The Evangelist’s Hymnal (Section 6)

EH 220  P.M.

My God I have found the thrice blessèd ground
Where life and where joy and true comfort abound.

Hallelujah! Thine the glory!
Hallelujah! Amen!
Hallelujah! Thine the glory!
Hallelujah! Amen!

2 ’Tis found in the blood of Him who once stood
My refuge and safety, my Surety with God.

3 He bore on the tree the sentence for me,
And now both the Surety and sinner are free.

4 Accepted I am in the once-offered Lamb;
It was God who Himself had devised the plan.

5 And though here below, amid sorrow and woe,
My place is in heaven with Jesus, I know.

6 And this I shall find, for such is His mind,
He’ll not be in glory and leave me behind.

Hallelujah! Thine the glory!
Hallelujah! Amen!
Hallelujah! Soon the glory!
Come, Saviour, again!

7 For soon He will come and take me safe home,
And make me to sit with Himself on His throne.

EH 221  P.M.
My heart is fixed, eternal God,
Fixed on Thee; fixed on Thee;
And my immortal choice is made,
Christ for me, Christ for me.
He is my Prophet, Priest, and King,
Who did for me salvation bring;
And while I live, I mean to sing*
*Christ for me, Christ for me.

2 In Him I see the Godhead shine;*
He is the Majesty Divine,*
The Father’s well-belovèd Son,
Co-partner of His royal throne,
Who did for human guilt atone.*

3 Let others boast of heaps of gold,*
His riches never can be told;*
Their gold will waste and wear away,
Their honours perish in a day,
My portion never can decay.*

4 In pining sickness or in health,*
In deepest poverty or wealth,*
And in that all important day,
When I the summons shall obey
And pass from this dark world away.*

5 At home, abroad, by night and day,*
Where’er I preach, or sing, or pray,*
Him first, Him last, Him all day long,
My hope, my solace, and my song,
He sweetly leads my soul along.*

EH 222  6.8.s

My hope on nothing less is built
Than Jesus and the blood He spilt;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on His great name.

On Christ, the solid rock, I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand.
All other ground is sinking sand.

2 Should darkness seem to veil His face,
Unchanged is He, unchanged His grace;
In every high and stormy gale
Faith’s anchor holds within the veil.

3 Eternally His promise stands,
My name is graven on His hands;
Let all around my soul give way,
He still abides my lasting stay.

4 When He shall come with trumpet’s sound,
Then shall my soul in Him be found!
Dressed in God’s righteousness alone,
Presented faultless at the throne.

GH 100

My song is love unknown,
My Saviour’s love to me;
Love to the loveless shown,
That they might lovely be.
Oh, who am I,
That for my sake
My Lord should take
On flesh, and die?

2 He came from His blest throne
Salvation to bestow;
But men made strange, and none
The longed-for Christ would know:
But O! my Friend,
My Friend indeed,
Who at my need
His life did spend.

3 And once they strewed His way,
And His sweet praise did sing;
Resounding all the day
Hosannas to their King:
Then “Crucify!”
Was all their breath,
And for His death
Did thirst and cry.

4 In life, no house, no home
My Lord on earth might have,
In death, no friendly tomb,
But what a stranger gave.
What may I say?
Heaven was His home;
But mine the tomb
Wherein He lay.

5 Here will my praise be poured
No story so divine;
Never was love, dear Lord!
Never was grief like Thine.
This is my Friend,
In Whose sweet praise
I all my days
Will gladly spend.

EH 226  C.M.

My tongue shall spread the Saviour’s fame,
Whose grace I daily prove,
For since my soul has known His name
His banner has been—Love!

2 When walking in the paths of sin
I far from Him would rove,
By sweet constraint He drew me in,
And waved His banner—Love!

3 He spread the banquet, made me eat,
Bid all my fears remove;
Yes, o’er my guilty rebel head
He placed His banner—Love!

4 When weary of His rich repast
I’ve sought (alas!) to rove,
He has recalled this faithless guest,
And showed His banner—Love!

5 In every conflict I sustain,
My enemies shall prove
Through Him the vict’ry I obtain,
Beneath His banner—Love!

6 And when He calls me home at length
To feast with Him above,
Through all eternity I’ll sing
His “never changing Love!”

GT 99 C.M.

No act of power could e’er atone,
No wonder-working word
Could from the brightness of the throne,
Make love’s sweet voice be heard.

2 If sinners ever were to know
The depths of love divine,
All Calv’ry’s weakness and its woe,
Blest Saviour, must be Thine.

3 God’s righteousness is there proclaimed,
His mercy’s depths are known,
While to the full Thou hast maintained
The glory of His throne.

4 God now is glorified in Thee,
In Thee, His only Son,
His hand, His house, His heart are free,
Because Thy work is done.

SH 148

No silver or gold has obtained my redemption,
No riches of earth could have saved my poor soul;
The blood of the cross is my only foundation,
The death of my Saviour now makes me quite whole.

I am redeemed,...but not with silver,...
I am bought,...but not with gold;...
Bought with a price,...the blood of Jesus,...
Precious price of love untold.

2 Nor silver nor gold has obtained my redemption,
The guilt on my conscience too heavy had grown;
The blood of the cross is my only foundation,
The death of my Saviour could only atone.

3 Nor silver nor gold has obtained my redemption;
The holy commandment forbade me draw near;
The blood of the cross is my only foundation,
The death of my Saviour removes all my fear.

4 Nor silver nor gold has obtained my redemption,
The way into heaven could not thus be bought;
The blood of the cross is my only foundation,
The death of my Saviour redemption has wrought.

EH 234 S.M.

Not all the blood of beasts
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace
Or wash away its stain.

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Took all our guilt away;
A sacrifice of nobler name
And richer blood than they.

3 Our souls looks back to see
The burden Thou didst bear
When hanging on th’accursèd tree,
For all our guilt was there.

4 Believing, we rejoice
To see the curse remove;
And bless the Lamb, with cheerful voice,
And sing redeeming love.

Good T 112  C.M.

Not all the gold of all the world,
And all its wealth combined,
Could give relief, or comfort yield,
To one distracted mind.

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Oh joyful news Oh happy news,
The ever precious blood
Of Christ can bring the sinner nigh,
And give him peace with God.

2 ’Tis only by the precious blood
That peace with God is found;
There is no other way to God,
No other standing ground.

3 Was it for gold the dying thief,
The malefactor, craved?
Ah, no! ’twas Christ; and faith in Him
That malefactor saved.

4 ’Twas faith in Him who, bleeding, hung
A victim by his side;
“Lord, do remember me,” he said;
“To-day” he heard, and died.

5 Oh, what can equal joy divine,
And what can sweeter be,
Than knowing that this Christ is mine
To all eternity?

6 Safe in the Lord, without a doubt,
By virtue of the blood,
For nothing can destroy the life
That’s hid with Christ in God.

EH 239 P.M.

Nothing either great or small;
Nothing, sinner, no;
Jesus did it, did it all,
Long, long ago!

“It is finished!” Yes indeed,
Finished every jot;
Sinner, this is all you need:
Tell me, is it not?

2 When He from His lofty throne
Stooped to do and die,
Everything was fully done,—
Hearken to His cry.

3 Weary, working, burdened one,
Wherefore toil you so?
Cease your doing; all was done
Long, long ago.

4 Till to Jesus’ work you cling,
By a simple faith,
“Doing” is a deadly thing—
“Doing” ends in death.

5 Cast your deadly “doing” down—
Down at Jesus’ feet;
Stand “in Him,” in Him alone,
Gloriously “complete!”

EH 240  P.M.

Nothing to pay! ah, nothing to pay!
Never a word of excuse to say!
Year after year you have filled the score,
Owing your Lord still more and more.
Hear the voice of Jesus say,
“Verily you have nothing to pay
Ruined, lost are you, and yet
I forgave you all that debt!”

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“Nothing, nothing, nothing to pay!”
Hear the voice of Jesus say,
“Ruined, lost are you, and yet
I forgave you all that debt!”

2 Nothing to pay! the debt is so great;
What will you do with the awful weight?
How shall the way of escape be made?
Nothing to pay! yet it must be paid!
Hear the voice of Jesus say,
“Verily you have nothing to pay
All has been put to My account,
I have paid the full amount.”

3 Nothing to pay! yes, nothing to pay!
Jesus has cleared all the debt away,
Blotted it out with His bleeding hand.
Free and forgiven and loved, you stand.
Hear the voice of Jesus say,
“Verily you have nothing to pay
Paid is the debt and the debtor free!
Now I ask you, do you love Me?”

GHC 83  7.6.

Not saved are we by trying,
From self can come no aid;
’Tis on the blood relying,
Once for our ransom paid.
’Tis looking unto Jesus,
The Holy One and just;
’Tis His great work that saves us—
It is not try, but trust!

It is not try, but trust!
It is not try, but trust!
’Tis His great work that saves us,
It is not try, but trust!

2 ’Twas vain for Israel bitten
By serpents, on their way,
To look to their own doing,
That awful plague to stay;
The only means for healing,
When humbled in the dust
Was of the Lord’s revealing—
It was not try, but trust!

3 No deeds of ours are needed
To make Christ’s merit more;
No frames of mind or feelings,
Can add to His great store;
’Tis simply to receive Him,
The Holy One and just;
’Tis only to believe Him—
It is not try, but trust!

HF 285  S.M.

Not what these hands have done
Can save this guilty soul;
Not what this toiling flesh has borne
Can make my spirit whole.

2 Not what I feel or do
Can give me peace with God;
Not all my prayers and sighs and tears
Can bear my awful load.

3 Thy work alone, O Christ,
Can ease this weight of sin;
Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God,
Can give me peace within.

4 Thy love to me, O God,
Not mine, O Lord, to Thee,
Can rid me of this dark unrest,
And set my spirit free.

5 Thy grace alone, O God,
To me can pardon speak;
Thy power alone, O Son of God,
Can this sore bondage break.

6 I bless the Christ of God,
I rest on love divine,
And with unfaltering lip and heart
I call this Saviour mine.

Red 261 (v2 thee?)

Now He will save you, now He will bless,
If all your vileness you but confess;
He will receive you home to His breast,
If you are weary He’ll give you rest.

2 Now is God’s mercy offered to you;
Now free salvation, precious and true;
Will you not take it? Turn not aside
From the love offered and Him who died.

3 Now He beseeches you to believe;
Now He is longing you to receive;
Now light and darkness, heaven and hell,
Lie each before you, now choose you well.

SS 100 L.M.

Now in a song of grateful praise,
To our dear Lord the voice we’ll raise;
With all His saints we’ll join to tell,
That Jesus has done all things well.

2 All worlds His glorious power confess;
His wisdom all His works express;
But, oh His love!—what tongue can tell?
For Jesus has done all things well.

3 And since our souls have known His love,
What mercies has He made us prove;
Mercies which all our praise excel,
For Jesus has done all things well.

4 And when on that bright day we rise,
And join the anthems of the skies,
In ceaseless song this note shall swell,
That Jesus has done all things well.

SH 152

Now that wondrous, living story
Would our lips delight to tell:
How the Lord of life and glory
Came in love with men to dwell.

2 How, in deep, divine compassion,
Once He sat on Sychar’s well;
Here as Man in form and fashion—
God came down with men to dwell!

3 As the Lamb of God He suffered
For your sins He knew so well;
On the cross Himself He offered
That you might in heaven dwell.

4 Come to Him! His heart so tender,
And His grace would you compel;
Yield to him in full surrender,
And with Him for ever dwell.

5 Living water He would give you;
Satisfied, your praise shall swell
To the God who gives so freely,
Who would have you with Him dwell.

GHC 84  P.M.

Oh blessèd gospel sound!
“Yet there is room!”
It tells to all around—
“Yet there is room!”
The guilty may draw near;
Though vile, they need not fear;
With joy they now may hear,
With joy they now may hear—
“Yet there is room!”

2 God’s love in Christ is seen—
“Yet there is room!”
Greater it could not be—
“Yet there is room!”
His only Son He gave;
He’s willing now to save
All who in Him believe,
All who in Him believe—
“Yet there is room!”

3 “All things are ready, come!”
“Yet there is room!”
Christ everything has done—
“Yet there is room!”
The work is now complete,
Before the mercy-seat
A Saviour you will meet,
A Saviour you will meet—
“Yet there is room!”

EH 527 C.M.D.

O Christ, in Thee my soul hath found,
And found in Thee alone,
The peace, the joy, I sought so long,
The bliss till now unknown.

Now none but Christ can satisfy,
None other name for me!
There’s love, and life, and lasting joy,
Lord Jesus, found in Thee!

2 I sighed for rest and happiness,
l yearned for them, not Thee;
But while I passed my Saviour by,
His love laid hold on me.

3 I tried the broken cisterns, Lord,
But, ah! the waters failed!
E’en as I stooped to drink they fled
And mocked me as I wailed.

4 The pleasures lost I sadly mourned,
But never wept for Thee,
Till sight my sightless eyes received,
Thy loveliness to see.

SS 138 8.6.

O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head!
Our load was laid on Thee;
Thou stoodest in the sinner’s stead—
To bear all ill for me.
A victim led, Thy blood was shed;
Now there’s no load for me.

2 Death and the curse were in our cup—
O Christ, ’twas full for Thee!
But Thou hast drained the last dark drop,
’Tis empty now for me.
That bitter cup—love drank it up;
Left but the love for me.

3 Jehovah lifted up His rod—
O Christ it fell on Thee!
Thou wast forsaken of Thy God;
No distance now for me.
Thy blood beneath that rod has flowed:
Thy bruising healeth me.

4 The tempest’s awful voice was heard,
O Christ, it broke on Thee;
Thy open bosom was my ward;
It bore the storm for me.
Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred;
Now cloudless peace for me.

5 For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died in Thee;
Thou’rt ris’n: my bands are all untied;
And now Thou liv’st in me.
The Father’s face of radiant grace
Shines now in light on me.

EH 276 (thee?)

Oh! come, poor needy sinner,
Come, turn aside and see
Christ’s wonderful redemption,
The fruit of Calvary;
The Saviour sits exalted,
Salvation! Yes ’tis true
And the Lord Himself is calling,—
Calling you.

Oh! the Lord Himself is calling,
He’s calling for you now;
Sinner, heed the gracious message,
At once to Jesus bow.
Oh! come, trust yourself to Jesus,
If you’d be happy too,
While the Lord Himself is calling,—
Calling you.

2 Oh! come, poor thirsty sinner,
Come, turn aside and view
The wells of free salvation
O’erflowing now for you.
Our God is still dispensing
His grace and mercy true;
While the Lord Himself is calling,
Calling you.

3 Poor, helpless, doubting sinner,
There’s blessèd news for you;
All strength belongs to Jesus,
He death by dying slew:
He breaks the bonds of Satan,
He frees the captives too;
Oh! the Lord Himself is calling,—
Calling you.

4 No longer doubt the message,
No longer stay away;
A full, a free salvation
His blood provides today.
Oh! trust your soul to Jesus,
If you'd be happy too;
While the Lord Himself is calling,—
Calling you.

RED 237 (v4 thee?)

Oh, come, sinner come, ’tis mercy’s call;
Here at Jesu’s feet!
Oh, come, and repenting, lay your all
Down at Jesu’s feet!

Oh, lay it down, lay it down,
Lay your weary burden down;
Oh, lay it down, lay it down,
Down at Jesu’s feet.

2 Oh come, and believing, seek your rest
Here at Jesu’s feet!
Your heart, with its heavy weight oppressed,
Lay at Jesu’s feet.

3 Oh come where your faith can make you whole,
Here at Jesu’s feet!
Oh come, and your weary, troubled soul
Lay at Jesu’s feet!

4 Oh come! bless the Lord, there’s room for you,
Here at Jesu’s feet!
Your burden of sin, whate’er you do,
Lay at Jesu’s feet!

EH 277 P.M.

Oh! come to Jesus now,
*Jesus is here.
All near Him lowly bow;*
Too many go away,
Too many still delay,
Though Jesus bids them stay.*
Jesus is here. Jesus is here.

2 Come, then, to Jesus now,*
All low before Him bow;*
Oh! you that feel your sin,
And coming long have been,
Now find your rest in Him.*

3 Come, come to Jesus now,*
Old, young together bow;*
Oh! what a glorious thing
Sin’s weary load to bring,
And lose it while we sing*

4 All, then, to Jesus now,*
All round Him joyous bow;*
Soon we shall reach the shore
Where we shall praise Him more,
Singing for evermore,*

EH 278  11.s

Oh! come to the Saviour, He’s calling to-day.
How long will you linger? His voice now obey.
He’s speaking from heaven in love to your soul;
His blood He has given: will you be made whole?

2 The Father is calling; His language is “Come;”
His rich grace is bringing the wanderers home;
His heart is delighting the lost ones to bless;
His love is inviting the weary to rest.

3 No need now to labour, the work has been done;
To be in God’s favour, believe on the Son.
Christ’s death has securèd salvation so free;
The cross He endurèd for you and for me.

4 The Saviour is coming for all who believe;
The Star of the morning,—His own to receive.
O sinner, confess Him, the throne-seated Lord,
And you shall be with Him where He is adored.

EH 279  L.M. (chorus as in SS&S 335?)

Oh! do not let the word depart,
And close your eyes against the light!
Poor sinner, harden not your heart:
You would be saved? why not tonight?

2 Tomorrow’s sun may never rise
Upon your long-deluded sight;
This is the time, oh then be wise:
You would be saved? why not tonight?

3 Our God in pity lingers still,
And will you thus His love requite?
Renounce at once your stubborn will:
You would be saved? why not tonight?

4 The world has nothing new to give,
It has no true, no pure delight;
Look now to Jesus Christ, and live:
You would be saved? why not tonight?

EH 280   C.M.  (dashes??) repeats??

Oh! for a thousand tongues to sing
The great Redeemer’s praise,
The great Redeemer’s praise!
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace,
The triumphs of His grace,
The triumphs of His grace!

2 My gracious Master, and my God,
Assist me to proclaim
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honours of Thy name.

3 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.

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

EH 250   L.M.

Oh! happy day, that fixed my choice
On Thee, my Saviour and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad.

Oh happy day! Oh happy day!
When Jesus washed my sins away;
He taught me how to watch and pray,
And live rejoicing every day.
Oh happy day! Oh happy day!
When Jesus washed my sins away.

2 ’Tis done! the great transaction’s done!—
I am my Lord’s, and He is mine;
He drew me, and I followed on,
Charmed to confess the voice divine.

3 Now rest, my long-divided heart;
Fixed on this blissful centre, rest:
Nor ever from your Lord depart,
With Him of every good possessed.

GHC 88 P.M.

Oh! have you not heard of that wonderful love,
That flows from God’s heart so free,
Which led Him to give, for a perishing world,
His Son to be nailed to the tree?

Believe that wonderful love,
Believe that wonderful love,
The gospel is true, God sends it to you ,
Believe that wonderful love.

2 Poor sinners undone, and sinful, and lost,
This love of our God now receive;
No heart is too sad for this love to make glad,
When once on His word we believe.

3 Oh! sweet is its rest to the weary and worn,
Who feel the great burden of sin;
It seeks for no merit its bliss to inherit,
No goodness without or within.

4 This wonderful love has no measure nor end,
It ever remaineth the same;
The heart that has known this love as its own,
Shall never be put to shame.

5 Then will you not prove this wonderful love,
That flows from God’s heart so free,
Which led Him to give, that sinners might live,
His Son to be nailed to the tree.

GT 122

Oh! heart of God, told out in wondrous love
So full and free,
When Jesus stooped from glory’s heights above
To Calvary’s tree
Oh! let that love in all its power and strength,
So speak that rebel hearts be won at length.

2 Oh! love of Christ, so measureless and vast,
Salvation’s won,
Which led to Calv’ry’s gloom, until at last
The work was done.
Oh, let that love in all its righteous power,
To troubled hearts bring peace this very hour.

3 Oh! matchless is the story of God’s love,
Surpassing thought,
Written by Jesus in His precious blood,
Which pardon bought,
And even now forgiveness yours may be,
Through faith in Him who died upon the tree.

SV 22

Oh how sweet the glorious message,
Simple faith may claim;
Yesterday, today, forever,
Jesus is the same.
Still He loves to save the sinful,
Heal the sick and lame;
Cheer the mourner, still the tempest;
Glory to His name!

Yesterday, to-day forever,
Jesus is the same.
All may change, but Jesus never!
Glory to His name,
Glory to His name, Glory to His name,
All may change, but Jesus never!
Glory to His name.

2 He who was the Friend of sinners,
Seeks you, lost one, now;
Sinner come and at His footstool,
Penitently bow.
He who said, “I’ll not condemn you,
Go and sin no more;”
Speaks to you that word of pardon,
As in days of yore.

3 Him who pardoned erring Peter,
Never need you fear;
He that came to faithless Thomas,
All your doubt will clear.
He who let the loved disciple,
On His bosom rest,
Bids you still, with love as tender,
Lean upon His breast.

4 He who mid’ the raging billows,
Walked upon the sea;
Still can hush our wildest tempest,
As on Galilee.
He who wept and prayed in anguish,
In Gethsemane,
Drinks with us each cup of trembling,
In our agony.

5 As of old He walked to Emmaus,
With them to abide;
So through all life’s way He leads us,
Ever by our side.
Soon again shall we behold Him,
Hasten Lord the day!
But ’twill still be “this same Jesus,”
As He went away.

EH 254  7.6. 7. 6. D.

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!

2 Nought, nought I count 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 and mine;
Bought with Thy blood most precious,
Whose can I be but Thine?

3 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.

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

5 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.

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

EH 255  7.6.

O Jesus, I have purposed
To serve Thee to the end;
Be Thou for ever near me,
My Master and my Friend;
I shall not fear the battle
If Thou art by my side,
Nor wander from the pathway
If Thou wilt be my Guide.

2 Oh let me feel Thee near me:
The world is ever near,
I see the sights that dazzle,
The tempting sounds I hear;
My foes are ever near me,
Around me and within;
But, Jesus, draw Thou nearer,
And shield my soul from sin.

3 O Jesus, Thou hast promised
To all who follow Thee,
That where Thou art in glory
There shall Thy servant be;
And, Jesus, I have purposed
To serve Thee to the end;
Oh give me grace to follow
My Master and my Friend.

4 Oh let me see Thy footmarks,
And in them plant mine own:
My hope to follow duly
Is in Thy strength alone.
Oh guide me, call me, draw me,
Uphold me to the end;
And then in heaven receive me,
My Saviour and my Friend.

EH 257  P.M..

O Jesus, Lord, Thou stoodest in my stead:
God’s holy wrath was poured upon Thy head;
For me Thou once was numbered with the dead—
For me, O Lord, for me.

2 O Jesus, Lord, Thy blood has brought me nigh,
Has cleansed me from my sins of scarlet dye;
For me Thy blood was shed on Calvary—
For me, O Lord, for me.

3 O Jesus, Lord, unchanging is Thy love,
Thou liv’st for me at God’s right hand above;
Thy tender care for me I daily prove—
For me, O Lord, for me.

4 For me, O Lord, Thou hast done all things well;
Though feebly here, Thy praise my voice shall swell
When with Thee, Lord, I shall for ever dwell—
With Thee, O Lord, with Thee.

5 O Jesus, Lord, in Thee I may confide,
In Thee in every storm and trouble hide,
And trust in Thee, whatever, Lord, betide,
In Thee, O Lord, in Thee.

EH 283  P.M.

Oh, joy of the justified, joy of the free,
I’m washed in that crimson tide opened for me!
In Christ my Redeemer rejoicing I stand,
Being saved by His grace and held by His hand.

O sing of His mighty love, sing of His mighty love,
Sing of His mighty love, mighty to save!

2 O Jesus the crucified! Jesus, Thou’rt mine;
Though once a lost sinner, yet now I am Thine.
In conscious salvation I sing of His grace,
Who lifts now upon me the smile of His face.

3 O Jesus, my Saviour, I’ll e’er sing of Thee,
Yes, sing of Thy precious blood poured out for me;
And when in the mansions of glory above,
I’ll praise and adore Thine unchangeable love.

4 O you who are guilty and wretched within,
Who feel the sad burden and sorrow of sin,
O look unto Jesus, however impure,
No wound has the soul that His blood cannot cure.

GHC 193  7. 6. 7. 6. D.

Oh, let us sing the story,
The story of His love;
How Jesus came from glory
To raise mankind above.

The precious blood of Jesus
Was shed for you and me,
To purchase our salvation;
’Tis flowing full and free.

2 Oh, let me sing the story,
How Jesus died for me:
The cross on which He suffered,
My boast shall ever be.

3 Oh, let us sing the story,
The story of His death;
How Jesus came from glory,
And died to give us rest.

4 Oh, let us sing the story
Of pardon, peace and love,
For all who will receive it—
A home of rest above.

GT  115  6. 6. 6. 6. 6. 6.

O Lord, I bring to Thee
This sinful life of mine;
There is no rest for me
Save in Thy love divine:
Weary I come to Thee,
For, Lord, Thou callest me.

2 I own to Thee my guilt,
No merit can I plead,
But Lord, Thou canst, Thou wilt
Meet e’en my deepest need:
Sinful, I come to Thee,
Have mercy, Lord, on me.

3 Take Thou this ruined life,
I yield it up to Thee,
And change sin’s bitter strife
For peace and liberty:
Helpless I come to Thee,
For Thou hast died for me.

4 Sinful and weak, I fear
To take my way alone,
Saviour, I look to Thee,
Exalted on the throne:
Strengthless, my strength from Thee
I’d draw. Thou lovest me.

YP 15

O Lord most high, Thou holy God and Saviour,
Thy pow’r and might are more than tongue can tell,
But greater far the love that planned salvation
And saved the lost from sin and death and hell.

O God of Love, O God of Calvary,
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
In all the world there is no one like Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

2 Once far from God, an alien and a stranger,
Of hope bereft, a sinner lost and lone,
But Jesus came to rescue from the danger,
To give us life He sacrificed His own.

3 In mercy rich, in love and grace abounding,
When we were dead in trespasses and sins,
Thine only Son for us was freely given,
How great Thou art! in Thee our life begins.

Sep. sheet

O Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the works Thy hands hath made,
I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed:

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee,
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee,
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!

2 When through the woods and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees:
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur,
And hear the brook, and feel the gentle breeze:

3 Oh, when I see ungrateful man defiling
This bounteous earth, God’s gifts so good and great;
In foolish pride Gods holy name reviling
And yet, in grace, His wrath and judgment wait:

4 And when I think that God His Son not sparing,
Sent Him to die—I scarce can take it in;
That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died, to take away my sin:

5 When burdens press, and seem beyond endurance,
Bowed down with grief, to Him I lift my face;
And then in love He brings me sweet assurance:
“My child! For you, sufficient is my grace.”

6 When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
And take me home—what joy shall fill my heart!
Then shall I bow in humble adoration,
And there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art!

EH 265

O Lord, what love for sinners Thou hast shown,
To give Thy life for those by sin undone:
But is that blood, which does for sin atone,
*For me? For me? For me?

2 Was it for guilty sinners such as I
That Thou, O Lord, didst suffer, bleed, and die?
And is that grace which Thou dost now supply*

3 Is it for me, who early went astray,
Who turned from God to tread a self-willed way?
Is it for me that mercy flows today?*

4 If ’tis the hopeless case Thou lov’st to meet,
If ’tis a sinner Thou dost run to greet,
Then ’tis for me to worship at Thy feet.*

5 Yes, if my hope is placed in Thee alone;
Yes, if I trust in Thee, th’eternal Son;
Then ’tis for me that work which Thou hast done.*

6 Yes, ’twas for me, Lord Jesus, Thou didst come;
To me Thou givest pardon, peace, and home;
And, Saviour, on Thy loving breast there’s room*

7 And till I meet Thee in that glory bright,
And when I walk with Thee in robe of white,
O Lord, I’ll find my sweet, my full delight
In Thee! In Thee! In Thee!

AH 401 C. M. & ch. 8. 6. 8. 8.

Oh, lost one, in the wilds of sin,
So long from God away,
Before you lies an open path,
Where you can walk to-day.

For if you shall confess the Lord, . . .
And in your heart believe . . .
His word is sure, it stands secure, . . .
“You shall be saved . . . you shall be saved.”

2 So many roads across the marsh
But lead to vales of night;
This one, “the true and living way,”
Ends in the fadeless light.

3 How many paths at first seem fair
That lead to loss and pain;
This one yields comfort all the way,
The end eternal gain.

SS&S 633

O Love, that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in Thee;
I give Thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

2 O Light, that follow’st all my way,
I yield my flick’ring torch to Thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in Thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

3 O Joy, that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to Thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain
That morn shall tearless be.

4 O Cross, that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from Thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

SS&S 71  C.M. & ch.

Oh, precious words that Jesus said!—
“The soul that comes to Me,
I will in no wise cast him out,
Whoever he may be.”
“Whoever he may be,
Whoever he may be;
I will in no wise cast him out,
Whoever he may be.”

2 Oh, precious words that Jesus said!—
“Behold, I am the Door;
And all that enter in by Me
Have life for evermore.” &c.

3 Oh, precious words that Jesus said!—
“Come, weary souls oppressed,
Come, take My yoke and learn of Me;
And I will give you rest. &c.

4 Oh, precious words that Jesus said!—
“The world I overcame;
And they who follow where I lead,
Shall conquer in My name.” &c.

EH 269  P.M. 9. 8. 9. 8.

Oh say, have you been to the Saviour,
Who life everlasting will give?
He asks nothing hard of the sinner,
’Tis only to trust Him, and live!

2 For, free as the glorious sunshine,
Yes, free as the light and the air,
Is the blessèd redemption of Jesus,—
Oh what with His love may compare?

3 How simple God’s “way of salvation”!
Not “trying,” or “doing one’s best,”
But just in believing on Jesus
The weary and sinful find rest!

4 “’Tis finished!” Oh word fraught with meaning,
How precious the message it tells;
In our ears the glad music is ringing
Like chiming of sweet silver bells!

5 Proclaiming release to the captive,
Poor slaves of the tyrant set free,
The power of Satan was broken
When Jesus expired on the tree.

6 The Saviour has purchased your freedom,
But priceless the ransom He gave;
Then trust in “the Blood,” all-atoning,
Of Jesus, the “mighty to save!”

GT 117  P.M. (thee?)

O sinner, come to Jesus,—come away.
Let not fears detain you,—come today,
Bring your guilt and folly—right to Him,
He will save you fully—bless His name!
Then the song of gladness you will raise—
To His praise.
Then the song of gladness you will raise—
To His praise.

2 Oh the joy of having—Christ as mine!
Oh, the bliss of knowing—love divine!
All so sweetly given—full and true;
Hark the Saviour whispers, “’Tis for you!”
Take the proffered mercy, and adore—

3 Think what pains it cost Him,—you to save,
Think what joy ’twill give Him—you to have.
One more star of glory—in His crown,
One more voice to carol—His renown;
Oh! be wise, delay not, choose Him now!—
To Him bow.

4 Then we’ll meet in glory—still to praise,
There in splendour radiant—join our lays!
Monuments of mercy—e’er to be,—
To His praise eternal—ever free;
Come, oh, come, to Jesus, now, to-day!—
Don’t delay.

EH  286  6.8s.

Oh, speak of Jesus—of that love
Passing all bounds of human thought,
Which made Him leave His throne above,
With Godly deep compassion fraught,
To save from death our ruined race,
Our guilt to purge, our path to trace!

2 Yes, speak of Jesus—of His grace,
Receiving, pardoning, blessing all
His holy spotless life retrace;
His words, His miracles recall:
The words He spoke, the truths He taught
With life, eternal life, are fraught.

3 Oh, speak of Jesus—of His death;
For sinners such as me He died.
“’Tis finished!” with His latest breath
The Lord, Jehovah Jesus, cried.
That death of shame and agony
Opened the way of life to me.

GB 145 & ch.

Oh, sweet is the story of Jesus,
The wonderful Saviour of men,
Who suffered and died for the sinner—
I’ll tell it again and again!

Oh, wonderful, wonderful story,
The dearest that ever was told;
I’ll repeat it in glory,
The wonderful story,
Where I shall His beauty behold.

2 He came from the mansions of glory;
His blood as a ransom He gave,
To purchase eternal redemption,
And oh, He is mighty to save!

3 His mercy flows on like a river,
His love is unmeasured and free;
His grace is for ever sufficient,
It reaches and purifies me.

EH 287  7.6.

Oh, teach me what it meaneth
That cross uplifted high,
With One, the Man of Sorrows,
Condemned to bleed and die.
Oh, teach me what it cost Thee
To make a sinner whole;
And teach me, Saviour, teach me
The value of a soul.

2 Oh, teach me what it meaneth
That sacred crimson tide,—
The blood and water flowing
From Thine own wounded side.
Teach me that if none other
Had sinned, but I alone,
Yet still Thy blood O Jesus,
Thine only, must atone.

3 Oh, teach me what it meaneth
Thy love beyond compare,
The love that reacheth deeper
Than depths of self-despair.
Yes, teach me, till there gloweth
In this cold heart of mine
Some feeble, pale reflection
Of that pure love of Thine!

4 Oh, Infinite Redeemer,
I bring no other plea;
Because Thou dost invite me,
I cast myself on Thee!
Because Thou dost accept me,
I love and I adore!
Because Thy love constraineth,
I’ll praise Thee evermore!

GB 138

Oh, the deep, deep love of Jesus!
Vast, unmeasured, boundless, free;
Rolling as a mighty ocean
In its fulness over me.
Underneath me, all around me,
Is the current of Thy love;
Leading onward, leading homeward,
To my glorious rest above.

2 Oh, the deep, deep love of Jesus!
Spread His praise from shore to shore;
How He loves, is ever loving,
Changes never, nevermore;
How He watches o’er His loved ones,
Died to call them all His own;
How for them He’s interceding,
Watches o’er them from the throne.

3 Oh, the deep, deep love of Jesus!
Love of every love the best:
’Tis an ocean vast of blessing,
’Tis a haven sweet of rest.
Oh, the deep, deep love of Jesus!
’Tis a heaven of heavens to me;
And it lifts me up to glory,
For it lifts me up to Thee.

GT 25 8.7.

Oh! the love of God is boundless,
Perfect, causeless, full and free!
Doubts have vanished, fears are groundless,
Now I know that love to me.
Love, the source of all my blessing;
Love, that set itself on me;
Love, that gave the spotless Victim;
Love told out at Calvary.

2 Oh, the cross of Christ is wondrous!
There I learn God’s heart to me;
Midst the silent, deepening darkness,
“God is light,” I also see.
Holy claims of justice finding
Full expression in that scene,
Light and love alike are telling
What yon woe and sufferings mean.

3 Oh, the sight in heaven is glorious!
Man in righteousness is there;
Once the Victim, now victorious,
Jesus lives in glory fair.
Him who met the claims of glory,
And the need of ruined man,
On the cross—oh, wondrous story!
God has set at His right hand.

4 Oh, what rest of soul in viewing
Jesus on the Father’s throne!
Yes, what peace for ever flowing
From God’s rest in His own Son!
Gazing upward into heaven,
Reading glory in His face,
Knowing that ’tis He, once given
On the cross to take my place.

GT 126  8.7.

Oh! the peace for ever flowing
From God’s thoughts of His own Son;
Oh! the peace of simply knowing,
On the cross that all was done.

2 Peace with God, for Christ in heaven
Object is of faith to me:
Peace with God! the Lord is risen!
Righteousness now counts me free.

3 Peace with God—for Christ’s in glory;
God is just and God is love;
Oh! how blessèd is the story,
That we’re brought to God above.

4 Now free access to the Father,
Through the Christ of God we have,
By the Spirit here abiding,
Promise of the Father’s love.

5 Jesus, Saviour, we adore Thee,
Christ of God—Anointed Son;
We confess Thee, Lord of Glory;
Fruits of victory Thou hast won.

SS&S 353  8.7.D.

Oh, the precious gospel story,
How it tells of love to all!
How the Saviour in compassion
Died to save us from the Fall;
How He came to seek the lost ones,
And to bring them to His fold:
Let us hasten to proclaim it,
For the story must be told.

omit chorus???

The story must be told, . .
The story must be told;
That Jesus died for sinners lost,
The story must be told.

2 Oh, the blessèd gospel story
Of His meek and lowly birth,
And the welcome of the angels
When they told good-will to earth;—
Of the cross on which He suffered
As by prophets seen of old,—
Of His death and resurrection,
Let the story now be told.

3 Oh, the wondrous gospel story!
There is life in every word;
There is hope and consolation
Where the message sweet is heard;
Let us tell it to the weary,
And its beauties all unfold;
’Tis the only guide to heaven,
And the story must be told.

GB 391  L.M.

Oh, walk with Jesus, would you know
How deep, how wide His love can flow!
They only fail His love to prove
Who in the ways of sinners rove.

2 Walk you with Him; that way is light,
All other pathways end in night:
Walk you with Him; that way is rest,
All other pathways are unblest.

3 Oh, walk with Jesus! to your view
He will make all things sweet and new;
Will bring new fragrance from each flower,
And hallow every passing hour.

4 Jesus, a great desire have we
To walk life’s troubled path with Thee:
Come to us now, in converse stay;
And oh! walk with us day by day.

EH 294  C.M.

Oh, what a gift the Father gave
When He bestowed His Son
To save poor ruined guilty man,
By sin defiled, undone!

Oh! ’twas love, ’twas wondrous love,
The love of God to me;
It brought my Saviour from above
To die on Calvary!

2 For I was lost and vile indeed,
To every sin a prey;
Till God in mercy interposed,
And turned my night to day.

3 Now I can call the Saviour mine,
Though all unworthy still;
I’m sheltered by His precious blood
Beyond the reach of ill.

4 Come, all who trust in Jesus, now,
And tell our joys abroad;
Let thankful hymns of praise ascend
For Christ the gift of God.