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Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
Not what these hands have done
Can save this guilty soul;
Not what this toiling flesh has borne
Can make my spirit whole.
Verse 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.
Verse 3
Thy work alone, O Christ,
Can ease this weight of sin;
Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God,
Can give me peace within.
Verse 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.
Verse 5
Thy grace alone, O God,
To me can pardon speak;
Thy power alone, O Son of God,
Can this sore bondage break.
Verse 6
I bless the Christ of God;
I rest on love Divine;
And, with unfaltering lip and heart,
I call this Saviour mine.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 243 · S.M. · (St. Andrew)
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
Christopher Wordsworth·Modern
Verse 1
Arm these Thy soldiers, mighty Lord,
With shield of faith and Spirit’s sword;
Forth to the battle may they go,
And boldly fight against the foe,
With banner of the cross unfurled,
And by it overcome the world;
And so at last receive from Thee
The palm and crown of victory.
Verse 2
Come, ever-blessed Spirit, come,
And make Thy servants’ hearts Thy home;
Thus consecrated, Lord, to Thee,
May each a living temple be:
Enrich that temple’s holy shrine
With sevenfold gifts of grace Divine;
With wisdom, light, and knowledge bless,
Strength, counsel, fear, and godliness.
Verse 3
O Trinity in Unity,
One only God, and Persons Three,
In whom, through whom, by whom we live,
To Thee we praise and glory give;
O grant us so to use Thy grace
That we may see Thy glorious face,
And ever with the heavenly host
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Christopher Wordsworth, “Arm These Thy Soldiers, Mighty Lord”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 315 · L.M.D. · Peterborough (Goss)
Mary F. Maude·Modern
Verse 1
Thine for ever! God of love,
Hear us from Thy throne above;
Thine for ever may we be
Here and in eternity.
Verse 2
Thine for ever! Lord of life,
Shield us through our earthly strife;
Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way,
Guide us to the realms of day.
Verse 3
Thine for ever! O how blest
They who find in Thee their rest!
Saviour, Guardian, heavenly Friend,
O defend us to the end.
Verse 4
Thine for ever! Saviour, keep
These Thy frail and trembling sheep;
Safe alone beneath Thy care,
Let us all Thy goodness share.
Verse 5
Thine for ever! Thou our Guide,
All our wants by Thee supplied,
All our sins by Thee forgiven,
Lead us, Lord, from earth to heaven.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 316 · 7.7.7.7. · Dallas
James Montgomery·Modern
Verse 1
People of the living God,
I have sought the world around,
Paths of sin and sorrow trod,
Peace and comfort no-where found.
Verse 2
Now to you my spirit turns,
Turns, a fugitive unblest;
Brethren, where your altar burns,
O receive me into rest.
Verse 3
Lonely I no longer roam,
Like the cloud, the wind, the wave;
Where you dwell shall be my home,
Where you die shall be my grave.
Verse 4
Mine the God whom you adore,
Your Redeemer shall be mine;
Earth can fill my soul no more,
Every idol I resign.
James Montgomery, “People of the Living God”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 317 · 7.7.7.7. · Hervey
Matthew Bridges·Modern
Verse 1
My God, accept my heart this day,
And make it always Thine,
That I from Thee no more may stray,
No more from Thee decline.
Verse 2
Before the cross of Him who died,
Behold, I prostrate fall;
Let every sin be crucified,
Let Christ be all in all.
Verse 3
Anoint me with Thy heavenly grace,
Adopt me for Thine own,
That I may see Thy glorious face,
And worship at Thy throne.
Verse 4
Let every thought, and work, and word,
To Thee be ever given;
Then life shall be Thy service, Lord,
And death the gate of heaven.
Matthew Bridges, “My God, Accept My Heart This Day”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 318 · C.M. · St. Peter
Elizabeth C. Clephane·Modern
Verse 1
Beneath the Cross of Jesus
I fain would take my stand,
The shadow of a mighty Rock
Within a weary land;
A home within the wilderness,
A rest upon the way,
From the burning of the noontide heat,
And the burden of the day.
Verse 2
O safe and happy shelter,
O refuge tried and sweet,
O trysting-place where Heaven’s love
And Heaven’s justice meet!
As to the Holy Patriarch
That wondrous dream was given,
So seems my Saviour’s cross to me,
A ladder up to heaven.
Verse 3
There lies beneath its shadow,
But on the further side,
The darkness of an awful grave
That gapes both deep and wide;
And there between us stands the cross,
Two arms outstretched to save,
Like a watchman set to guard the way
From that eternal grave.
Verse 4
Upon that Cross of Jesus
Mine eye at times can see
The very dying form of One
Who suffered there for me:
And from my smitten heart with tears
Two wonders I confess,—
The wonders of His glorious love
And my own worthlessness.
Verse 5
I take, O Cross, thy shadow
For my abiding place;
I ask no other sunshine
Than the sunshine of His face;
Content to let the world go by,
To know no gain nor loss,
My sinful self, my only shame,
My glory all the Cross.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 32 · 7.6.8.6.8.6.8.6. · St. Christopher
Charlotte Elliott·Modern
Verse 1
My God, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home, in life’s rough way,
Oh, teach me from my heart to say,
“Thy will be done!”
Verse 2
If thou should’st call me to resign
What most I prize--it ne’er was mine--
I only yield thee what was thine--
“Thy will be done!”
Verse 3
If but my fainting heart be blest
With thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God! to thee I leave the rest--
“Thy will be done!”
Verse 4
Renew my will from day to day;
Blend it with thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,
“Thy will be done!”
Verse 5
Then, when on earth I breathe no more
The pray’r, oft mixed with tears before,
I’ll sing upon a happier shore,
“Thy will be done!”
Charlotte Elliott, “My God, My Father, While I Stray”
Otterbein 1890 No. 358 · 8s & 4s · Elliott
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Henry W. Baker·Modern
Verse 1
Oh! what, if we are Christ’s,
Is earthly shame or loss?
Bright shall the crown of glory be
When we have borne the cross.
Verse 2
Keen was the trial once,
Bitter the cup of woe,
When martyred saints, baptized in blood,
Christ’s sufferings shared below.
Verse 3
Bright is their glory now,
Boundless their joy above,
Where, on the bosom of their God,
They rest in perfect love.
Verse 4
Lord! may that grace be ours,
Like them, in faith, to bear
All that of sorrow, grief, or pain
May be our portion here.
Henry W. Baker, “Oh! What, If We Are Christ's”
Otterbein 1890 No. 359 · S.M · Lisbon
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
William H. Bathurst·Modern
Verse 1
Oh! for a faith that will not shrink,
Though pressed by every foe;
That will not tremble on the brink
Of any earthly woe!--
Verse 2
That will not murmur nor complain,
Beneath the chastening rod,
But, in the hour of grief or pain,
Will lean upon its God;--
Verse 3
A faith that shines more bright and clear
When tempests rage without;
That, when in danger, knows no fear,
In darkness, feels no doubt;--
Verse 4
A faith that keeps the narrow way
Till life’s last hour is fled,
And, with a pure and heavenly ray,
Lights up a dying bed!
Verse 5
Lord! give us such a faith as this;
And then, whate’er may come,
We’ll taste, ev’n here, the hallowed bliss
Of an eternal home.
William H. Bathurst, “Oh! for a Faith That Will Not Shrink”
Otterbein 1890 No. 364 · C.M · Peterborough
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Fanny J. Crosby·Modern
Verse 1
Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on his gentle breast,
There by his love o’ershaded,
Sweetly my soul shall rest.
Hark! ’tis the voice of angels,
Borne in a song to me,
Over the fields of glory,
Over the jasper sea.
Refrain
Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on his gentle breast,
There by his love o’ershaded,
Sweetly my soul shall rest.
Verse 2
Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe from corroding care,
Safe from the world’s temptations
Sin cannot harm me there.
Free from the blight of sorrow,
Free from my doubts and fears;
Only a few more trials,
Only a few more tears!
Verse 3
Jesus, my heart’s dear refuge,
Jesus has died for me;
Firm on the Rock of Ages
Ever my trust shall be.
Here let me wait with patience,
Wait till the night is o’er;
Wait till I see the morning
Break on the golden shore.
Fanny J. Crosby, “Safe in the Arms of Jesus”
Otterbein 1890 No. 370 · P.M · Safe in the Arms of Jesus
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Joseph H. Gilmore·Modern
Verse 1
He leadeth me! oh! blessed tho’t,
Oh! words with heav’nly comfort fraught;
Whate’er I do, where’er I be,
Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.
Refrain
He leadeth me! he leadeth me!
By his own hand he leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by his hand he leadeth me.
Verse 2
Sometimes ‘mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters still, o’er troubled sea--
Still ’tis his hand that leadeth me.
Verse 3
Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine.
Nor ever murmur or repine--
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ’tis my God that leadeth me.
Verse 4
And when my task on earth is done,
When by thy grace, the vict’ry’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God thro’ Jordan leadeth me.
Joseph H. Gilmore, “He Leadeth Me! Oh! Blessed Tho't”
Otterbein 1890 No. 371 · L.M · He Leadeth Me
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
W.O. Cushing·Modern
Verse 1
Down in the valley with my Savior I would go,
Where the flowers are blooming and the sweet waters flow;
Ev’rywhere he leads me I would follow, follow on,
Walking in his footsteps till the crown be won.
Refrain
Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus!
Anywhere, everywhere I would follow on!
Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus!
Ev’rywhere he leads me I will follow on!
Verse 2
Down in the valley with my Savior I would go,
Where the storms are sweeping and the dark waters flow;
With his hand to lead me I will never, never fear,
Dangers cannot frighten me if my Lord is near.
Verse 3
Down in the valley, or upon the mountain steep,
Close beside my Savior would my soul ever keep;
He will lead me safely, in the path that he has trod,
Up to where they gather on the hills of God.
W. O. Cushing, “Down in the Valley with My Savior I Would Go”
Otterbein 1890 No. 375 · P.M · Follow On!
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Edgar P. Stites·Modern
Verse 1
Simply trusting ev’ry day,
Trusting thro’ a stormy way;
Even when my faith is small,
Trusting Jesus, that is all.
Refrain
Trusting as the moments fly,
Trusting as the days go by;
Trusting him whate’er befall,
Trusting Jesus, that is all.
Verse 2
Brightly doth his Spirit shine
Into this poor heart of mine;
While he leads I cannot fall,
Trusting Jesus, that is all.
Verse 3
Singing if my way is clear;
Praying if the path is drear;
If in danger for him call;
Trusting Jesus, that is all.
Verse 4
Trusting him while life shall last,
Trusting him till earth is past;
Till within the jasper wall,
Trusting Jesus, that is all.
Edgar P. Stites, “Simply Trusting Ev'ry Day”
Otterbein 1890 No. 376 · 7s · Trusting Jesus
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
James Nicholson·Modern
Verse 1
In God I have found a retreat,
Where I can securely abide;
No refuge nor rest so complete;
And here I intend to reside.
Refrain
Oh, what comfort it brings,
As my soul sweetly sings,
I am safe from all danger
While under his wings.
Verse 2
I dread not the terror by night,
No arrow can harm me by day;
His shadow has covered me quite,
My fears he has driven away.
Verse 3
The pestilence walking about,
When darkness has settled abroad,
Can never compel me to doubt
The presence and power of God.
Verse 4
The wasting destruction at noon
No fearful foreboding can bring;
With Jesus my soul doth commune,
His perfect salvation I sing.
Verse 5
A thousand may fall at my side,
And ten thousand at my right hand;
Above me his wings are spread wide,
Beneath them in safety I stand.
James Nicholson, “In God I Have Found a Retreat”
Otterbein 1890 No. 378 · 8s · Under His Wings
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
Not what these hands have done
Can save this guilty soul;
Not what this toiling flesh has borne
Can make my spirit whole.
Verse 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.
Verse 3
Thy work alone, O Christ,
Can ease this weight of sin;
Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God,
Can give me peace within.
Verse 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.
Verse 5
Thy grace alone, O God,
To me can pardon speak;
Thy power alone, O Son of God,
Can this sore bondage break.
Verse 6
I bless the Christ of God;
I rest on love Divine;
And, with unfaltering lip and heart,
I call this Saviour mine.
Horatius Bonar, “Not What These Hands Have Done”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 428 · S.M. · (St. Andrew)
Albert E. Evans·Modern
Verse 1
Lord, to Thee alone we turn,
To Thy cross for safety fly;
There, as penitents, to learn
How to live and how to die.
Sinful on our knees we fall;
Hear us, as for help we plead;
Hear us when on Thee we call;
Aid us in our time of need.
Verse 2
In the midst of sin and strife,
In the depths of mortal woe,
Teach us, Lord, to live a life
Meet for sojourners below.
Though the road be oft-times dark,
Though the feet in weakness stray,
Lead us, Saviour, as the ark
Led Thy chosen on their way.
Verse 3
Weak and weary and alone
When the vale of death we tread,
Then be all Thy mercy shown,
Then be all Thy love displayed;
Guard us in that darksome hour,
Lead us to the land of rest,
Where, secure from Satan’s power,
We may lie upon Thy breast.
Albert E. Evans, “Lord, to Thee Alone We Turn”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 476 · 7.7.7.7.D. · Ramoth
Charlotte Elliott·Modern
Verse 1
Just as I am, without one plea
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidd’st me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Verse 2
Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Verse 3
Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Verse 4
Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in Thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Verse 5
Just as I am! Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Verse 6
Just as I am! Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down;
Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Charlotte Elliott, “Just as I Am, Without One Plea”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 477 · 8.8.8.6. · Just as I Am
Reginald Heber·Modern
Verse 1
Forth from the dark and stormy sky,
Lord, to Thine altar’s shade we fly;
Forth from the world, its hope and fear,
Saviour, we seek Thy shelter here:
Weary and weak, Thy grace we pray;
Turn not, O Lord, Thy guests away.
Verse 2
Long have we roamed in want and pain,
Long have we sought Thy rest in vain;
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tossed:
Low at Thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord, Thy guests away.
Reginald Heber, “Forth From the Dark and Stormy Sky”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 479 · 8.8.8.8.8.8. · St. Catherine
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Frederick W. Faber·Modern
Verse 1
O gift of gifts! O grace of faith!
My God, how can it be
That Thou, who hast discerning love,
Shouldst give that gift to me?
Verse 2
How many hearts Thou mightst have had
More innocent than mine,
How many souls more worthy far
Of that sweet touch of Thine!
Verse 3
Ah, grace, into unlikeliest hearts
It is thy boast to come;
The glory of thy light to find
In darkest spots a home.
Verse 4
How can they live, how will they die,
How bear the cross of grief,
Who have not yet the light of faith,
The courage of belief?
Verse 5
The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross,
Seem trifles less than light;
Earth looks so little and so low
When faith shines full and bright.
Verse 6
O happy, happy that I am!
If thou canst be, O faith,
The treasure that thou art in life,
What wilt thou be in death?
Presbyterian 1895 No. 480 · C.M. · Faith
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“Come unto Me and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon My breast.”
I came to Jesus as I was,
Weary and worn and sad,
I found in Him a resting-place,
And He has made me glad.
Verse 2
I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“Behold, I freely give
The living water; thirsty one,
Stoop down and drink, and live.”
I came to Jesus, and I drank
Of that life-giving stream;
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,
And now I live in Him.
Verse 3
I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“I am this dark world’s Light;
Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise,
And all thy day be bright.”
I looked to Jesus, and I found
In Him my Star, my Sun;
And in that light of life I’ll walk,
Till travelling days are done.
Horatius Bonar, “I Heard the Voice of Jesus Say”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 483 · C.M.D. · Vox Dilecti
Edward H. Bickersteth·Modern
Verse 1
O Jesus, Saviour of the lost,
My Rock and Hiding-place,
By storms of sin and sorrow tossed,
I seek Thy sheltering grace.
Verse 2
Guilty, forgive me, Lord, I cry;
Pursued by foes, I come;
A sinner, save me, or I die,
An outcast, take me home.
Verse 3
Once safe in Thine almighty arms,
Let storms come on amain;
There danger never, never harms;
There death itself is gain.
Verse 4
And when I stand before Thy throne,
And all Thy glories see,
Still be my righteousness alone
To hide myself in Thee.
Edward H. Bickersteth, “O Jesus, Saviour of the Lost”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 484 · C.M. · Martyrdom
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
I lay my sins on Jesus,
The spotless Lamb of God;
He bears them all, and frees us
From the accursed load:
I bring my guilt to Jesus,
To wash my crimson stains
White in His blood most precious,
Till not a spot remains.
Verse 2
I lay my wants on Jesus;
All fulness dwells in Him;
He heals all my diseases,
He doth my soul redeem:
I lay my griefs on Jesus,
My burdens and my cares;
He from them all releases,
He all my sorrows shares.
Verse 3
I rest my soul on Jesus,
This weary soul of mine;
His right hand me embraces,
I on His breast recline.
I love the Name of Jesus,
Emmanuel, Christ, the Lord;
Like fragrance on the breezes
His Name abroad is poured.
Verse 4
I long to be like Jesus,
Meek, loving, lowly, mild;
I long to be like Jesus,
The Father’s holy Child:
I long to be with Jesus
Amid the heavenly throng,
To sing with saints His praises,
To learn the angels’ song.
Horatius Bonar, “I Lay My Sins on Jesus”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 485 · 7.6.7.6.D. · Moscow
John Reynell Wreford·Modern
Verse 1
Lord, I believe; Thy power I own,
Thy word I would obey;
I wander comfortless and lone
When from Thy truth I stray.
Verse 2
Lord, I believe; but gloomy fears
Sometimes bedim my sight;
I look to Thee with prayers and tears,
And cry for strength and light.
Verse 3
Lord, I believe; but Thou dost know
My faith is cold and weak;
Pity my frailty, and bestow
The confidence I seek.
Verse 4
Yes, I believe; and only Thou
Canst give my soul relief:
Lord, to Thy truth my spirit bow;
Help Thou mine unbelief.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 486 · C.M. · Lambeth
Emily E. S. Elliott·Modern
Verse 1
Thou didst leave Thy throne
And Thy kingly crown
When Thou camest to earth for me,
But in Bethlehem’s home
Was there found no room
For Thy holy nativity:
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus,
There is room in my heart for Thee.
Verse 2
Heaven’s arches rang
When the angels sang,
Proclaiming Thy royal degree;
But of lowly birth
Didst Thou come to earth,
And in great humility:
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus,
There is room in my heart for Thee.
Verse 3
The foxes found rest,
And the birds their nest,
In the shade of the forest tree;
But Thy couch was the sod,
O Thou Son of God,
In the deserts of Galilee:
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus,
There is room in my heart for Thee.
Verse 4
Thou camest, O Lord,
With the living word
That should set Thy people free;
But with mocking scorn,
And with crown of thorn,
They bore Thee to Calvary:
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus,
Thy cross is my only plea.
Verse 5
When heaven’s arches shall ring,
And her choirs shall sing,
At Thy coming to victory,
Let Thy voice call me home,
Saying, “Yet there is room,
There is room at My side for thee.”
And my heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus,
When Thou comest and callest for me.
Emily E. S. Elliott, “Thou Didst Leave Thy Throne”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 487 · Irregular · Margaret
Elizabeth C. Clephane·Modern
Verse 1
Beneath the cross of Jesus
I fain would take my stand,
The shadow of a mighty Rock
Within a weary land;
A home within the wilderness,
A rest upon the way,
From the burning of the noontide heat,
And the burden of the day.
Verse 2
Upon that cross of Jesus
Mine eye at times can see
The very dying form of One
Who suffered there for me:
And from my smitten heart with tears
Two wonders I confess,—
The wonders of His glorious love
And my own worthlessness.
Verse 3
I take, O cross, thy shadow
For my abiding-place:
I ask no other sunshine than
The sunshine of His face;
Content to let the world go by,
To know no gain nor loss,
My sinful self my only shame,
My glory all the cross.
Elizabeth C. Clephane, “Beneath the Cross of Jesus”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 488 · 7.6.8.6.8.6.8.6. · St. Christopher
Edward Mote·Modern
Verse 1
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ Name.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
Verse 2
When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest upon unchanging grace;
In every rough and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
Verse 3
His oath, His covenant, and His blood
Support me in the sinking flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
Verse 4
When I shall launch in worlds unseen,
O may I then be found in Him;
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
Edward Mote, “My Hope Is Built on Nothing Less”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 490 · 8.8.8.8.8.8. · Hope
Ray Palmer·Modern
Verse 1
Take me, O my Father, take me;
Take me, save me, through Thy Son;
That which Thou wouldst have me, make me,
Let Thy will in me be done.
Long from Thee my footsteps straying,
Thorny proved the way I trod;
Weary come I now, and praying,
Take me to Thy love, my God.
Verse 2
Fruitless years with grief recalling,
Humbly I confess my sin;
At Thy feet, O Father, falling,
To Thy household take me in.
Freely now to Thee I proffer
This relenting heart of mine;
Freely life and soul I offer,
Gift unworthy love like Thine.
Verse 3
Once the world’s Redeemer, dying,
Bore our sins upon the tree;
On that sacrifice relying,
Now I look in hope to Thee:
Father, take me; all forgiving,
Fold me to Thy loving breast;
In Thy love for ever living
I must be for ever blest.
Ray Palmer, “Take Me, O My Father, Take Me”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 491 · 8.7.8.7.D. · The Hymn to Joy
Ray Palmer·Modern
Verse 1
My faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Saviour Divine:
Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away,
O let me from this day
Be wholly Thine.
Verse 2
May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire;
As Thou hast died for me,
O may my love to Thee
Pure, warm, and changeless be,
A living fire.
Verse 3
While life’s dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be Thou my Guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow’s tears away,
Nor let me ever stray
From Thee aside.
Verse 4
When ends life’s transient dream,
When death’s cold, sullen stream
Shall o’er me roll,
Blest Saviour, then, in love,
Fear and distrust remove;
O bear me safe above,
A ransomed soul.
Ray Palmer, “My Faith Looks Up to Thee”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 492 · 6.6.4.6.6.6.4. · Olivet (Mason)
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
Holy Father, hear my cry;
Holy Saviour, bend Thine ear;
Holy Spirit, come Thou nigh:
Father, Saviour, Spirit, hear.
Verse 2
Father, save me from my sin;
Saviour, I Thy mercy crave;
Gracious Spirit, make me clean:
Father, Son, and Spirit, save.
Verse 3
Father, let me taste Thy love;
Saviour, fill my soul with peace;
Spirit, come my heart to move:
Father, Son, and Spirit, bless.
Verse 4
Father, Son, and Spirit — Thou
One Jehovah, shed abroad
All Thy grace within me now;
Be my Father and my God.
Horatius Bonar, “Holy Father, Hear My Cry”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 493 · 7.7.7.7. · (Heinlein)
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