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Jesus, Thy Name I Love

James G. Deck·Modern

Verse 1

Jesus, Thy Name I love,
All other names above,
Jesus, my Lord:
O Thou art all to me;
Nothing to please I see,
Nothing apart from Thee,
Jesus, my Lord.

Verse 2

Thou, blessed Son of God,
Hast bought me with Thy blood,
Jesus, my Lord:
O how great is Thy love,
All other loves above,
Love that I daily prove,
Jesus, my Lord.

Verse 3

When unto Thee I flee,
Thou wilt my Refuge be,
Jesus, my Lord:
What need I now to fear,
What earthly grief or care,
Since Thou art ever near?
Jesus, my Lord.

Verse 4

Soon Thou wilt come again;
I shall be happy then,
Jesus, my Lord:
Then Thine own face I’ll see,
Then I shall like Thee be,
Then evermore with Thee,
Jesus, my Lord.

James G. Deck, “Jesus, Thy Name I Love”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 157 · 6.6.4.6.6.6.4. · Stobel

Verse 1

What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone
Around Thy steps below;
What patient love was seen in all
Thy life and death of woe!

Verse 2

For ever on Thy burdened heart
A weight of sorrow hung;
Yet no ungentle, murmuring word
Escaped Thy silent tongue.

Verse 3

Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,
Thy friends unfaithful prove;
Unwearied in forgiveness still,
Thy heart could only love.

Verse 4

O give us hearts to love like Thee,
Like Thee, O Lord, to grieve
Far more for others’ sins than all
The wrongs that we receive.

Verse 5

One with Thyself, may every eye
In us, Thy brethren, see
That gentleness and grace that spring
From union, Lord, with Thee.

Edward Denny, “What Grace, O Lord, and Beauty Shone”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 191 · C.M. · St. Bernard

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Gracious Spirit, Holy Ghost

Christopher Wordsworth·Modern

Verse 1

Gracious Spirit, Holy Ghost,
Taught by Thee, we covet most,
Of Thy gifts at Pentecost,
Holy, heavenly love.

Verse 2

Faith, that mountains could remove,
Tongues of earth or heaven above,
Knowledge, all things, empty prove,
Without heavenly love.

Verse 3

Love is kind, and suffers long;
Love is meek, and thinks no wrong;
Love than death itself more strong;
Therefore, give us love.

Verse 4

Prophecy will fade away,
Melting in the light of day;
Love will ever with us stay;
Therefore, give us love.

Verse 5

Faith will vanish into sight;
Hope be emptied in delight;
Love in heaven will shine more bright;
Therefore, give us love.

Verse 6

Faith and hope and love we see,
Joining hand in hand, agree;
But the greatest of the three,
And the best, is love.

Verse 7

From the overshadowing
Of Thy gold and silver wing,
Shed on us who to Thee sing
Holy, heavenly love.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 276 · 7.7.7.5. · Atkinson

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Jesus, Thy Name I Love

James G. Deck·Modern

Verse 1

Jesus, Thy Name I love,
All other names above,
Jesus, my Lord:
O Thou art all to me;
Nothing to please I see,
Nothing apart from Thee,
Jesus, my Lord.

Verse 2

Thou, blessed Son of God,
Hast bought me with Thy blood,
Jesus, my Lord:
O how great is Thy love,
All other loves above,
Love that I daily prove,
Jesus, my Lord.

Verse 3

When unto Thee I flee,
Thou wilt my Refuge be,
Jesus, my Lord:
What need I now to fear,
What earthly grief or care,
Since Thou art ever near?
Jesus, my Lord.

Verse 4

Soon Thou wilt come again;
I shall be happy then,
Jesus, my Lord:
Then Thine own face I’ll see,
Then I shall like Thee be,
Then evermore with Thee,
Jesus, my Lord.

Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 307 · 6.6.4.6.6.6.4. · Stobel

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Surrounded by Unnumbered Foes

Gerald Massey·Modern

Verse 1

Surrounded by unnumbered foes,
Against my soul the battle goes;
Yet though I weary, sore distrest,
I know that I shall reach my rest.
I lift my tearful eyes above,—
His banner over me is love.

Verse 2

Its sword my spirit will not yield,
Though flesh may faint upon the field;
He waves before my fading sight
The branch of palm, the crown of light:
I lift my brightening eyes above,—
His banner over me is love.

Verse 3

My cloud of battle-dust may dim,
His veil of splendor curtain Him;
And in the midnight of my fear
I may not feel Him standing near:
But, as I lift mine eyes above,
His banner over me is love.

Gerald Massey, “Surrounded by Unnumbered Foes”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 510 · 8.8.8.8.8.8. · Wavertree

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In Heavenly Love Abiding

Anna L. Waring·Modern

Verse 1

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?

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

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,
The path to life is free;
My Saviour has my treasure,
And He will walk with me.

Anna L. Waring, “In Heavenly Love Abiding”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 527 · 7.6.7.6.D. · Waring

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I Could Not Do Without Thee

Frances R. Havergal·Modern

Verse 1

I could not do without Thee,
O Saviour of the lost,
Whose precious blood redeemed me
At such tremendous cost;
Thy righteousness, Thy pardon,
Thy precious blood, must be
My only hope and comfort,
My glory and my plea.

Verse 2

I could not do without Thee,
I cannot stand alone,
I have no strength or goodness,
No wisdom of my own;
But Thou, belovèd Saviour,
Art All in all to me,
And weakness will be power,
If leaning hard on Thee.

Verse 3

I could not do without Thee,
O Jesus, Saviour dear;
E’en when my eyes are holden,
I know that Thou art near.
How dreary and how lonely
This changeful life would be,
Without the sweet communion,
The secret rest with Thee!

Verse 4

I could not do without Thee;
No other friend can read
The spirit’s strange deep longings,
Interpreting its need;
No human heart could enter
Each dim recess of mine,
And soothe, and hush, and calm it,
O blessed Lord, but Thine.

Verse 5

I could not do without Thee,
For years are fleeting fast,
And soon in solemn loneliness
The river must be passed;
But Thou wilt never leave me,
And though the waves roll high,
I know Thou wilt be near me,
And whisper, “It is I.”

Frances R. Havergal, “I Could Not Do Without Thee”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 547 · 7.6.7.6.D. · Magdalena

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To Thee, O Dear, Dear Saviour!

John S. B. Monsell·Modern

Verse 1

To Thee, O dear, dear Saviour!
My spirit turns for rest,
My peace is in Thy favor,
My pillow on Thy breast;
Though all the world deceive me,
I know that I am Thine,
And Thou wilt never leave me,
O blessed Saviour mine.

Verse 2

In Thee my trust abideth,
On Thee my hope relies,
O Thou whose love provideth
For all beneath the skies;
O Thou whose mercy found me,
From bondage set me free,
And then for ever bound me
With threefold cords to Thee.

Verse 3

My grief is in the dulness
With which this sluggish heart
Doth open to the fulness
Of all Thou wouldst impart;
My joy is in Thy beauty
Of holiness Divine,
My comfort in the duty
That binds my life in Thine.

Verse 4

Alas, that I should ever
Have failed in love to Thee,
The only One who never
Forgat or slighted me!
O for a heart to love Thee
More truly as I ought,
And nothing place above Thee
In deed, or word, or thought.

Verse 5

O for that choicest blessing
Of living in Thy love,
And thus on earth possessing
The peace of heaven above;
O for the bliss that by it
The soul securely knows
The holy calm and quiet
Of faith’s serene repose.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 548 · 7.6.7.6.D. · Savoy Chapel

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O Holy Saviour, Friend Unseen

Charlotte Elliott·Modern

Verse 1

O Holy Saviour, Friend unseen,
Since on Thine arm Thou bidd’st me lean,
Help me, throughout life’s varying scene,
By faith to cling to Thee.

Verse 2

Blest with this fellowship Divine,
Take what Thou wilt, I’ll ne’er repine;
E’en as the branches to the vine,
My soul would cling to Thee.

Verse 3

Far from her home, fatigued, oppressed,
Here she has found her place of rest,
An exile still, yet not unblest,
While she can cling to Thee.

Verse 4

What though the world deceitful prove,
And earthly friends and joys remove,
With patient, uncomplaining love
Still would I cling to Thee.

Verse 5

Though faith and hope may long be tried,
I ask not, need not aught beside;
How safe, how calm, how satisfied,
The souls that cling to Thee!

Verse 6

Blest is my lot, whate’er befall;
What can disturb me, who appal,
While as my Strength, my Rock, my All,
Saviour, I cling to Thee?

Charlotte Elliott, “O Holy Saviour, Friend Unseen”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 549 · 8.8.8.6. · Derry

Verse 1

I’ve found a Friend; O 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 naught can sever,
For I am His, and He is mine,
For ever and for ever.

Verse 2

I’ve found a Friend; O such a Friend!
He bled, He died to save me;
And not alone the gift of life,
But His own self He gave me;
Naught that I have mine own I’ll call,
I’ll hold it for the Giver;
My heart, my strength, my life, my all,
Are His, and His for ever.

Verse 3

I’ve found a Friend; O such a Friend!
All power to Him is given,
To guard me on my onward course,
And bring me safe to heaven:
Eternal glory gleams afar,
To nerve my faint endeavor;
So now to watch, to work, to war,
And then to rest for ever.

Verse 4

I’ve found a Friend; O 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 shall sever?
Shall life or death, shall earth or hell?
No: I am His for ever.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 552 · 8.7.8.7.D. · Constance

Verse 1

Jesus, these eyes have never seen
That radiant form of Thine;
The veil of sense hangs dark between
Thy blessed face and mine.

Verse 2

I see Thee not, I hear Thee not,
Yet art Thou oft with me;
And earth hath ne’er so dear a spot
As where I meet with Thee.

Verse 3

Like some bright dream that comes unsought,
When slumbers o’er me roll,
Thine image ever fills my thought,
And charms my ravished soul.

Verse 4

Yet though I have not seen, and still
Must rest in faith alone;
I love Thee, dearest Lord, and will,
Unseen, but not unknown.

Verse 5

When death these mortal eyes shall seal,
And still this throbbing heart,
The rending veil shall Thee reveal,
All glorious as Thou art.

Ray Palmer, “Jesus, These Eyes Have Never Seen”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 558 · C.M. · Sawley

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Immortal Love, for Ever Full

John G. Whittier·Modern

Verse 1

Immortal Love, for ever full,
For ever flowing free,
For ever shared, for ever whole,
A never-ebbing sea!

Verse 2

Our outward lips confess the Name
All other names above;
Love only knoweth whence it came,
And comprehendeth love.

Verse 3

We may not climb the heavenly steeps
To bring the Lord Christ down;
In vain we search the lowest deeps,
For Him no depths can drown:

Verse 4

But warm, sweet, tender, even yet
A present Help is He;
And faith has still its Olivet,
And love its Galilee.

Verse 5

The healing of His seamless dress
Is by our beds of pain;
We touch Him in life’s throng and press,
And we are whole again.

Verse 6

Through Him the first fond prayers are said
Our lips of childhood frame;
The last low whispers of our dead
Are burdened with His Name.

Verse 7

Our Lord, and Master of us all,
Whate’er our name or sign,
We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call,
We test our lives by Thine.

John G. Whittier, “Immortal Love, for Ever Full”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 561 · C.M. · Faith

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Jesus, My Lord, My God, My All

Henry Collins·Modern

Verse 1

Jesus, my Lord, my God, my All,
Hear me, blest Saviour, when I call;
Hear me, and from Thy dwelling-place
Pour down the riches of Thy grace:
Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore;
O make me love Thee more and more.

Verse 2

Jesus, too late I Thee have sought;
How can I love Thee as I ought?
And how extol Thy matchless fame,
The glorious beauty of Thy Name?
Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore;
O make me love Thee more and more.

Verse 3

Jesus, what didst Thou find in me
That Thou hast dealt so lovingly?
How great the joy that Thou hast brought,
So far exceeding hope or thought!
Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore;
So make me love Thee more and more.

Verse 4

Jesus, of Thee shall be my song;
To Thee my heart and soul belong:
All that I have or am is Thine;
And Thou, blest Saviour, Thou art mine:
Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore;
O make me love Thee more and more.

Henry Collins, “Jesus, My Lord, My God, My All”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 564 · 8.8.8.8.8.8. · Jesu, Domine

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O Lamb of God, Still Keep Me

James G. Deck·Modern

Verse 1

O Lamb of God, still keep me
Near to Thy wounded side;
’Tis only there in safety
And peace I can abide.
What foes and snares surround me,
What doubts and fears within!
The grace that sought and found me
Alone can keep me clean.

Verse 2

’Tis only in Thee hiding,
I know my life secure;
Only in Thee abiding,
The conflict can endure:
Thine arm the victory gaineth
O’er every hateful foe;
Thy love my heart sustaineth
In all its care and woe.

Verse 3

Soon shall my eyes behold Thee,
With rapture, face to face;
One half hath not been told me
Of all Thy power and grace;
Thy beauty, Lord, and glory,
The wonders of Thy love,
Shall be the endless story
Of all Thy saints above.

James G. Deck, “O Lamb of God, Still Keep Me”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 566 · 7.6.7.6.D. · St. George's, Bolton

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Verse 1

Christ, of all my hopes the Ground,
Christ, the Spring of all my joy,
Still in Thee may I be found,
Still for Thee my powers employ.

Verse 2

Fountain of o’erflowing grace,
Freely from Thy fulness give;
Till I close my earthly race,
May I prove it “Christ to live.”

Verse 3

Firmly trusting in Thy blood,
Nothing shall my heart confound;
Safely I shall pass the flood,
Safely reach Emmanuel’s ground.

Verse 4

When I touch the blessed shore,
Back the closing waves shall roll;
Death’s dark stream shall nevermore
Part from Thee my ravished soul.

Verse 5

Thus, O thus, an entrance give
To the land of cloudless sky;
Having known it “Christ to live,”
Let me know it “gain to die.”

Ralph Wardlaw, “Christ, of All My Hopes the Ground”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 567 · 7.7.7.7. · (Hendon)

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O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go

George Matheson·Modern

Verse 1

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.

Verse 2

O Light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to Thee:
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in Thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

George Matheson, “O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 568 · 8.8.8.8.6. · St. Margaret

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Jesus, Sun and Shield Art Thou

Horatius Bonar·Modern

Verse 1

Jesus, Sun and Shield art Thou;
Sun and Shield for ever:
Never canst Thou cease to shine,
Cease to guard us never.
Cheer our steps as on we go,
Come between us and the foe.

Verse 2

Jesus, Bread and Wine art Thou,
Wine and Bread for ever:
Never canst Thou cease to feed,
Or refresh us never.
Feed we still on Bread Divine,
Drink we still this heavenly Wine.

Verse 3

Jesus, Love and Life art Thou,
Life and Love for ever:
Ne’er to quicken shalt Thou cease,
Or to love us never.
All of life and love we need
Is in Thee, in Thee indeed.

Verse 4

Jesus, Peace and Joy art Thou,
Joy and Peace for ever:
Joy that fades not, changes not,
Peace that leaves us never.
Joy and peace we have in Thee,
Now and through eternity.

Verse 5

Jesus, Song and Strength art Thou,
Strength and Song for ever:
Strength that never can decay,
Song that ceaseth never.
Still to us this strength and song
Through eternal days prolong.

Horatius Bonar, “Jesus, Sun and Shield Art Thou”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 569 · 7.6.7.6.7.7. · Sun and Shield

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My Spirit on Thy Care

Henry F. Lyte·Modern

Verse 1

My spirit on Thy care,
Blest Saviour, I recline;
Thou wilt not leave me to despair,
For Thou art Love Divine.

Verse 2

In Thee I place my trust,
On Thee I calmly rest;
I know Thee good, I know Thee just,
And count Thy choice the best.

Verse 3

Whate’er events betide,
Thy will they all perform;
Safe in Thy breast my head I hide,
Nor fear the coming storm.

Verse 4

Let good or ill befall,
It must be good for me;
Secure of having Thee in all,
Of having all in Thee.

Henry F. Lyte, “My Spirit on Thy Care”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 570 · S.M. · (Gorton)

Verse 1

Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin?
The blood of Jesus whispers peace within.

Verse 2

Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed?
To do the will of Jesus, this is rest.

Verse 3

Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round?
On Jesus’ bosom naught but calm is found.

Verse 4

Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away?
In Jesus’ keeping we are safe, and they.

Verse 5

Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown?
Jesus we know, and He is on the throne.

Verse 6

Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours?
Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers.

Verse 7

It is enough: earth’s struggles soon shall cease,
And Jesus call us to heaven’s perfect peace.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 571 · 10.10. · Pax Tecum

Verse 1

I’ve found a Friend; O 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 naught can sever,
For I am His, and He is mine,
For ever and for ever.

Verse 2

I’ve found a Friend; O such a Friend!
He bled, He died to save me;
And not alone the gift of life,
But His own self He gave me;
Naught that I have mine own I’ll call,
I’ll hold it for the Giver;
My heart, my strength, my life, my all,
Are His, and His for ever.

Verse 3

I’ve found a Friend; O such a Friend!
All power to Him is given,
To guard me on my onward course,
And bring me safe to heaven:
Eternal glory gleams afar,
To nerve my faint endeavor;
So now to watch, to work, to war,
And then to rest for ever.

Verse 4

I’ve found a Friend; O 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 shall sever?
Shall life or death, shall earth or hell?
No: I am His for ever.

Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 584 · 8.7.8.7.D. · Constance

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More Love to Thee, O Christ

Elizabeth P. Prentiss·Modern

Verse 1

More love to Thee, O Christ,
More love to Thee!
Hear Thou the prayer I make
On bended knee;
This is my earnest plea,
More love, O Christ, to Thee,
More love to Thee!

Verse 2

Once earthly joy I craved,
Sought peace and rest;
Now Thee alone I seek,
Give what is best;
This all my prayer shall be,
More love, O Christ, to Thee,
More love to Thee!

Verse 3

Let sorrow do its work,
Send grief and pain;
Sweet are Thy messengers,
Sweet their refrain,
When they can sing with me,
More love, O Christ, to Thee,
More love to Thee!

Verse 4

Then shall my latest breath
Whisper Thy praise;
This be the parting cry
My heart shall raise,
This still its prayer shall be,
More love, O Christ, to Thee,
More love to Thee!

Elizabeth P. Prentiss, “More Love to Thee, O Christ”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 602 · 6.4.6.4.6.6.4. · Nearer to Thee

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More Love to Thee, O Christ

Elizabeth P. Prentiss·Modern

Verse 1

More love to Thee, O Christ,
More love to Thee!
Hear Thou the prayer I make
On bended knee;
This is my earnest plea,
More love, O Christ, to Thee,
More love to Thee!

Verse 2

Once earthly joy I craved,
Sought peace and rest;
Now Thee alone I seek,
Give what is best;
This all my prayer shall be,
More love, O Christ, to Thee,
More love to Thee!

Verse 3

Let sorrow do its work,
Send grief or pain;
Sweet are Thy messengers,
Sweet their refrain,
When they can sing with me,
More love, O Christ, to Thee,
More love to Thee!

Verse 4

Then shall my latest breath
Whisper Thy praise;
This be the parting cry
My heart shall raise,
This still its prayer shall be,
More love, O Christ, to Thee,
More love to Thee!

Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 61 · 6.4.6.4.6.6.4. · Nearer to Thee

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Father, I Know That All My Life

Anna L. Waring·Modern

Verse 1

Father, I know that all my life
Is portioned out for me;
And the changes that are sure to come
I do not fear to see:
But I ask Thee for a present mind,
Intent on pleasing Thee.

Verse 2

I ask Thee for a thoughtful love,
Through constant watching wise,
To meet the glad with joyful smiles,
And to wipe the weeping eyes;
And a heart at leisure from itself
To soothe and sympathize.

Verse 3

I would not have the restless will
That hurries to and fro,
Seeking for some great thing to do,
Or secret thing to know;
I would be treated as a child,
And guided where I go.

Verse 4

Wherever in the world I am,
In whatsoe’er estate,
I have a fellowship with hearts
To keep and cultivate;
And a work of lowly love to do
For the Lord on whom I wait.

Verse 5

So I ask Thee for the daily strength,
To none that ask denied,
And a mind to blend with outward life,
While keeping at Thy side;
Content to fill a little space,
If Thou be glorified.

Verse 6

In a service which Thy will appoints
There are no bonds for me;
For my inmost heart is taught the truth
That makes Thy children free;
And a life of self-renouncing love
Is a life of liberty.

Anna L. Waring, “Father, I Know That All My Life”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 723 · 8.6.8.6.8.6. · Calvary

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My God, How Wonderful Thou Art

Frederick W. Faber·Modern

Verse 1

My God, how wonderful Thou art,
Thy majesty how bright!
How beautiful Thy mercy-seat,
In depths of burning light!

Verse 2

How dread are Thine eternal years,
O Everlasting Lord,
By prostrate spirits, day and night,
Incessantly adored!

Verse 3

O how I fear Thee, living God,
With deepest, tenderest fears,
And worship Thee with trembling hope,
And penitential tears.

Verse 4

Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord,
Almighty as Thou art;
For Thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of my poor heart.

Verse 5

No earthly father loves like Thee,
No mother half so mild
Bears and forbears, as Thou hast done
With me, Thy sinful child.

Verse 6

Father of Jesus, love’s Reward!
What rapture will it be,
Prostrate before Thy throne to lie,
And gaze and gaze on Thee.

Frederick W. Faber, “My God, How Wonderful Thou Art”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 96 · C.M. · (Westminster)