lord."

Does thy heart with faintness falter? Does thy mind forget His word? Does thy strength succumb to weakness? "Cast thy burden on the Lord."

He will hold thee up from falling; He will guide thy steps aright; He will strengthen each endeavor; He will keep thee by His might. HYMN NO. 171 8.7.8.7.D. with chorus. Why grasp riches, harbor worry? God's own servant will be fed; If our God controls your outlays You will not to drought be led. Daily new demands may threaten, Daily He has fresh supply; You are His endeared creation—

Trust His path, not asking why.

(Chorus) Show your love and give your substance; Still some measure will remain. For your love and giving action, God will bless and bless again.

Trust! More time you needn't borrow; Though not fast, it is not slow. Trust! The bottle will not empty; From His means He will bestow. Though the lily may be naked, Though the bird is short of aid, Yet the flour for the widow By her using didn't fade.

Why be anxious for tomorrow? In your hand is what He gave. Wherefore, try tomorrow's worries? Thank your God for what you have. Love is living, life is giving, Spending doesn't wealth reduce. When your small supply seems wasted, Then God's blessing's more profuse.

HYMN NO. 172 6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4. Do come to Jesus now; Jesus is here. Don't follow death below; Jesus is here. Draw near while still you may; Come while there is today. What reason to delay? Jesus is here.

Do come to Jesus now; Jesus is here. Nor drift, sure loss allow; Jesus is here. The Savior's favor gain; Break now from Satan's chain; Love not this world again. Jesus is here.

Do come to Jesus now; Jesus is here. Nor doubt nor wonder how; Jesus is here. Though great your sins may be, He loves you fervently. Leave your anxiety; Jesus is here.

Do come to Jesus now; Jesus is here. To His dominion bow; Jesus is here. Redemption's work is done; He is your hope alone;

Unto His welcome run. Jesus is here. HYMN NO. 173 8.6.8.6. (Hymns, #207) Lord Jesus! when we think of Thee, Of all Thy love and grace, Our spirits long and fain would see Thy beauty face to face.

And though the wilderness we tread, A barren, thirsty ground,

With thorns and briars overspread, Where foes and snares abound;

Yet in Thy love such depths we see, Our hearts o'erflow with praise— Content ourselves, while, Lord to Thee A joyful song we raise.

Our Lord, our Life, our Rest, our Shield, Our Rock, our Food, our Light; Each thought of Thee doth constant yield Unchanging, fresh delight.

Blest Savior, keep our spirit stayed, Hard following after Thee, Till we, in victory displayed, Thy face in glory see. HYMN NO. 174 8.7.8.7. with chorus. (Hymns, #93) Lord, we treasure with affection All Thy path of sorrow here, And those closing scenes of anguish To our hearts Thyself endear.

(Chorus) Praise Thee, Savior! Praise Thee, Savior! Praise Thee, Lord, for sinners slain! Give Thee glory! Give Thee glory! Give Thee glory for the life we gain!

Deep Thy sorrow then, Lord Jesus, Deeper far than thought can reach; Grief intense and suff'rings holy, Far beyond all tongues to teach.

None could follow there, blest Savior,

When redemption's work was done; For those suff'rings, deep, unfathomed, Were, Lord Jesus, Thine alone!

Thou didst measure then sin's distance, Darkness, wrath, and curse were Thine; Man-betrayed, by God forsaken; Thus we learn Thy love divine! HYMN NO. 175 6.6.4.6.6.6.4. (Hymns, #429)

My faith looks up to Thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Savior Divine; Now hear me while I pray; Take all my guilt away; Oh, let me from this day Be wholly Thine.

May Thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart, My zeal inspire; As Thou hast died for me, Oh, may my love to Thee Pure, warm, and changeless be, A living fire.

While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.

All thru life's transient dream, Until death's sullen stream

Shall o'er me roll, Blest Savior, with Thy love, Fear and distrust remove; Make me Thy grace to prove Transform my soul. HYMN NO. 176 Peculiar Meter. Jesus is my King all-glorious, so wide, so deep His love; From His throne He came, a seeking shepherd He, Humbly placed in borrowed manger, to Egypt then escaped, Later called the Nazarene from Galilee. For thirty-three years serving, despised, refused by men, Preaching everywhere God's kingdom not to miss, Healing, teaching, suffering hunger, no bed His aches to cheer, So immense, so wonderful a love is this.

He, my King, my Lord, my Savior, my welling Fount of love, Walked the lonely path to dark Gethsemane. Sweat like blood-drops for my peril, obeyed His Father's will, Paid the price to save all men eternally. Despised, man's insult's taking, the sinner's blame endured, Bore the cross unto Golgotha willingly, Scarred by nails and scarred by spear, whence blood and water streamed, So immense His love expressed to full degree.

Jesus is my King of mercy, with love immeasurable; On the cross He prayed, and mercy's heart was shown. There a dying thief repented, received salvation's word; Jesus bore all sins, rejected left alone. What piercing pain and sorrow, with vinegar and gall, Unto God He did depart victorious, Resurrected and ascended, our interceding Christ, He reveals His love so deep and wonderous.

Jesus is my King victorious; His love my heart has touched. For this sinner He has died, His love to show. I am healed and cleansed completely, and in His mercies rest, Taught by Him and guided, on His path I go. Temptations fierce unheeding, salvation is my wall; I'm empowered daily as I go along. With eyes on Him in glory, I sing with heart renewed, And His love is all the message of my song. HYMN NO. 177

10.9.10.9.D. (Hymns, #398) O to be like Thee! blessed Redeemer; This is my constant longing and prayer; Gladly I'll forfeit all of earth's treasures, Jesus, Thy perfect likeness to wear.

(Chorus) O to be like Thee! O to be like Thee! Blessed Redeemer, pure as Thou art; Come in Thy sweetness, come in Thy fullness; Stamp Thine own image deep on my heart.

O to be like Thee! full of compassion, Loving, forgiving, tender, and kind,

Helping the helpless, cheering the fainting, Seeking the wand'ring sinners to find.

O to be like Thee! lowly in spirit, Holy and harmless, patient and brave; Meekly enduring cruel reproaches, Willing to suffer, others to save.

O to be like Thee! Lord, I am coming, Now to receive th' anointing divine; All that I am and have I am bringing; Lord, from this moment all shall be Thine.

O to be like Thee! While I am pleading Pour out Thy Spirit, fill with Thy love. Make me a temple meet for Thy dwelling, Fit for a life which Thou wouldst approve. HYMN NO. 178 11.11.11.11. with chorus. (Hymns, #112) How sweet is the story of Christ's boundless love, That brought Him to suffer from glory above! He died in our stead upon Calvary's tree,

Obtaining redemption that we might be free.

(Chorus) Sound His praise! Sound His praise! All the work has been done; Praise His name! Praise His name! Jesus, God's blessed Son. We give Him the glory, our Savior and Friend; Our song is of Jesus and never will end.

How wondrous the story! the law's holy claims Were met by the blood which redemption proclaims. The judgment of sin has been borne by the Son, Who glorified God in the work He has done.

How brilliant the glory where Christ is enthroned How rightly His name above others is owned! Yes, Jesus, the Savior, the glory-crowned Lord, Is worthy by all to be ever adored. HYMN NO. 179 9.9.6.6.6.4 "Almost persuaded," now to believe; "Almost persuaded," Christ to receive; Seems now some soul to say, "Go, Spirit, go Thy way,

Some more convenient day On Thee I'll call."

"Almost persuaded," come, come today; "Almost persuaded," turn not away; Jesus invites you here, Angels are ling'ring near, Prayers rise from hearts so dear, O wand'rer, come.

"Almost persuaded," harvest is past! "Almost persuaded," doom comes at last! "Almost" cannot avail; "Almost" is but to fail! Sad, sad, that bitter wail, "Almost," but lost!

Please be persuaded, He is so good; Please be persuaded, trust in His blood; Jesus forgives your sins, All vileness He can cleanse; His death your only means, Open your heart.

Now be persuaded; please, sinner, come. Now be persuaded, make Christ your home. Jesus is calling you, Yield, all you need to do; Blessing will come anew, Believe Him now.

Stanzas 1 through 3 written by P. P. Bliss. 1951 Inspiring Hymns, Alfred B. Smith, Singspiration, Inc. Zondervan Publishing House, Grand Rapids, Michigan. HYMN NO. 180 7.6.7.6.D. with chorus.

Once I had a fervent heart, And growth in Christ did seek. Sadly now I love the world; My walk with Him is weak. Day and night I was refreshed, In testimony bold, Minding not the sufferings, But now my heart is cold.

(Chorus) How was I distracted—

The Father to ignore? In deep grief He acted, How can my heart ignore?

Once I yielded all my heart. Not serving for reward; But the world has used me now; I'm with the worldly hoard. Once I worshipped, now I roam, Indulging to amuse; Wasting days, repenting not; I precious grace refuse.

Once my heart loved only Him,

And time with Him would keep; Ardently I thought of Him In waking and asleep. Worldly favor then I shunned, The things did disregard; Now those worldly things I seek, By earth I now am marred.

At His throne I knelt each day, And glory filled my heart; Union to His will I vowed, Nor wanted to depart.

Happily my choice I'd lose, None else but His to seek. But much time has passed since then; My zeal for God is weak.

Lab'ring vainly 'neath the sun Like shadow and like wind, Far from His directed flock, To vanity did tend. Things of earth will soon be gone; Why let them rule my soul?

Once I watched for His return; Why take the wav'ring role?

Soon the Morning Star appears; All life on earth grows short. This foul place I then must leave, Unto His arms resort. Satan and his world reject, Taste new grace once again, Now regain my long lost love, Refuse my shameful stain.

(Chorus) To His path returning,

All the world ignoring, Glory soon appearing I'd suffer willingly. HYMN NO. 181 6.5.7.5. (Hymns, #306) I belong to Jesus; I am not my own; All I have and all I am, Shall be His alone.

I belong to Jesus;

He is Lord and King, Reigning in my inmost heart, Over everything.

I belong to Jesus; What can hurt or harm, When He folds around my soul His almighty Arm?

I belong to Jesus; Blessed, blessed thought! With His own most precious blood Has my soul been bought.

I belong to Jesus; He has died for me; I am His and He is mine Through eternity.

I belong to Jesus; And ere long I'll be With my precious Savior there In His royalty. HYMN NO. 182 8.7.8.7. Though we waver as the seasons, He will every change endure; Not in vain He gives His promise, Though our world remains impure.

Our heart may be changing often, But our need He won't forsake. Though we spurn Him, still He loves us; Worldly friends our hearts would break.

He responds with faithful keeping

All that we to Him would trust. To the uttermost He loves us, Ever loving us He must.

We remain unfair, rebellious, Grieve His heart, His love forget, Quickly bow unto some idol, Strangely never feel regret.

Idols quickly tarnish, vanish, Powerless to meet our need; He to whom we've been ungrateful Is a changeless friend indeed.

He receives us, loves and comforts, Brings us closer to His heart; He consoles through changing seasons, And His love will ne'er depart.

Lord, upon such care reflecting, For Your love we shout Your praise; Our hearts melt with grateful worship, We give thanks through endless days. HYMN NO. 183 10.4.10.4.10.10. (Hymns, #52) Father, to Thee a joyful song we raise With all Thine own; And in Thy presence sound a note of praise To Thee alone; Bro't nigh, bro't home to Thee—O wondrous grace, That gives us now with Thine own Son our place.

How deep the holy joy that fills that scene, Where love is known! Thy love, our God and Father, now is seen, In Him alone;

As, in the holy calm of Thine own rest, He leads the praise of those Thy love has blessed.

He leads the praise! How precious to Thine ear The song He sings! How precious, too, to Thee—how near, how dear Are those He brings To share His place: 'twas thus that Thou didst plan; Thou lovedst Him before the world began. HYMN NO. 184

11.10.11.10. with chorus. (Hymns, #918) Christians, make haste, your mission high fulfilling, To tell to all the world that God is Light, That He who made all nations is not willing One soul should perish, lost in shades of night.

(Chorus) Publish glad tidings, tidings of peace; Tidings of Jesus, redemption and release.

Behold how many thousands still are lying, Bound in the darksome prison-house of sin, With none to tell them of the Savior's dying Or of the life He died for them to win.

'Tis yours to save from peril of perdition The soul for whom the Lord His life laid down; Beware lest, slothful to fulfill your mission, You lose one jewel that should deck His crown.

Proclaim to every people, tongue, and nation That God, in whom they move and live, is love; Tell how He stooped to save His lost creation, And died on earth that men He might approve.

Give of your sons to bear the message glorious;

Give of your wealth to speed them on their way; Pour out your soul for them in prayer victorious, And all you spend our Savior will repay.

He comes again; O brothers, ere you meet Him, Make known to every heart His saving grace; Let none whom He hath ransomed fail to greet Him, Through your neglect unfit to see His face. HYMN NO. 185 Peculiar Meter.

Let me love and not be respected; Let me serve and not be rewarded; Let me labor and not be remembered; Let me suffer and not be regarded. 'Tis the pouring, not the drinking; 'Tis the breaking, not the keeping— A life suff'ring to seek others' blessing, A life of loving and of true comfort giving. Not expecting pity or concern, Not accepting solace or praise; Lonely, even forgotten; Wordless, even forsaken. Tears and blood for the righteous crown My price shall be; losing all, My cost for a faithful pilgrim's life. 'Twas the life, O Lord, that You chose to live In those days when on earth You walked, Gladly suff'ring all injuries and loss So that all might draw near and repose with You. I cannot see how much farther I shall go; Still I press on, knowing there is no return. Let me follow Your pattern, so perfect and true, Bearing all gratefully without complaint. In this time of trial, O my Lord, I pray that You would wipe my hidden tears away;

Let me learn, O Lord, that You are my reward; Let me be a blessing to others all my days.

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