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Little Flock 1881 Edition — Section 8.

1A    L.M.

Forgiveness! 'twas a joyful sound
To guilty sinners doomed to die:
We'd publish it the world around,
And gladly shout it through the sky.

'Twas the rich gift of love divine;
'Tis full, effacing every crime;
Unbounded shall its glory shine,
And know no change by changing time.

For this stupendous gift of heaven,
What grateful honours shall we shew!
Where much transgression is forgiven,
May love with fervent ardour glow.

By love inspired, may all our days
With every heavenly grace be crown'd;
May truth and goodness, joy and praise,
In all abide, in all abound.


O Lord, Thy love's unbounded,
So sweet, so full, so free —
My soul is all transported,
Whene'er I think on Thee!

Yet, Lord, alas! what weakness
Within myself I find,
No infant's changing pleasure
Is like my wandering mind.

And yet Thy love's unchanging,
And doth recall my heart
To joy in all its brightness,
The peace its beams impart.

Yet, sure, if in Thy presence
My soul still constant were,
Mine eye would, more familiar,
Its brighter glories bear.

And thus Thy deep perfections
Much better should I know,
And with adoring fervour
In this Thy nature grow.

Still sweet 'tis to discover,
If clouds have dimmed my sight,
When passed, Eternal Lover,
Towards me, as e'er, Thou'rt bright.

O keep my soul, then Jesus,
Abiding still with Thee,
And if I wander, teach me
Soon back to Thee to flee.

That all Thy gracious favour
May to my soul be known;
And, versed in this Thy goodness,
My hopes Thyself shalt crown.


The wanderer no more will roam,
The lost one to the fold hath come,
The prodigal is welcomed home,
O Lamb of God, to Thee!

Though clothed in rags, by sin defiled,
The Father did embrace His child;
And I am pardoned, reconciled,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!

It is the Father's joy to bless;
His love has found for me a dress,
A robe of spotless righteousness,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!

And now my famished soul is fed,
A feast of love for me is spread,
I feed upon the children's bread,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!

Yea, in the fulness of His grace,
God put me in the children's place,
Where I may gaze upon His face,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!

Not half His love can I express,
Yet, Lord, with joy my lips confess
This blessed portion I possess,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!

Thy precious name it is I bear,
In Thee I am to God brought near,
And all the Father's love I share,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!

4A    S.M.

His be "the Victor's name,"
Who fought the fight alone;
Triumphant saints no honour claim,
His conquest was their own.

By weakness and defeat,
He won the meed and crown;
Trod all our foes beneath His feet
By being trodden down.

Bless, bless the Conqueror slain,
Slain in His victory;
Who lived, who died, who lives again —
For thee, His church, for thee!


Come, Thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Calls for ceaseless songs of praise.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love:
Yet Thou, Lord, hast deigned to seal it
With Thy Spirit from above.

Rescued thus from sin and danger,
Purchased by the Saviour's blood,
May I walk on earth a stranger,
As a son and heir of God.


Gracious Lord! my heart is fixed
Sing I will, and sing of Thee,
Since the cup that justice mixed
Thou hast drunk, and drunk for me:
Great Deliverer!
Thou hast set the prisoner free.

Many were the chains that bound me,
But the Lord has loosed them all:
Arms of mercy now surround me,
Favours these, nor few, nor small:
Saviour keep me!
Keep Thy servant, lest he fall.

Fair the scene that lies before me,
Life eternal Jesus gives;
While He waves His banner o'er me,
Sure His promise!
I shall live because He lives.

When the world would bid me leave Thee,
Telling me of shame and loss,
Saviour, guard me, lest I grieve Thee,
Lest I cease to love Thy cross:
This is treasure;
All the rest I count but dross.


Blest be the God and Father
Of Jesus Christ the Son,
Who chose us for all blessing
Ere time had yet begun,
That we redeemed — His children —
Might dwell with Him above,
And know the depth and fulness
Of His unbounded love.

Where all those deep affections,
Which fill the Father's heart,
Shall find their satisfaction,
Their joy to us impart;
Where we, His throne surrounding,
Shall Abba, Father, say,
Within those many mansions
Prepared for that day.

E'en whilst we here are waiting,
His rest on high to share,
We know our blest relation
As children to Him there,
And by His Spirit's leading,
We Abba, Father, cry;
With ever-growing longing
We seek our home on high.

8A    S.M.

My soul, repeat His praise
Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.

High as the heavens are raised
Above the earth we tread,
So far the riches of God's grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.

His power subdues our sin;
And His forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Did all our guilt remove.

Man's life is as the grass,
Or like the morning flower;
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,
It withers in an hour.

But Thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And all Thy people ever find
Thy word of promise sure.


We cannot always trace the way
Where Thou, our gracious Lord, doth lead,
But we can always surely say,
That God is love.

When fear its gloomy cloud will fling
O'er earth — our souls, to heaven above,
As to their sanctuary, spring,
For God is love.

When clouds hang o'er our darken'd path,
We'll check our dread, each doubt reprove;
For here each saint sweet comfort hath,
That God is love.

Yes, Thou art love — a truth like this
Can every gloomy thought remove,
And turn our tears and woes to bliss;
Our God is love.

10A    10s. or 11s.

Though dark be our way, since God is our Guide,
'Tis ours to obey; 'tis His to provide:
Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail,
The word He hath spoken shall surely prevail.

His love in times past forbids us to think
He'll leave us at last in trouble to sink:
The Lamb in His glory is ever in view,
The pledge and the proof He will help us quite through.

And since all we meet must work for our good,
The bitter is sweet, the medicine is food:
Though painful at present, 'twill cease before long,
And then how triumphant the conqueror's song!

11A    S.M.

What cheering words are these!
Their sweetness who can tell?
In time and to eternal days —
"'Tis with believers well!"

In every state secure,
Watched by the Saviour's eye,
'Tis well with them should life endure,
And well if called to die.

Well in affliction's ways,
Or on the mount with God;
Well when they joy and sing and praise,
Or buffet with the flood.

'Tis well when joys arise,
'Tis well when sorrows flow,
Or darkness seems to veil the skies,
And strong temptations grow.

'Tis well when on the mount
They feast and joy in love;
And 'tis as well, in God's account,
When they the furnace prove.

But above all, how well
When Jesus speaks the word,
And, at the trumpet's sounding swell,
They rise to meet their God!

12A    S.M.

What though th'accuser roar
Of ills that I have done!
I know them well, and thousands more:
Jehovah findeth none.

Sin, Satan, death appear
To harass and appal;
Yet since the gracious Lord is near,
Backward they go and fall.

Before, behind, around,
They set their fierce array,
To fight and force me from the ground,
Along life's narrow way.

I meet them face to face,
Through Jesus' comquest blest;
March in the triumph of His grace
Right onward to my rest.

There, in His book, I bear
More than a conqueror's name,
Of soldier, son, and fellow-heir,
Who fought and overcame.


Child of God, by Christ's salvation,
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care —
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear;
Think what Spirit dwells within thee —
Think what Father's smiles are thine —
Think that Jesus died to win thee —
Child of God! wilt thou repine?

Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer,
Heaven's eternal day's before thee,
God's right hand shall guide thee there;
Soon shall close thine earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

14A    L.M.
Asleep in Jesus, blessèd sleep
From which none ever wakes to weep;
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Where pow'rless is the last of foes.

Asleep in Jesus: oh, how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet,
With holy confidence to sing,
That death has lost its venomed sting.

Asleep in Jesus, peaceful rest,
Whence waking we're supremely blest;
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour
That manifests the Saviour's power.


The Lamb was slain, His precious blood
On Calvary's awful tree was shed;
He for the guilty sinner stood,
And bore the judgement in his stead.
He has made peace,
And now He lives who once was dead.

Proclaimer of that peace to all,
He tells of full, unmingled grace;
To high and low — who hear the call —
To old and young of Adam's race,
He preaches peace,
And love divine shines in His face.

Behold Him now, exalted high,
Upon the throne He took His seat,
Oh, wondrous grace, that we brought nigh
And in Him seated are complete,
He is our peace,
For light divine He's made us meet.


O Jesus, Friend unfailing,
How dear art Thou to me!
Are cares or fears assailing?
I find my strength in Thee!
Why should my feet grow weary
Of this my pilgrim way?
Rough though the path and dreary,
It ends in perfect day!

Naught, naught I court as pleasure,
Compared, O Christ with Thee!
Thy sorrow without measure,
Earned peace and joy for me.
I love to own, Lord Jesus,
Thy claims o'er me divine,
Bought with Thy blood most precious,
Whose can I be but Thine!

What fills my heart with gladness?
'Tis Thine abounding grace!
Where can I look in sadness,
But, Jesus, on Thy face?
My all is Thy providing,
Thy love can ne'er grow cold;
In Thee, my Refuge hiding,
No good wilt Thou withhold.

Why should I droop in sorrow?
Thou'rt ever by my side!
Why trembling dread the morrow?
What ills can e'er betide?
If I my cross have taken,
'Tis but to follow Thee;
If scorned, despised, forsaken,
Naught severs Thee from me!

O worldly pomp and glory,
Your charms are spread in vain!
I've heard a sweeter story!
I've found a truer gain!
Where Christ a place prepareth,
There is my loved abode;
There shall I gaze on Jesus:
There shall I dwell with God.

For every tribulation,
For every sore distress,
In Christ I've full salvation,
Sure help and quiet rest.
No fears of foes prevailing!
I triumph, Lord, in Thee!
O Jesus! Friend unfailing,
How dear art Thou to me!

17A    P.M.

Son of the Father, Hail!
Son of God eternal!
Jesus! the sinner's Friend,
Whose favour knows no end;
Love made Thee condescend,
With men to make abode,
And, through Thy precious blood,
We're now brought nigh to God.
Thee, Saviour-Lord, we bless —
Our Lord Jesus!
Full of truth and power:
Highly blessed,
Blessed evermore.


And is it so! I shall be like Thy Son,
Is this the grace which He for me has won?
Father of glory, though beyond all thought,
In glory, to His own blest likeness brought.

Oh, Jesus, Lord, who loved me like to Thee?
Fruit of Thy work, with Thee, too, there to see
Thy glory, Lord, while endless ages roll,
Myself the prize and travail of Thy soul.

Yet it must be, Thy love had not its rest
Were Thy redeemed not with Thee fully blest;
That love that gives not as the world but shares
All it possess with its loved co-heirs.

Nor I alone, Thy loved ones all, complete
In glory, round Thee there with joy shall meet,
All like Thee, for Thy glory like Thee, Lord,
Object supreme of all, by all adored.


In heavenly love abiding,
No change my heart shall fear,
And safe is such confiding,
For nothing changes here.
The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid,
But God is round about me,
And can I be dismayed?

Wherever He may guide me,
No want shall turn me back;
My Shepherd is beside me,
And nothing can I lack.
His wisdom ever waketh,
His sight is never dim;
He knows the way He taketh
And I will walk with Him.

Green pastures are before me,
Which yet I have not seen,
Bright skies will soon be o'er me,
Where the dark clouds have been.
My hope I cannot measure,
My path to life is free,
My Saviour has my treasure,
And He will walk with me.

Ere yet another morning
My spirit may be free,
As absent from the body,
At home, O Lord, with Thee.
O sleep, O rest, how precious!
As guarded by Thy care,
I'm waiting for Thy promise
To meet Thee in the air.

The Lord Himself, e'en Jesus,
Amid the ransomed throng,
Its glory, joy, and beauty,
Its never ending song.
O day of wondrous promise!
The Bridegroom and the bride
Are seen in glory ever:
For ever satisfied.


"Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,"
See Him dying on the tree!
'Tis the Christ by man rejected!
Yes, my soul, 'tis He, 'tis He!
Mark the sacrifice appointed!
See who bears the awful load!
'Tis the Word, 'tis God's Anointed,
Son of man and Son of God.

Here we have a firm foundation;
Here's the refuge of the lost;
Christ's the Rock of our salvation —
His the name of which we boast.
Lamb of God! for sinners wounded —
Sacrifice to cancel guilt,
None shall ever be confounded
Who on Thee their have built.


Oh! what a Saviour is Jesus the Lord,
Well might His name by His saints be adored!
He has redeemed us from hell by His blood,
Saved them for ever, and brought them to God.

Now in the glory He waits to impart
Peace to the conscience and joy to the heart —
Waits to be gracious, to pardon and heal
All who their sin and their wretchedness feel.

Thousands have fled to His spear-pierced side,
Welcome they all have been, none are denied;
Weary and laden, they all have been blest,
Joyfully now in the Saviour they rest.

22A    S.M.

Thou holy One and true,
Our hearts in Thee confide,
And in the circle of Thy love,
As brethren we abide.

In Thee the Father rests,
His own anointed One,
In Thee alone He finds delight,
His well-beloved Son.

In Thee we find delight,
Firstborn 'mongst brethren Thou;
To Thy dear name alone we cling,
To Thy sure word we bow.

Teach us that name to own,
Whilst waiting, Lord, for Thee;
Unholiness and sin to shun,
From all untruth to flee.


O Jesus, precious Saviour,
O when wilt Thou return?
Our hearts with woe familiar,
To Thee, our Master turn.

Our woe is thine, Lord Jesus,
Our joy is in Thy love,
But woe and joy all lead us
To Thee in heaven above.

To Thee we look, Lord Jesus,
To Thee whose love we know,
We wait the power that frees us
From bondage, sin, and woe.

We look for Thine appearing,
Thy presence here to bless,
We greet the day that's nearing,
When all this woe shall cease.

But, oh, for us, blest Saviour,
How brighter far the lot,
To be with Thee for ever,
Where evil enters not!

To see Thee who'st so loved us,
Then face to face above,
Whose grace at first had moved us
To taste and know Thy love.

With Thee, O Lord, for ever,
Our souls shall be content,
No act nor thought shall ever
Full joy with Thee prevent.

O come, then, soon, Lord Jesus,
In patience still we wait,
Await the power that frees us —
Our longed-for heavenly seat.

24A    L.M.

Nothing but Christ as on we tread,
The Gift unpriced — God's living Bread,
With staff in hand and feet well shod,
Nothing but Christ — the Christ of God.

Everything loss for Him below,
Taking the cross where'er we go;
Shewing to all where once He trod,
Nothing but Christ — the Christ of God.

Nothing save Him, in all our ways,
Giving the theme for ceaseless praise;
Our whole resource along the road,
Nothing but Christ — the Christ of God.


O Thou who hast redeemed of old,
And make us of Thy grace take hold,
With God at peace through Thee,
Help me these blessings to own,
And tell aloud what Thou hast done,
O holy Lamb for me.

Out of myself for help I go,
Thy power alone resolved to know,
Thy love's the plea I make;
Give me the power, 'tis this I claim,
With heart and life to praise Thy name,
Give, for Thy mercy's sake.

Love, only love, Thy heart inclined,
And brought Thee, Saviour of mankind,
Down from the throne above;
Love made Thee here a Man of grief,
Distress'd Thee sore for our relief,
O mystery of love!

Lord, I am Thine, Thy love to me
Constrains my soul to cleave to Thee,
And gladly to resign
Whate'er I have, whate'er I am;
My life be all with Thine the same,
And all Thy shame be mine.

26A    C.M.D.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"Come unto Me and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay sown
Thy head upon My breast."
I came to Jesus as I was,
Weary, and worn, and sad;
I found in Him a resting-place,
And He has made me glad.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"Behold I freely give
The living water — thirsty one,
Stoop down, and drink, and live."
I came to Jesus, and I drank
Of that life-giving stream;
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,
And now I live in Him.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"I am this dark world's light;
Look unto Me: thy morn shall rise
And all thy day be bright."
I looked to Jesus, and I found
In Him my Star, my Sun;
And in that light of life I'll walk
Till travelling days are done.

27A    C.M.

A mind at perfect peace with God:
Oh, 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,
More near I cannot 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 careful be,
Since such a God is mine?
He watches o'er me night and day,
And tells me, "Thou art Mine."

28A    L.M.

There is no other name than Thine,
Jehovah-Jesus! name divine;
On which to rest for sins forgiven,
For peace with God, for hope of heaven.

Name above every name, Thy praise
Shall fill yon courts through endless days,
Jehovah-Jesus! name divine,
Rock of Salvation — Thou art mine.


Lead, light divine, amid th'encircling gloom —
Lead Thou me on;
The night is dark and I am far from home,
Lead Thou me on.
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant path; one step's enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
Shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and seek my path; but now,
Lead Thou me on.
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears
Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.

Thus far Thy power hath blessed me, and it still
Will lead me on,
O'er moor and fen, through tangled brakes, on till
The night is gone;
And with the morn the everlasting joy,
Which led me on, is mine without alloy.


Rest of the saints in glory,
The labourer's bright reward,
How constant sounds before me,
"For ever with the Lord."
Rest, through the toil of Jesus,
For saints there doth remain;
An endless rest and precious;
A rest from sin and pain.

My longing heart, now pillowed
On Jesu's breast of love,
Hath oft to me foreshadowed,
That blissful rest above;
But, O my soul, remember,
None shall be weary there;
The ransomed without number
God's blessed rest will share.

His face in radiant glory,
With rapture they will see;
His wounds will tell the story,
To swell the jubilee!
The subjects of salvation
Will praise Him ever there;
While all the new creation
God's endless rest will share.


Lord, Thy love has sought and found us
Wandering in this desert wide,
Thou hast thrown Thine arms around us,
For us suffered, bled, and died:
Sing, my soul! He loved thee,
Jesus gave Himself for me.

Hark! what sounds of bitter weeping,
From yon lonesome garden sweep,
'Tis the Lord His vigil keeping,
Whilst His followers sink in sleep.
Ah, my soul, He loved thee,
Yea, 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 loved 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! those 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 suffering 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.

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In weakness and trial,
With God we may plead;
No fear of denial,
We're sure to succeed:
For, though we oft grieve Him,
His promise is clear,
And love will believe Him:
Our Father will hear.

'Gainst the giant-like might
Of our foes we can bring,
As our weapons of fight,
But a stone and a sling.
Should this have dismayed us,
Our souls it may cheer,
That, called on to aid us,
Our Father will hear.

Our calls may be faint
As a child's timid cry,
Our hearts' feeble plaint
Scarce venture on high;
Yet Christ for us pleading,
We may persevere;
Through Him interceding,
Our Father will hear.


Rest my soul, the work is done,
Done by God's almighty Son;
This to faith is now so clear,
There's no place for torturing fear.

Not through works of weary toil,
Comes the sunshine of God's smile;
Won by Christ, if found in Him,
Brightly falls the glorious beam.

With belief in Jesus blest,
We are entering into rest;
He who full salvation brought,
In us al our works hath wrought.

Come, my soul, take up the cross,
Count the gain, despise the loss;
Labour for and with the Lord
Brings exceeding great reward.

Free from every fear of wrath,
Choose the labourer's happy path,
Tread the way which Christ hath trod,
Till the sabbath of thy God.

34A    C.M.

Ye trembling saints who love the Lord,
Chase all your fears away;
For lo! the tomb is empty now —
The place where Jesus lay.

Thus low the Lord of life was brought,
Such wonders love can do;
There cold in death that bosom lay
Which throbbed and bled for you.

Then raise your eyes, and tune your songs,
For Jesus lives again;
Not all the powers of death and hell
The Saviour could detain.

Exalted far above the skies,
Behold your living Head,
The Lord upon the Father's throne,
Who dwelt among the dead.


All the path the saints are treading,
Trodden by the Son of God
All the sorrows they are feeling,
Felt by Him along the road:
All the darkness and the sorrow
From around and from within,
All the joy and all the triumph,
He passed through apart from sin.

Now come forth in resurrection,
Passing onward to the throne;
Having suffered all the judgement,
Borne the storm of wrath alone:
He is able thus to succour
Those who tread the desert sand,
Pressing on to resurrection,
Where He sits at God's right hand.

Now He praises in th'assembly,
Now the sorrow all is passed;
His the earnest of our portion,
We must reach the goal at last.
Yes, He praises! grace recounting
All the path already trod —
We associated with Him —
God, our Father and our God.

Join the singing that He leadeth,
Loud to God our voices raise;
Every step that we have trodden
Is a triumph of His grace;
Whether joy, or whether trial,
All can only work for good,
For He healeth all — who loves us,
And hath bought us with His blood.

It is finished! It is finished!
Who can tell redemption's worth?
He who knows it leads the singing —
Full the joy as fierce the wrath.
Taken up in resurrection,
Desert ways rehearsed above,
Tell the power of God's salvation,
And His never-failing love.


We go to meet the Saviour,
His glorious face to see;
What manner of behaviour
Doth with this hope agree?
May God's illumination
Guide heart and walk aright;
That so our preparation
Be pleasing in His sight.

We'd gladly while the hours,
Till night shall pass away,
And chant with all our powers
The blessings of that day;
To Thee, the Lord of glory,
We'd raise the happy song,
And make Thy love's bright story
The theme of every tongue.

Not sinful man's endeavour,
Nor any mortal's care,
Could draw Thy sovereign favour
To sinners in despair;
Uncalled, Thou cam'st with gladness,
Us from the fall to raise,
And change our grief and sadness
To songs of joy and praise.


The Lord of life is risen,
Has left the darksome grave,
And, death by Him abolished,
And we with Him are risen,
The fruit of all His toil,
The firstfruits of His harvest,
His suffering's richest spoil.

The Lord of life is seated
At God's right hand on high —
God's just and righteous answer
To grace which stooped to die;
In Him we too are seated,
Oh blessed, wondrous grace!
Accepted and beloved,
In Him, in sonship's place.

The Lord of life is coming
To perfect all His grace;
To take His blood-bought people
To fill their heavenly place;
Oh! with what joy ascending
We'll meet Him in the air,
To dwell with Him in glory,
And His blest image bear.

38A, P.M.

We adore Thee evermore; Hallelujah!
Saviour, for Thy boundless grace; Hallelujah!
For the cross, whereby to us, Hallelujah!
Sure is made eternal bliss; Hallelujah!

For Thy death which set us free, Hallelujah!
From sin's cruel slavery; Hallelujah!
For Thine all-atoning blood, Hallelujah!
Which hath brought us nigh to God; Hallelujah!

39A    C.M.

How can we sink with such a prop,
As the eternal God,
Who bears the earth's huge pillars up
And spread the heavens abroad?

How can we die if Jesus lives,
As risen from the dead,
Since life and grace our souls receive
In our exalted Head?

All that we are, and all we have,
Shall be for ever Thine;
And all a cheerful heart could give,
Our willing hands resign.

And could we yet make some reserve,
And duty did not call,
We love Thee, Lord, with such a love,
That we would give it all.


Hail to the Lord's anointed!
Great David's greater Son:
When to the time appointed
The rolling years shall run,
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free;
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.

The heavens — which now conceal Him
In counsels deep and wise —
In glory shall reveal Him
To our adoring eyes;
He who with hands uplifted
Went from the earth below,
Shall come again all gifted,
His blessings to bestow.

He shall come down like showers
Upon the new-mown grass,
And joy and hope, like flowers,
Spring up where He doth pass.
Before Him, on the mountains,
Shall Peace, the herald go;
And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.

Kings shall fall down before Him,
And gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore Him,
His praise all people sing,
Outstretched His wide dominion
O'er river, sea, and shore,
Far as the eagle's pinion,
Or dove's light wing can soar.


Raise glad the song! for we can tell
How sovereign grace dissolved the spell
That kept us bound in chains;
And from that dear and happy day,
How oft constrained by grace to say,
That Grace triumphant reigns!

Yes! tho' we've strayed like saints of old,
Grace has restored us to the fold
As captives in its chains;
Thus, saved by grace, we'd gladly sing,
Till all the earth and heavens ring
With Grace triumphant reigns!

Grace still — till all redeemed by blood
Are taught to know themselves and God —
Its empire shall maintain;
To spoil the mighty of the prey,
To set the captive exile free,
Shall Grace triumphant reign.

Then called to meet the church's Head,
The Saviour's grace shall banish dread,
His love our souls sustain;
And, as we rise to endless day,
We'll raise the voice and boldly say,
Grace doth triumphant reign!


Saviour! lead us by Thy power
Safe into the promised rest;
Choose the path, the way whatever
Seems to Thee, O Lord, the best:
Be our Guide in every peril,
Watch and keep us night and day,
Else our foolish hearts will wander
From the straight and narrow way.

Since in Thee is our redemption,
And salvation full and free,
Nothing need our souls dishearten
But forgetfulness of Thee:
Naught can stay our steady progress,
More than conquerors we shall be,
If our eye, whate'er the danger,
Looks to Thee, and none but Thee.

In Thy presence we are happy;
In Thy presence we're secure;
In Thy presence all afflictions
We can easily endure;
In Thy presence we can conquer,
We can suffer, we can die;
Wandering from Thee we are feeble;
Let Thy love, Lord, keep us nigh.


O God of grace, our Father,
All praise we give to Thee,
'Tis in Thy sov'reign favour
All blessedness we see;
There only is the fountain
Whence living waters flow,
Which like a glorious river
Still gladden as they go.

As Thine, Thou didst foreknow us
From all eternity;
Thy chosen, loved ones ever,
Kept present to Thine eye;
And when was come the moment,
Thou, calling by Thy grace,
Didst gently, firmly draw us
Each from his hiding-place.

Thy word, Thyself reflecting,
Doth sanctify by truth,
Still leading on Thy children
With gentle heavenly growth.
Thus still the work begun by grace,
The work begun by grace,
For each is meet, and training,
Father, to see Thy face.

44A    C.M.

God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sov'reign will.

(Ye fearful saints fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.)

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.


O gracious Shepherd! bind us
With cords of love to Thee,
And evermore remind us
How mercy set us free.
O may the Holy Spirit
Keep this before our eyes,
That we Thy death and merit
Above all else may prize!

We are of God's salvation
Assured through Thy love,
Yet oft, on slight occasion,
How faithless do we prove.
Thou hast our sins forgiven —
Then leaving all behind,
We would press on to heaven,
Bearing the prize in mind.

O may we, then Lord, ever,
While in this vale of tears,
Look up to Thee, and never
Give way to anxious fears.
For Thou wilt not forsake us
Though we are oft to blame;
O let Thy love then make us
True to Thy faith and name!


Have I an object, Lord, below
Which would divide my heart with Thee;
Which would divert its even flow
In answer to Thy constancy?
Oh teach me quickly to return,
And cause my heart afresh to burn.

Have I a hope, however dear,
Which would defer Thy coming, Lord!
Which would detain my spirit here
(Where naught can lasting joy afford)?
From it, my Saviour, set me free,
To look, and long, and wait for Thee.

Be Thou the object bright and fair
To fill and satisfy the heart;
My hope to meet Thee in the air,
And nevermore from Thee to part:
That I may undistracted be
To follow, serve, and wait for Thee.


God in mercy sent His Son
To a world by sin undone;
Jesus Christ was crucified —
'Twas for sinners Jesus died.
O the glory of the grace,
Shining in the Saviour's face,
Telling sinner's from above,
"God is light," and "God is love."

Sin and death no more shall reign,
Jesus died and lives again!
In the glory's highest height —
See Him God's supreme delight.
O the glory etc...

All who in His name believe,
Everlasting life receive;
Lord of all is Jesus now,
Every knee to Him must bow.
O the glory of the grace,
Shining in the Saviour's face,
Telling sinner's from above,
"God is light," and "God is love."

Christ the Lord will come again,
He who suffered once will reign,
Every tongue at last will own,
"Worthy is the Lamb" alone
O the glory etc...


The Father sent the Son
A ruined world to save;
Man meted out the Sinless One
The cross — the grave;
Blest Substitute from God,
Wrath's awful cup He drained;
Laid down His life, and e'en the tomb's
Reproach sustained.

The new and living Way
Stands open now to heaven;
Thence, where the blood is seen alway,
God's gift is given.
The river of His grace,
Through righteousness supplied,
Is flowing o'er the barren place
Where Jesus died!

The Lord shall come again!
The Conqueror must reign!
No tongue but shall confess Him then,
The Lamb once slain:
Jesus is worthy now
All homage to receive;
O! sinner, to the Saviour bow,
The truth believe!

49A    P.M.

There is life in a look at the crucified One;
There is life at this moment for thee;
Then look, sinner, look unto Him and be saved —
Unto Him who was nailed to the tree.

His anguish of soul on the cross hast thou seen?
His cry of distress hast thou heard?
Then why, if the terrors of wrath He endured,
Should pardon to thee be deferred?

We are healed by His stripes. Wouldst thou add to the word?
And He is our righteousness made;
The best robe of heaven He bids thee put on
Oh! couldst thou be better arrayed?

Then doubt not thy welcome, since God hath declared
There remaineth no more to be done;
Christ once in the end of the world hath appeared,
And completed the work He begun.

Oh take, with rejoicing, from Jesus at once
The life everlasting He gives;
And know with assurance thou never canst die,
Since Jesus thy righteousness lives.

There is life in a look at the crucified One:
There is life at this moment for thee:
Then look, sinner — look unto Him and be saved,
And know thyself spotless as He.


Broken heart! the fountain's open,
Christ hath died upon the tree,
All the powers of hell are shaken,
Grace flows down from God to thee.

God Himself, the Source, the Fountain,
Christ the Way the waters flow,
By the Spirit manifested,
He the finished work hath done.

By one righteousness completed,
Adam's life receives its doom;
Jesus Christ, in glory seated,
Everlasting life hath won.

Broken heart! the river's flowing,
Haste! delay not! yet there's room;
Hear the word of God beseeching,
"Whosoever thirst may come."