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Johann Scheffler, 1657; tr. John Wesley, 1739·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Thee will I love, my Strength, my Tower;
Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown;
Thee will I love with all my power,
In all my works, and Thee alone;
Thee will I love, till sacred fire
Fills my whole soul with pure desire.
Verse 2
In darkness willingly I strayed;
I sought Thee, yet from Thee I roved;
For wide my wandering thoughts were spread;
Thy creatures more than Thee I loved;
And now, if more at length I see,
’Tis through Thy light, and comes from Thee.
Verse 3
Uphold me in the doubtful race,
Nor suffer me again to stray;
Strengthen my feet, with steady pace
Still to press forward in Thy way;
My soul and flesh, O Lord of might,
Fill, satiate with Thy heavenly light.
Verse 4
Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown;
Thee will I love, my Lord, my God;
Thee will I love, beneath Thy frown
Or smile, Thy sceptre or Thy rod;
What though my flesh and heart decay?
Thee shall I love in endless day.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 127 · 8.8.8.8.8.8. (or L.M.) · Wavertree
Anonymous (German); tr. Anonymous, 1850·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Fairest Lord Jesus,
Ruler of all nature,
O Thou of God and man the Son;
Thee will I cherish,
Thee will I honor,
Thou, my soul’s Glory, Joy, and Crown.
Verse 2
Fair are the meadows,
Fairer still the woodlands,
Robed in the blooming garb of spring:
Jesus is fairer,
Jesus is purer,
Who makes the woeful heart to sing.
Verse 3
Fair is the sunshine,
Fairer still the moonlight,
And all the twinkling, starry host:
Jesus shines brighter,
Jesus shines purer,
Than all the angels heaven can boast.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 155 · 5.6.8.5.5.8. · (Crusader's Hymn)
Samuel Medley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
O could I speak the matchless worth,
O could I sound the glories forth
Which in my Saviour shine,
I’d soar, and touch the heavenly strings,
And vie with Gabriel while he sings
In notes almost Divine.
Verse 2
I’d sing the precious blood He spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin, and wrath Divine:
I’d sing His glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect, heavenly dress
My soul shall ever shine.
Verse 3
I’d sing the characters He bears,
And all the forms of love He wears,
Exalted on His throne:
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would to everlasting days
Make all His glories known.
Verse 4
Well, the delightful day will come
When my dear Lord will bring me home,
And I shall see His face;
Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
A blest eternity I’ll spend,
Triumphant in His grace.
Samuel Medley, “O Could I Speak the Matchless Worth”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 159 · 8.8.6.8.8.6. · Ariel
Timothy Dwight·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
I love Thy kingdom, Lord,
The house of Thine abode,
The Church our blest Redeemer saved
With His own precious blood.
Verse 2
I love Thy Church, O God:
Her walls before Thee stand,
Dear as the apple of Thine eye,
And graven on Thy hand.
Verse 3
For her my tears shall fall,
For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.
Verse 4
Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.
Verse 5
Jesus, Thou Friend Divine,
Our Saviour and our King,
Thy hand from every snare and foe
Shall great deliverance bring.
Verse 6
Sure as Thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be given
The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.
Timothy Dwight, “I Love Thy Kingdom, Lord”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 300 · S.M. · Narenza
Joseph Swain·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
How sweet, how heavenly is the sight
When those that love the Lord
In one another’s peace delight,
And so fulfil His word;
Verse 2
When each can feel his brother’s sigh,
And with him bear a part,
When sorrow flows from eye to eye,
And joy from heart to heart;
Verse 3
When, free from envy, scorn, and pride,
Our wishes all above,
Each can his brother’s failings hide,
And show a brother’s love;
Verse 4
When love, in one delightful stream,
Through every bosom flows,
And union sweet and dear esteem
In every action glows.
Verse 5
Love is the golden chain that binds
The happy souls above;
And he’s an heir of heaven who finds
His bosom glow with love.
Joseph Swain, “How Sweet, How Heavenly Is the Sight”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 414 · C.M. · Siloam
John Fawcett·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love:
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.
Verse 2
Before our Father’s throne
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims, are one,
Our comforts and our cares.
Verse 3
We share our mutual woes,
Our mutual burdens bear,
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.
Verse 4
When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.
Verse 5
This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way,
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.
Verse 6
From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And sin, we shall be free;
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.
John Fawcett, “Blest Be the Tie That Binds”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 425 · S.M. · Boylston
Samuel Stennett·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
How charming is the place
Where my Redeemer God
Unveils the beauties of His face,
And sheds His love abroad.
Verse 2
Not the fair palaces
To which the great resort,
Are once to be compared with this,
Where Jesus holds His court.
Verse 3
Here, on the mercy-seat,
With radiant glory crowned,
Our joyful eyes behold Him sit,
And smile on all around.
Verse 4
To Him their prayers and cries
Each humble soul presents:
He listens to their broken sighs,
And grants them all their wants.
Verse 5
To them His sovereign will
He graciously imparts;
And in return accepts, with smiles,
The tribute of their hearts.
Verse 6
Give me, O Lord, a place
Within Thy blest abode,
Among the children of Thy grace,
The servants of my God.
Samuel Stennett, “How Charming Is the Place”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 54 · S.M. · Mornington
John Ryland·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
O Lord, I would delight in Thee,
And on Thy care depend;
To Thee in every trouble flee,
My best, my only Friend.
Verse 2
When all created streams are dried,
Thy fulness is the same;
May I with this be satisfied,
And glory in Thy Name.
Verse 3
No good in creatures can be found,
But may be found in Thee;
I must have all things, and abound,
While God is God to me.
Verse 4
O that I had a stronger faith,
To look within the veil!
To credit what my Saviour saith,
Whose word can never fail!
Verse 5
He that has made my heaven secure,
Will here all good provide;
While Christ is rich, can I be poor?
What can I want beside?
Verse 6
O Lord, I cast my care on Thee;
I triumph and adore:
Henceforth my great concern shall be
To love and please Thee more.
John Ryland, “O Lord, I Would Delight in Thee”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 550 · C.M. · St. Frances
Benjamin Beddome·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
If Christ is mine, then all is mine,
And more than angels know;
Both present things and things to come,
And grace and glory too.
Verse 2
If He is mine, then, though He frown,
He never will forsake;
His chastisements all work for good,
And but His love bespeak.
Verse 3
If He is mine, I need not fear
The rage of earth and hell;
He will support my feeble frame,
And all their power repel.
Verse 4
If He is mine, let friends forsake,
And earthly comforts flee;
He, the Dispenser of all good,
Is more than these to me.
Verse 5
If He is mine, I’ll fearless pass
Through death’s tremendous vale;
He’ll be my Comfort and my Stay
When heart and flesh shall fail.
Verse 6
Let Jesus tell me He is mine,
I nothing want beside:
My soul shall at the Fountain live
When all the streams are dried.
Benjamin Beddome, “If Christ Is Mine, Then All Is Mine”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 551 · C.M. · (Eckhardtsheim)
Samuel Medley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Awake, my soul, in joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer’s praise;
He justly claims a song from me,
His loving-kindness is so free.
Verse 2
He saw me ruined in the fall,
Yet loved me notwithstanding all,
And saved me from my lost estate,
His loving-kindness is so great.
Verse 3
Through mighty hosts of cruel foes,
Where earth and hell my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along,
His loving-kindness is so strong.
Verse 4
Often I feel my sinful heart
Prone from my Jesus to depart;
And though I oft have Him forgot,
His loving-kindness changes not.
Verse 5
So when I pass death’s gloomy vale,
And life and mortal powers shall fail,
O may my last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death.
Verse 6
Then shall I mount, and soar away
To the bright world of endless day;
There shall I sing, with sweet surprise,
His loving-kindness in the skies.
Samuel Medley, “Awake, My Soul, in Joyful Lays”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 553 · L.M. · Lauds
Philip Doddridge·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Jesus, I love Thy charming Name,
’Tis music to mine ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud
That earth and heaven should hear.
Verse 2
Yes, Thou art precious to my soul,
My Transport and my Trust;
Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.
Verse 3
All my capacious powers can wish
In Thee doth richly meet;
Not to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.
Verse 4
Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.
Philip Doddridge, “Jesus, I Love Thy Charming Name”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 554 · C.M. · Heber
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
I know that my Redeemer lives,
And ever prays for me;
A token of His love He gives,
A pledge of liberty.
Verse 2
I find Him lifting up my head;
He brings salvation near;
His presence makes me free indeed,
And He will soon appear.
Verse 3
He wills that I should holy be:
Who can withstand His will?
The counsel of His grace in me
He surely shall fulfil.
Verse 4
Jesus, I hang upon Thy word:
I steadfastly believe
Thou wilt return and claim me, Lord,
And to Thyself receive.
Charles Wesley, “I Know That My Redeemer Lives”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 555 · C.M. · Bradford
John Newton·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
Verse 2
It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
’Tis Manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary Rest.
Verse 3
Dear Name! the Rock on which I build,
My Shield and Hiding-place,
My never-failing Treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace;
Verse 4
By Thee my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled;
Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am owned a child.
Verse 5
Jesus, my Shepherd, Brother, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.
Verse 6
Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I’ll praise Thee as I ought.
Verse 7
Till then I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy Name
Refresh my soul in death.
John Newton, “How Sweet the Name of Jesus Sounds”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 556 · C.M. · St. Peter
Ascribed to Francis Xavier (1506-1552). Tr. Rev. Edward Caswall, 1849: verse 1, ll. 3, 4, alt.·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
My God, I love Thee, not because
I hope for heaven thereby,
Nor yet because who love Thee not
Must die eternally.
Verse 2
Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me
Upon the cross embrace;
For me didst bear the nails and spear,
And manifold disgrace;
Verse 3
And griefs and torments numberless,
And sweat of agony;
E’en death itself; and all for one
Who was Thine enemy.
Verse 4
Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ,
Should I not love Thee well?
Not for the hope of winning heaven,
Or of escaping hell;
Verse 5
Not with the hope of gaining aught,
Not seeking a reward;
But as Thyself hast lovèd me,
O ever-loving Lord?
Verse 6
E’en so I love Thee, and will love,
And in Thy praise will sing;
Solely because Thou art my God,
And my Eternal King.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 557 · C.M.D. · Flensburg
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Love Divine, all loves excelling,
Joy of heaven, to earth come down;
Fix in us Thy humble dwelling,
All Thy faithful mercies crown:
Jesus, Thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love Thou art;
Visit us with Thy salvation,
Enter every trembling heart.
Verse 2
Breathe, O breathe Thy loving Spirit
Into every troubled breast;
Let us all in Thee inherit,
Let us find the promised rest:
Take away the love of sinning;
Alpha and Omega be;
End of faith, as its Beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty.
Verse 3
Come, Almighty to deliver,
Let us all Thy life receive;
Suddenly return, and never,
Never more Thy temples leave.
Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve Thee as Thy hosts above,
Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing,
Glory in Thy perfect love.
Verse 4
Finish, then, Thy new creation;
Pure and spotless let us be:
Let us see Thy great salvation
Perfectly restored in Thee;
Changed from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our place,
Till we cast our crowns before Thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.
Charles Wesley, “Love Divine, All Loves Excelling”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 559 · 8.7.8.7.D. · Love Divine (Le Jeune)
John Newton·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
One there is, above all others,
Well deserves the name of Friend;
His is love beyond a brother’s,
Costly, free, and knows no end:
They who once His kindness prove
Find it everlasting love.
Verse 2
Which of all our friends, to save us,
Could or would have shed their blood?
But our Jesus died to have us
Reconciled in Him to God:
This was boundless love indeed;
Jesus is a Friend in need.
Verse 3
When He lived on earth abasèd,
“Friend of sinners” was His name,
Now above all glory raisèd,
He rejoices in the same;
Still He calls them brethren, friends,
And to all their wants attends.
Verse 4
Could we bear from one another
What He daily bears from us?
Yet this glorious Friend and Brother
Loves us though we treat Him thus:
Though for good we render ill,
He accounts us brethren still.
Verse 5
O for grace our hearts to soften!
Teach us, Lord, at length to love;
We, alas! forget too often
What a Friend we have above:
But when home our souls are brought,
We will love Thee as we ought.
John Newton, “One There Is, Above All Others”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 560 · 8.7.8.7.7.7. · Albert
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
My God, the Spring of all my joys,
The Life of my delights,
The Glory of my brightest days,
And Comfort of my nights!
Verse 2
In darkest shades, if He appear,
My dawning is begun;
He is my soul’s bright Morning Star,
And He my rising Sun.
Verse 3
The opening heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows His heart is mine,
And whispers I am His.
Verse 4
My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word;
Run up with joy the shining way
To embrace my dearest Lord;
Verse 5
Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I’d break through every foe;
The wings of love and arms of faith
Should bear me conqueror through.
Isaac Watts, “My God, the Spring of All My Joys”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 562 · C.M. · Burlington
Samuel Stennett·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Saviour’s brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o’erflow.
Verse 2
No mortal can with Him compare,
Among the sons of men;
Fairer is He than all the fair
That fill the heavenly train.
Verse 3
He saw me plunged in deep distress,
He flew to my relief;
For me He bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.
Verse 4
To Him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
And saves me from the grave.
Verse 5
To heaven, the place of His abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.
Verse 6
Since from His bounty I receive
Such proofs of love Divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be Thine.
Samuel Stennett, “Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 563 · C.M. · (Horsley)
Paul Gerhardt, 1653; tr. John Wesley, 1739·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Jesus, Thy boundless love to me
No thought can reach, no tongue declare;
O knit my thankful heart to Thee,
And reign without a rival there.
Thine wholly, Thine alone, I am,
Be Thou alone my constant Flame.
Verse 2
O grant that nothing in my soul
May dwell, but Thy pure love alone;
O may Thy love possess me whole,
My joy, my treasure, and my crown:
Strange fires far from my soul remove;
My every act, word, thought, be love.
Verse 3
O love, how cheering is thy ray!
All pain before thy presence flies:
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,
Where’er thy healing beams arise.
O Jesus, nothing may I see,
Or hear, or feel, or think, but Thee.
Verse 4
Still let Thy love point out my way;
How wondrous things Thy love hath wrought!
Still lead me, lest I go astray;
Direct my work, inspire my thought;
And if I fall, soon may I hear
Thy voice, and know that love is near.
Verse 5
In suffering, be Thy love my peace;
In weakness, be Thy love my power;
And when the storms of life shall cease,
Jesus, in that important hour,
In death, as life, be Thou my Guide,
And save me, who for me hast died.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 565 · 8.8.8.8.8.8. · St. Catherine
Tate and Brady's New Version, 1696, 1698·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
As pants the hart for cooling streams
When heated in the chase,
So longs my soul, O God, for Thee,
And Thy refreshing grace.
Verse 2
For Thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
O when shall I behold Thy Face,
Thou Majesty Divine!
Verse 3
Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God; and He’ll employ
His aid for Thee, and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.
Verse 4
Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still; and thou shalt sing
The praise of Him who is thy God,
Thy health’s eternal Spring.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 587 · C.M. · Cooling Streams
Gerhard Tersteegen, 1729. Tr. Rev. John Wesley, 1736 (Text of 1780)·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Thou hidden Love of God, whose height,
Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows,
I see from far Thy beauteous light,
Inly I sigh for Thy repose;
My heart is pained, nor can it be
At rest till it finds rest in Thee.
Verse 2
’Tis mercy all, that Thou hast brought
My mind to seek her peace in Thee;
Yet while I seek, but find Thee not,
No peace my wandering soul shall see:
O when shall all my wanderings end,
And all my steps to Thee-ward tend!
Verse 3
Is there a thing beneath the sun
That strives with Thee my heart to share?
Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there;
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it has found repose in Thee.
Verse 4
O Love, Thy sovereign aid impart
To save me from low-thoughted care;
Chase this self-will through all my heart,
Through all its latent mazes there;
Make me Thy duteous child, that I
Ceaseless may “Abba, Father,” cry.
Verse 5
Each moment draw from earth away
My heart, that lowly waits Thy call;
Speak to my inmost soul, and say,
“I am thy Love, thy God, thy All.”
To feel Thy power, to hear Thy voice,
To taste Thy love, be all my choice.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 596 · 8.8.8.8.8.8. · Rest (Stainer)
Samuel Stennett·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Saviour’s brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o’erflow.
Verse 2
No mortal can with Him compare,
Among the sons of men;
Fairer is He than all the fair
That fill the heavenly train.
Verse 3
He saw me plunged in deep distress,
He flew to my relief;
For me He bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.
Verse 4
To Him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
And saves me from the grave.
Verse 5
To heaven, the place of His abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.
Verse 6
Since from His bounty I receive
Such proofs of love Divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be Thine.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 679 · C.M. · (Horsley)
Timothy Dwight·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
I love Thy kingdom, Lord,
The house of Thine abode,
The Church our blest Redeemer saved
With His own precious blood.
Verse 2
I love Thy Church, O God:
Her walls before Thee stand,
Dear as the apple of Thine eye,
And graven on Thy hand.
Verse 3
For her my tears shall fall,
For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.
Verse 4
Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.
Verse 5
Jesus, Thou Friend Divine,
Our Saviour and our King,
Thy hand from every snare and foe
Shall great deliverance bring.
Verse 6
Sure as Thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be given
The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 688 · S.M. · Narenza
John Newton·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
Verse 2
It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
’Tis Manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary Rest.
Verse 3
Dear Name! the Rock on which I build,
My Shield and Hiding-place,
My never-failing Treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace;
Verse 4
By Thee my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled;
Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am owned a child.
Verse 5
Jesus, my Shepherd, Brother, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.
Verse 6
Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I’ll praise Thee as I ought.
Verse 7
Till then I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy Name
Refresh my soul in death.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 705 · C.M. · St. Peter
John Fawcett·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love:
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.
Verse 2
Before our Father’s throne
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims, are one,
Our comforts and our cares.
Verse 3
We share our mutual woes,
Our mutual burdens bear,
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.
Verse 4
When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.
Verse 5
This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way,
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.
Verse 6
From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And sin, we shall be free;
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 712 · S.M. · Boylston