Spiritual Songs 301–350
301 Bury Thy Sorrow 10s or 11s.
Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847)
P. P. Bliss, 1838-1876
OUR rest is in heaven, our rest is not here:
Then why should we tremble when trials are near?
Be hushed, our sad spirits, the worst that can come
But shortens the journey, and hastens us home.
2 It is not for us to be seeking our bliss,
And building our hopes in a region like this:
We look for a city which hands have not piled,
We long for a country by sin undefiled.
3 The thorn and the thistle around us may grow –
We would not lie down, e'en on roses below:
We ask not our portion, we seek not a rest,
Till in glory for ever with Christ we are blest.
4 Let trial and danger our progress oppose,
They'll only make heaven more sweet at the close;
Come joy or come sorrow, whate'er may befall,
A home with our God will repay us for all.
5 With a scrip on the back, and a staff in the hand,
We march on in haste through an enemy's land.
The road may be rough, but it cannot be long,
Let us smooth it with hope, and cheer it with song.
302 Manoah C.M.
M. Bowly
G. Rossini, 1792-1868
O BLESSED Lord, what hast Thou done,
How vast a ransom given?
Thyself of God the eternal Son,
The Lord of earth and heaven.
2 Thy Father, in His gracious love,
Did spare Thee from His side:
And Thou didst stoop to bear above,
At such a cost, Thy bride.
3 Lord, while our souls in faith repose
Upon Thy precious blood,
Peace like an even river flows,
And mercy, like a flood.
4 But boundless joy shall fill our hearts,
When, gazing on Thy face,
We fully see what faith imparts,
And glory crowns Thy grace.
5 Unseen, we love Thee; dear Thy name!
But when our eyes behold,
With joyful wonder we'll exclaim,
"The half had not been told."
6 For Thou exceedest all the fame
Our ears have ever heard;
How happy we who know Thy name,
And trust Thy faithful word!
303 Martyrdom C.M.
J. Newton
H. Wilson, 1766-1824
WHEN Israel, by divine command,
The pathless desert trod,
They found, throughout the barren land,
A sure resource in God.
2 A cloudy pillar marked the road,
And screened them from the heat;
From the hard rock the water flowed,
And manna was their meat.
3 Like them, we have a rest in view,
Secure from hostile powers:
Like them, we pass a desert too,
But Israel's God is ours.
4 His word a light before us spreads,
By which our path we see;
His love, a banner o'er our heads,
From harm preserves us free.
5 Jesus, the Bread of life, is given
To be our daily food;
Within us dwells that spring from heaven,
The Spirit of our God.
6 Lord, 'tis enough, we ask no more;
Thy grace around us pours
Its rich and unexhausted store,
And all its joy is ours.
304 Rathbun 8.7.8.7
T. Kelly
I. Conkey, 1815-1867
SOON the saints in glory singing,
Will with joy exalt the Lamb;
All in heaven their tribute bringing,
Raising high the Saviour's name.
2 To us now the earnest's given;
Here by grace these themes belong;
Let us sing the song of heaven;
'Tis our everlasting song.
3 See how God has now enthroned Him
At His own right hand in heaven;
There the heavenly hosts have owned Him
Lord, to whom all power is given.
4 Endless life in Him possessing,
Let us praise His glorious name:
Glory, honour, power, and blessing,
Be for ever to the Lamb.
305 Arizona L.M.
W. J. Hocking
R. H. Earnshaw
OUR God and Father unto Thee
As pilgrims weak we now draw near
To breathe our prayers on bended knee,
And supplicate Thy gracious ear.
2 In former days Thou oft hast heard
And amply answered in Thy grace;
By those rich bounties deeply stirred
We bless Thy name and seek Thy face.
3 Though granted much, we still need more,
For some are weak and some have grief;
Supply us all from Thy rich store
With grace and strength and glad relief.
4 Our prayers we bring in that great name,
The name Thou gavest to Thy Son;
In Jesus' name we mercy claim,
And humbly say, "Thy will be done."
306 Converse 8.7.8.7.D
Joseph Medicott Scriven (1819-1886)
C. C. Converse, 1832-1918
WHAT a Friend we have in Jesus
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
Oh, what peace we often forfeit!
Oh, what needless pain we bear!
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer.
2 Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged;
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness;
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
3 Are we weak and heavy-laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Saviour, still our refuge –
Take it to the Lord in prayer;
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer;
In His arms He'll take and shield thee,
Thou wilt find a solace there.
307 Hendon 7s.
Anna Dober (1713-1739), tr. J. Wesley.
Henri Abraham Cesar Malan (1787-1864)
POOR and feeble though we be,
Saviour, we belong to Thee;
Thine we are, Thou Son of God,
Thine, the purchase of Thy blood.
2 Boundless wisdom, power divine,
Love unspeakable, are Thine;
Praise by all to Thee be given,
Son of God, and Heir of Heaven!
308 Sunset 8.7.8.7.
Miss Ora Rowan (1834-1879)
G. C. Stebbins, 1846-1945
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.
2 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.
3 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.
4 Not the crushing of those idols,
With its bitter void and smart;
But the beaming of His beauty,
The unveiling of His heart.
5 Who extinguishes their taper
Till they hail the rising sun?
Who discards the garb of winter
Till the summer has begun?
6 'Tis the look that melted Peter,
'Tis the face that Stephen saw,
'Tis the heart that wept with Mary,
Can alone from idols draw:
7 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?
309 Walton L.M.
S. Medley
Ludwig Van Beethoven, 1770-1827
SAVIOUR, before Thy face we fall,
Our Lord, our life, our hope, our all;
For we have nowhere else to flee,
No sanctuary, Lord, but Thee.
2 In Thee we every glory view
Of safety, strength and beauty too;
'Tis all our rest and peace to see
Our sanctuary, Lord, in Thee.
3 Whatever foes or fears betide,
In Thy blest presence let us hide;
And while we rest our souls on Thee,
Thou shalt our sanctuary be.
4 Through time, with all its changing scenes
And all the grief that intervenes,
Let this support each fainting heart,
That Thou our sanctuary art.
310 Wycliff 8.7.8.7
C. A. Coates
J. Stainer, 1840-1901
SON of God, in heaven we view Thee
Of God's love the Object meet;
While, Lord Jesus Christ, 'tis through Thee
All our blessing is complete.
2 As Thy brethren we surround Thee,
Firstborn of a heavenly race;
He who has with glory crowned Thee
Called us to this blessed place.
3 From the triumph and the glory
Of Thy rest in love divine,
Comes to us the wondrous story,
How God's purpose made us Thine;
4 How by dying Thou hast freed us
From the man of sin and shame,
That, unhindered, Thou might'st lead us
Now to know Thy Father's name.
5 And responsive to Thy longing,
We would now abide in love;
Know Thy joy, as those belonging
To Thyself in heaven above.
311 Stephanos 8.5.8.3.
I. Fleming
H. W. Baker, 1821-1877
THEE we praise, our God and Father,
Thou Thy love hast shown;
Ere the world was, Thou didst choose us
For Thine own.
2 Thou Thine only Son hast given,
Thou art glorified,
For in love to bring us near Thee,
He has died.
3 By the Holy Ghost indwelling
We with Christ have part,
Father, we Thy children call Thee,
From our heart.
4 Love divine, our present portion,
Heaven's choicest store,
Thee we worship, God and Father,
Thee adore.
5 Soon in Thine own house around Thee
Still our praise shall swell,
Sons before Thee ever joying
We shall dwell.
6 For His praise who glorified Thee,
We like Him shall be,
Firstborn among many brethren
Praising Thee.
312 St.
Michael S.M.
T. Kelly
L. Bourgeois, c. 1510- c. 1561
LEAD on, Almighty Lord,
Lead on to victory:
Encouraged by Thy blessed word,
With joy we follow Thee.
2 We follow Thee, our Guide,
Who didst salvation bring:
We follow Thee, through grace supplied
From heaven's eternal spring:
3 Till of the prize possessed,
We hear of war no more,
And, Oh, sweet thought! for ever rest
On yonder peaceful shore.
313 Friend
8.7.8.7.D. Iambic
James Grindley Small (1817-1888)
G. C. Stebbins, 1846-1945
I'VE found a Friend, oh, such a Friend!
He loved me ere I knew Him,
He drew me with the cords of love,
And thus He bound me to Him;
And round my heart still closely twine
Those ties which nought can sever,
For I am His, and He is mine,
For ever and for ever.
2 I've found a Friend, oh, such a Friend!
He bled, He died to save me;
And not alone the gift of life,
But His own self He gave me.
Nought that I have my own I call,
I hold it for the Giver:
My heart, my strength, my life, my all,
Are His, and His for ever.
3 I've found a Friend, oh, such a Friend!
All power to Him is given
To guard me on my onward course,
And bring me safe to heaven.
Th' eternal glories gleam afar
To nerve my faint endeavour:
So now to watch! to work! to war!
And then – to rest for ever!
4 I've found a Friend, oh, such a Friend!
So kind and true and tender,
So wise a Counsellor and Guide,
So mighty a Defender!
From Him, who loves me now so well,
What power my soul can sever?
Shall life, or death, or earth, or hell?
No; I am His for ever.
314 O
Perfect Love 10s or 11's
J. N. Darby
J. Barnby, 1838-1896
LORD, to our souls Thy light is ever pure,
And brings from heaven what Thou alone canst give;
Yea, brings Thyself, the revelation sure
Of heaven's eternal bliss: in Thee we live.
2 We bless Thee, Lord! Of Thee our song shall speak –
Poor and unworthy strains, yet still of Thee.
Come, fill our souls! This only would we seek,
To dwell in love, and God our dwelling be.
3 Be Thou with us! Let no distracting thought
Intrude to hide from us that heavenly light.
Be Thou our strength! Let not what Thou hast brought
Be chased by idle nature's poor delight.
4 Be Thou our all! Thy love can fill the soul –
That love that soars beyond all creature thought;
In spirit bring where endless praises roll,
And fill our longing hearts till there we're brought.
315 Darwall 6.6.6.6.8.8.
C. Wesley
J. Darwall, 1731-1789
JESUS, life-giving sound,
The joy of earth and heaven!
No other help is found,
No other name is given,
In which the sons of men can boast,
But His who seeks and saves the lost.
2 His name the sinner hears,
And is from guilt set free;
'Tis music in his ears,
'Tis life and victory:
His heart o'erflows with sacred joy,
And songs of praise his lips employ.
3 Jesus, all praise above!
We sing Thy blessed name,
We sing Thy dying love,
Thy rising power proclaim:
But soon to give Thee worthy praise,
Both heaven and earth their songs shall raise.
316 Priory 6.6.8.4.D.
M. Bowly
Anon.
WE are by Christ redeemed:
The cost – His precious blood;
Be nothing by our souls esteemed
Like this great good.
Were the vast world our own,
With all its varied store,
And Thou, Lord Jesus, wert unknown,
We still were poor.
2 Our earthen vessels break;
The world itself grows old;
But Christ our precious dust will take,
And freshly mould:
He'll give these bodies vile
A fashion like His own;
He'll bid the whole creation smile,
And hush its groan.
3 Thus far, by grace preserved,
Each moment speeds us on;
The crown and kingdom are reserved
Where Christ is gone.
When cloudless morning shines,
We shall His glory share;
In pleasant places are the lines;
The home how fair!
4 To Him our weakness clings
Through tribulation sore,
And seeks the covert of His wings
Till all be o'er.
And when we've run the race,
And fought the faithful fight,
We then shall see Him face to face,
With saints in light.
317 Wareham L.M.
T. Kelly
W. Knapp, 1698-1768
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.
2 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.
3 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.
4 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.
5 Lord, we adore the wondrous love
Which brought Thee here to bleed and die;
Soon shall we meet in heaven above,
And sing Thy praises in the sky.
318 Petition 7.6.7.6.D
J. G. Deck
Franz Joseph Haydn, 1732-1809
O LAMB of God, still keep us
Close to Thy pierced side;
'Tis only there in safety
And peace we can abide;
With foes and snares around us,
And lusts and fears within;
The grace that sought and found us,
Alone can keep us clean.
2 'Tis only in Thee hiding
We feel ourselves secure;
Only in Thee abiding,
The conflict can endure:
Thine arm the victory gaineth
O'er every hateful foe;
Thy love our hearts sustaineth
In all their cares and woe.
3 Soon shall our eyes behold Thee
With rapture face to face;
And, resting there in glory,
We'll sing Thy power and grace:
Thy beauty, Lord, and glory,
The wonders of Thy love,
Shall be the endless story
Of all Thy saints above.
319 Fulness 7.6.7.6.D
H. Bonar
W. Brockhaus, 1819-1888
OUR sins were borne by Jesus,
The holy Lamb of God:
He took them all, and freed us
From that condemning load.
Our guilt was borne by Jesus,
Who washed the crimson stains
White in His blood most precious,
Till not a spot remains.
2 Our wants are known to Jesus;
All fulness dwells in Him:
He healeth all diseases,
Who did our souls redeem.
We tell our griefs to Jesus,
Our burdens and our cares;
He from them all releases,
Who all our sorrow shares.
3 We love the name of Jesus,
The Christ of God, the Lord;
Like fragrance on the breezes,
His name is spread abroad.
We long to be with Jesus,
With all the ransomed throng,
For ever sing His praises,
The one eternal song.
320 Ignatius C.M.
William Trotter (1818-1865)
J. H. Lester, c. 1850
FAREWELL to this world's fleeting joys,
Our home is not below;
There was no home for Jesus here,
And 'tis to Him we go,
2 To Him in yonder home of love,
Where He has gone before,
The home He changed for Calvary's cross,
Where all our sins He bore.
3 He bore our sins that we might be
His partners on the throne,
The throne He'll shortly share with those
For whom He did atone.
4 Up to our Father's house we go,
To that sweet home of love:
Many the mansions that are found,
Where Jesus dwells above!
5 And He who left that home above,
To be a sufferer here,
Has left this world again, for us
A mansion to prepare.
6 To all His ransomed ones He'll give,
(To us amongst the rest)
With Him to dwell, with Him to reign,
With Him for ever blest.
7 Farewell, farewell, poor faithless world,
With all thy boasted store;
We'd not have joy where He had woe –
Be rich where He was poor.
321 Manoah C.M.
W. Trotter
G. Rossini, 1792-1868
BEHOLD the Lamb, whose precious blood
Drawn from His riven side,
Had power to make our peace with God,
Nor lets one spot abide.
2 The dying thief beheld that Lamb
Expiring by his side,
And proved the value of the Name
Of Jesus crucified.
3 His soul, by virtue of the blood,
To paradise received,
Redemption's earliest trophy stood,
From sin and death retrieved.
4 We, too, the cleansing power have known
Of Christ's atoning blood,
By grace have learnt His name to own,
By which we're brought to God.
5 To Him, then, let our songs ascend,
Who stooped in grace so low:
To Christ, the Lamb, the sinner's Friend,
Let ceaseless praises flow.
322 Fountain C.M.
W. Cowper
H. E. Gebhardt, 1832-1899
THERE is a stream of precious blood
Which flowed from Jesus' veins;
And sinners washed in that blest flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That Saviour in his day;
And by that blood, though vile as he,
My sins are washed away.
3 Blest Lamb of God, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till every ransomed saint of God
Be saved to sin no more.
4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy wounds supplied for me,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall for ever be.
5 Soon in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy power to save;
No more with lisping, stammering tongue,
But conqueror o'er the grave.
6 Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared,
Unworthy though I be,
For me a blood-bought free reward,
A harp of God for me.
7 'Tis strung and tuned for endless years,
And formed by power divine,
To sound in God the Father's ears
No other name but Thine.
323 Festal
Song S.M.
J. Montgomery (vv. 1‑3) J. N. Darby (v. 4)
W. H. Walter, 1825-1893
THE Lord Himself shall come
And shout a quickening word;
Thousands shall answer from the tomb;
"For ever with the Lord".
2 Then as we upward fly,
That resurrection-word
Shall be our shout of victory:
"For ever with the Lord".
3 How shall we meet those eyes?
Ours on Himself we'll cast,
And own ourselves the Saviour's prize,
Mercy from first to last.
4 There with unwearied gaze
Our eyes on Him we'll rest,
And satisfy with endless praise
Our hearts supremely blest.
5 Knowing as we are known,
How shall we love that word!
How oft repeat before the throne,
"For ever with the Lord!"
6 That resurrection-word,
That shout of victory!
Once more "For ever with the Lord,"
Amen, so let it be.
324 Come 4.6.8.8.4.
G. Jeckyll,
G. Tremblay
LORD Jesus, come,
Nor let us longer roam
Afar from Thee, and that bright place
Where we shall see Thee face to face;
Lord Jesus, come.
2 Lord Jesus, come,
Thine absence here we mourn;
No joy we know apart from Thee,
No sorrow in Thy presence see;
Lord Jesus, come.
3 Lord Jesus, come,
And claim us as Thine own;
With longing hearts the path we tread,
Which Thee to heavenly glory led;
Come, Saviour, come.
4 Lord Jesus, come,
And take Thy people home;
That all Thy flock, so scattered here,
With Thee in glory may appear;
Lord Jesus, come.
325 Jena 8.7.8.7.8.7.7.
Philip Freidrich Hiller (1699-1769) tr. by Miss H. K. Burlingham.
S. Gastorius, 1646-1682
WE wait for Thee, O Son of God,
And long for Thine appearing;
"A little while" – Thou'lt come, O Lord,
Thy waiting people cheering.
Thus hast Thou said: we lift the head
In joyful expectation,
For Thou wilt bring salvation.
2 We wait for Thee, content to share
In patience, days of trial;
So meekly Thou the cross didst bear,
Our sin, reproach, denial.
How should not we receive with Thee
The cup of shame and sorrow,
Until the promised morrow?
3 We wait for Thee, for Thou, e'en here,
Hast won our hearts' affection;
In spirit still we find Thee near,
Our solace and protection.
In cloudless light and glory bright
We soon with joy shall greet Thee,
And in the air shall meet Thee.
4 We wait for Thee; Thou wilt arise
Whilst hope her watch is keeping;
Forgotten then, in glad surprise,
Shall be our years of weeping.
Our hearts beat high, the dawn is nigh
That ends our pilgrim story
In Thine eternal glory.
326
De Fleury 8.8.8.8.D. Dactylic
A. M. Toplady
White's Sacred Melodies
AS debtors to mercy alone,
Of heavenly mercy we sing;
Nor fear to draw near to the throne,
Our praise and our worship to bring:
The wrath of a sin-hating God
With us can have nothing to do;
The Saviour's obedience and blood
Hide all our transgressions from view.
2 The work which His goodness began,
The arm of His strength will complete:
His promise is Yea and Amen,
And never was forfeited yet:
Things future, nor things that are now,
Nor all things below nor above,
Can make Him His purpose forgo,
Or sever our souls from His love.
3 Our names from the palms of His hands
Eternity will not erase:
Impressed on His heart they remain
In marks of indelible grace:
And we to the end shall endure,
As sure as the earnest is given;
More happy, but not more secure,
The spirits departed to heaven.
327 Richmond C.M.
J. G. Deck
Thomas Haweis, 1732-1820
LORD Jesus, are we one with Thee?
Oh height, oh depth, of love!
Once slain for us upon the tree,
We're one with Thee above.
2 Such was Thy grace, that for our sake
Thou didst from heaven come down;
With us of flesh and blood partake,
And make our woes Thine own.
3 Our sins, our guilt, in love divine,
Confessed and borne by Thee;
The gall, the curse, the wrath were Thine,
To set Thy ransomed free.
4 Ascended now in glory bright,
Life-giving Head Thou art;
Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height,
Thy saints and Thee can part.
5 Soon, soon shall come that glorious day,
When, seated on Thy throne,
Thou shalt to wondering worlds display
That we with Thee are one.
328 Dedekam 7.6.7.6.D.
P. W. Dolton
Sophie H. Dedekam, 1820-1894
O JESUS, Lord, we love Thee,
Exalt Thy Name alone;
No other name is worthy,
No other Lord we own.
For Thou cam'st down from glory
God's holy will to do,
All righteousness fulfilling –
The Holy and the True.
2 As when on earth Thou drewest
Thine own around Thee, Lord,
To learn Thy love's sweet story,
To hear Thy blessed word;
So now, O Lord, we gather
Unto Thy precious Name;
Thy love's appeal and greatness
Our hearts' affections claim.
329 Eagley C.M.
WE thank Thee, Lord, for weary days
When desert springs were dry,
And first we knew what depth of need
Thy love could satisfy.
2 Days when beneath the desert sun,
Along the toilsome road,
O'er roughest ways we walked with One,
That One the Son of God.
3 We thank Thee for that rest in Thee
The weary only know,
That perfect wondrous sympathy
We only learn below.
4 The sweet companionship of One
Who once the desert trod:
The glorious fellowship with One
Upon the throne of God.
5 We know Thee as we could not know
Through heaven's golden years;
We there shall see Thy glorious face –
Here understand Thy tears!
6 And here in peace, with Thee we go
Where Thou, our Shepherd, trod,
Still, learning through our need below
Depths of the heart of God.
330 Silchester, S.M.
G. V. Wigram
Henri Abraham Cesar Malan, 1787-1864
WHAT raised the wondrous thought,
Or who did it suggest,
That we, the church, to glory brought,
Should with the Son be blest?
2 O God! the thought was Thine,
(Thine only it could be),
Fruit of the wisdom, love divine,
Peculiar unto Thee:
3 For, sure, no other mind,
For thoughts so bold, so free,
Greatness or strength, could ever find;
Thine only it could be.
4 The motives, too, Thine own,
The plan, the counsel, Thine!
Made for Thy Son, bone of His bone,
In glory bright to shine.
5 O God, with great delight
Thy wondrous thought we see,
Upon His throne, in glory bright
The bride of Christ shall be.
6 Sealed with the Holy Ghost,
We triumph in that love,
Thy wondrous thought has made our boast,
Glory with Christ above.
331 Saved
By Grace L.M.D.
J. N. Darby
G. C. Stebbins, 1846-1945
FATHER, Thy sovereign love has sought
Captives to sin, gone far from Thee;
The work that Thine own Son has wrought,
Has brought us back in peace and free.
2 And now as sons before Thy face,
With joyful steps the path we tread,
Which leads us on to that blest place
Prepared for us by Christ our Head.
3 Thou gav'st us, in eternal love,
To Him to bring us home to Thee,
Suited to Thine own thought above,
As sons like Him, with Him to be
4 In Thine own house. There love divine
Fills the bright courts with cloudless joy;
But 'tis the love that made us Thine,
Fills all that house without alloy.
5 O boundless grace which fills with joy
Unmingled all that enter there!
God's nature, love without alloy,
Our hearts are given e'en now to share.
6 God's righteousness with glory bright,
Which with its radiance fills that sphere,
E'en Christ, of God the power and light,
Our title is that light to share.
7 O mind divine, so must it be
That glory all belongs to God:
O love divine, that did decree
We should be part, through Jesus' blood.
8 O keep us, love divine near Thee,
That we our nothingness may know,
And ever to Thy glory be
Walking in faith while here below.
332 O
Perfect Love 11.10.11.10.
Edith Gilling Cherry (?-1897)
J. Barnby, 1838-1896
'WE rest on Thee,' our shield and our defender;
We go not forth alone against the foe;
Strong in Thy strength, safe in Thy keeping tender,
'We rest on Thee, and in Thy name we go.'
2 Yea, 'in Thy name', O Captain of salvation!
In Thy dear name, all other names above;
Jesus our righteousness, our sure foundation,
Our Prince of glory and our King of love.
3 'We go' in faith, our own great weakness feeling,
And needing more each day Thy grace to know:
Yet from our hearts a song of triumph pealing;
'We rest on Thee, and in Thy name we go.'
4 'We rest on Thee', our shield and our defender;
Thine is the battle; Thine shall be the praise;
When passing through the gates of pearly splendour,
Victors, we rest, with Thee, through endless days.
333 Whitburn L.M.
Mrs. Margaret Mackay (1802-1887)
H. W. Baker, 1821-1877
ASLEEP through Jesus, blessed sleep
From which none ever wakes to weep;
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Where powerless is the last of foes.
2 Asleep through Jesus, oh, how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet,
With holy confidence to sing
That death has lost its venomed sting!
3 Asleep through Jesus, peaceful rest,
Whence waking we're supremely blest;
No fear, no woe shall dim the hour
That manifests the Saviour's power.
4 Asleep through Jesus: Yes, to be
From every earthly hindrance free,
While, in the consciousness of love
The spirit lives with Christ above.
334 Ar
Hyd Y Nos 8.4.8.4.8.8.8.4.
M. Bowly
Welsh Traditional Melody
THROUGH the love of God our Saviour,
All will be well;
Free and changeless is His favour,
All, all is well.
Precious is the blood that healed us,
Perfect is the grace that sealed us,
Strong the hand stretched forth to shield us,
All must be well.
2 Though we pass through tribulation,
All will be well.
Ours is such a full salvation,
All, all is well.
Happy still in God confiding;
Fruitful if in Christ abiding;
Steadfast through the Spirit's guiding:
All must be well.
3 We expect a bright tomorrow;
All will be well.
Faith can sing through days of sorrow,
All, all is well.
On our Father's love relying,
Jesus every need supplying;
Or in living or in dying;
All must be well.
335 Morecambe 10s.
T. Willey (1847-1930)
F. C. Atkinson, 1841-1897
LORD Jesus, gladly do our lips express
Our hearts' deep sense of all Thy worthiness;
Thou Risen One, the Holy and the True,
We give Thee now the praise so justly due.
2 Thou giv'st us, Lord, once more to taste down here,
The joy Thy presence brings, its warmth and cheer;
With great delight we 'neath Thy shadow rest,
Thy fruit is sweet to those Thy love has blessed.
3 Thou wast alone, till like the precious grain,
In death Thou layest, but did'st rise again;
And in Thy risen life, a countless host
Are "all of one" with Thee, Thy joy and boast.
4 We bless Thee, Lord, Thou lov'st to take Thy place
Amongst Thine own, who taste Thy boundless grace
'Tis here we learn Thee, as Thou'rt known above,
In heavenly glory – home of perfect love.
336 Pater
Omnium 8.8.8.8.8.8.
W. Sanders
H. J. E. Holmes, 1852-1938
BEHOLD, what wondrous love and grace!
When we were wretched and undone,
To save a ruined, helpless race,
The Father gave His only Son!
Of twice ten thousand gifts divine,
No gift like this could ever shine.
2 O gift of love unspeakable!
O gift of mercy all divine!
We once were slaves of death and hell,
But in Christ's image we shall shine:
For every gift a song we raise,
But this demands eternal praise.
3 Praise shall employ these tongues of ours,
Till we with all the saints above,
Extol His name with nobler powers,
And see the ocean of His love:
Then, while we look, and wondering gaze,
We'll fill the heavens with endless praise.
337 Watcher 7.6.7.6.D.
S. P. Tregelles
E. L. White
O GOD of grace, our Father,
All praise we give to Thee,
'Tis in Thy sovereign favour
All blessedness we see;
There only is the fountain
Whence living waters flow,
Which like a glorious river
Still gladden as they go.
2 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.
3 Thy word, Thyself revealing,
Doth sanctify by truth,
Still leading on Thy children
With gentle heavenly growth:
Thus still the work proceedeth,
(The work begun by grace),
For each is meet, and training,
Father, to see Thy face.
338 Aurelia 7.6.7.6.D
O. L. Barnes
S. S. Wesley, 1810-1876
THOUGH deep, O Lord, our sorrow
When earthly ties are rent,
We wait the glorious morrow
When life's last day is spent;
To see Thee, Lord, in glory
With all Thy loved ones there,
At home – O wondrous story! –
God's endless rest to share.
2 There we shall see the answer
To all Thy grief and shame;
For ever then in nearness
We'll magnify Thy name.
But now Thy love sustains us,
Sore though the hour of grief;
What solace, O Lord Jesus,
In Thee to find relief!
3 As resting in Thy will, Lord,
We prove Thy wondrous love;
The Spirit's power and comfort
Lift our poor hearts above,
Beyond earth's mortal dwelling,
To yonder glory bright,
Where endless anthems swelling
Shall soon our hearts delight.
339 Mannheim 8.7.8.7.8.7.
T. Kelly
F. Filitz, 1804-1876
LORD, dismiss us hence with gladness;
Be Thine outcast lot our choice:
'Tis Thy foes have need of sadness,
But Thine own may well rejoice;
Who shall harm us
While we know and hear Thy voice?
2 Saviour, keep us from all evil,
Go before us in the way;
Till we reach the rest of heaven
Be Thy word our guide and stay;
Joy and triumph
Now are ours and in that day.
340 Evening
Blessing 8.7.8.7.
Miss Dorothy Ann Thrupp (1779-1847)
G. C. Stebbins, 1846-1945
FATHER, we commend our spirits
To Thy love in Jesus' name,
Love which His atoning merits
Give us confidence to claim.
2 Oh, how sweet, how real a pleasure
Flows from love so full and free!
'Tis a vast exhaustless treasure,
Saviour, we possess in Thee.
3 From the world and its confusion
Here we turn and find our rest;
From its care and its delusion
Turn to Thee, in whom we're blest.
4 By the Holy Ghost anointed,
May we do the Father's will,
Walk the path by Him appointed
All His pleasure to fulfil.
341 Day
of Rest 7.6.7.6.D.
Miss C. Thompson
J. W. Elliott, 1833-1915
O GRACIOUS God, Thy pleasure
Is in Thy Christ made known,
And tells the boundless measure
Of blessing for Thine own:
He has Thy presence entered,
As Man in heaven is known;
In Him Thy glory's centred,
In Him Thy purpose shown.
2 And oh, what love is beaming
Refulgent in that face!
What blessed light is streaming
From that most glorious place!
Both love and light proclaiming
What Thou, the Father, art,
And wondrous grace revealing,
With Thine own Son, our part.
3 Thou Source of every blessing;
Thou Spring of all delight;
Thy name with joy confessing
Let all the saints unite.
Each heart its praise outpouring
To Thee all praise above,
Each voice in strains adoring,
Re-echoes – "God is love."
342 St
Theodulph 7.6.7.6.D
A. Cutting
M. Teschner, 1584-1635
O GOD, our hearts are lifted
To Thee in grateful praise;
Responsive to Thy Spirit
A joyful song we raise;
For He Thy gracious purpose
In Christ to us has shown,
That now as sons before Thee,
His favour is our own.
2 In nature's darkness shrouded,
And dead in sins we lay,
Until Thy Holy Spirit
Transformed our night to day,
Awakened needs within us,
Begetting us anew,
And by love's strong compelling,
Our souls to Jesus drew.
3 We trusted Him as Saviour,
When rest and peace we sought,
And now Thy Spirit seals us,
As those His love has bought.
Made Thine He ne'er will leave us,
For He is pledged to stay,
As earnest of our portion,
Until redemption's day.
4 O may Thy Holy Spirit,
Blest unction from on high,
With all His rich infilling,
Lead us to glorify
The risen Christ, our Saviour,
By loyal witness true,
Constraining us to serve Him
In all we say and do.
343 Lancashire 7.6.7.6.D.
J. N. Darby
H. T. Smart, 1813-1879
O LORD, Thy love's unbounded,
So sweet, so full, so free;
My soul is all transported
Whene'er I think on Thee.
2 Yet, Lord, alas, what weakness
Within myself I find:
No infant's changing pleasure
Is like my wandering mind.
3 And yet Thy love's unchanging,
And doth recall my heart
To joy in all its brightness –
The peace its beams impart.
4 Yet sure, if in Thy presence
My soul still constant were,
Mine eye would, more familiar,
Its brighter glories bear.
5 And thus Thy deep perfections
Much better should I know,
And with adoring fervour
In this Thy nature grow.
6 Still sweet 'tis to discover,
If clouds have dimmed my sight,
When passed, eternal Lover,
Towards me, as e'er, Thou'rt bright.
7 O keep my soul, then, Jesus,
Abiding still with Thee;
And if I wander, teach me
Soon back to Thee to flee,
8 That all Thy gracious favour
May to my soul be known;
And, versed in this Thy goodness,
My hopes Thyself shalt crown.
344 Exaltation 11.10.11.10.
NOT I, but Christ, be honoured, loved, exalted;
Not I, but Christ, be seen, be known, be heard;
Not I, but Christ, in every look and action;
Not I, but Christ, in every thought and word.
2 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.
3 Not I, but Christ, in lowly, silent labour;
Not I, but Christ, in humble, earnest toil;
Christ, only Christ! no show, no ostentation;
Christ, none but Christ, the gatherer of the spoil.
4 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.
345 Troyte's
Chant 6.8.6.4.
W. J. Blew (from the Latin)
A. H. D. Troyte, 1811-1857
A SHAMEFUL death He dies,
Uplifted with transgressors twain,
The Lamb for sacrifice,
By sinners slain.
2 Full was the cup of woe;
In death His thorn-crowned head declined;
"'Tis done," He cried, and then
His soul resigned.
3 O come my soul, and gaze
On that great grief, that crown of thorn:
See there, in deep amaze,
Thy sentence borne.
4 To Thee, O Saviour Lord,
Who washed in blood our sins away,
Our boundless gratitude
Its thanks would pay.
346 Darwall 6.6.6.6.8.8.
I. Watts (except v. 2)
J. Darwall, 1731-1789
LORD of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of Thy love,
The heavenly mansions are!
To Thine abode
Our hearts aspire,
With warm desire
To see our God.
2 There is Thy throne of grace,
The virtue of the blood;
There lives before Thy face
Our great High Priest, O God;
His name our plea,
We now draw near
In holy fear,
To worship Thee.
3 We go from strength to strength
Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each arrives at length,
And safe in heaven appears:
O glorious seat,
Where God the King
Shall shortly bring
Our willing feet.
347 Praise
My Soul 8.7.8.7.8.7.
T. Kelly
J. Goss, 1800-1880
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.
2 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.
3 Fair the scene that lies before me;
Life eternal Jesus gives;
While He waves His banner o'er me,
Peace and joy my soul receives:
Sure His promise;
I shall live because He lives.
4 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 loss.
348 Warwick C.M.
J. N. Darby
S. Stanley, 1767-1822
BLEST Lord, Thou spakest! 'twas Thy voice
That led our hearts to Thee;
That drew us to that better choice,
Where grace has set us free.
2 Thou wouldest that we should rejoice
And walk by faith below;
Enough, that we have heard Thy voice,
And learned Thy love's deep woe –
3 Thy glory, Lord – this living waste
To us no rest can give;
Our path is on with earnest haste,
Lord, in Thy rest to live.
4 Our happiness, O Lord, with Thee
Is long laid up in store,
For that blest day when Thee we'll see,
And conflict will be o'er.
5 Yes, love divine in Thee we know;
The Father's glories soon
Shall burst upon our ravished view,
Thyself our endless crown.
6 Soon shall we see Thee as Thou art,
O hope for ever blest!
Thou'lt call us, in our heavenly part,
The Father's house, to rest.
7 O rest ineffable, divine,
The rest of God above,
Where we shall ever see Thee shine,
Our joy, eternal love!
349 Scott S.M.
I. Watts
J. H. G. Naegeli, 1768-1836
MY soul, repeat His praise
Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.
2 High as the heavens are raised
Above the earth we tread,
So far the riches of God's grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
3 His power subdues our sin;
And His forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Did all our guilt remove.
4 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.
5 But Thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And all Thy people ever find
Thy word of promise sure.
350 Sandon 10.4.10.4.10.10.
James Boyd (1851-1936)
C. H. Purday, 1799-1885
O TEACH us, Lord, Thy searchless love to know,
Thou, who hast died.
Before our feeble faith, Lord Jesus, show
Thy hands and side;
That our glad hearts, responsive unto Thine,
May wake with all the power of love divine.
2 Thy death has brought to light the Father's heart,
And ours has won;
And now we contemplate Thee as Thou art,
God's glorious Son!
And know that we are loved with that great love,
That rests on Thee in those bright courts above.
3 Thy flesh is meat, Thy blood, blest Saviour, shed,
Is drink indeed;
On Thee, the true, the heavenly, living Bread,
Our souls would feed,
And live with Thee in life's eternal home,
Where sin, nor want, nor woe, nor death can come.