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Verse 1

High in the heavens, Eternal God,
Thy goodness in full glory shines;
Thy truth shall break through every cloud
That veils and darkens Thy designs.

Verse 2

For ever firm Thy justice stands,
As mountains their foundations keep;
Wise are the wonders of Thy hands;
Thy judgments are a mighty deep.

Verse 3

Thy providence is kind and large,
Both man and beast Thy bounty share;
The whole creation is Thy charge,
But saints are Thy peculiar care.

Verse 4

My God, how excellent Thy grace,
Whence all our hope and comfort spring!
The sons of Adam in distress
Fly to the shadow of Thy wing.

Verse 5

From the provisions of Thy house
We shall be fed with sweet repast;
There mercy like a river flows,
And brings salvation to our taste.

Verse 6

Life, like a fountain, rich and free,
Springs from the presence of my Lord;
And in Thy light our souls shall see
The glories promised in Thy word.

Verse 1

Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme,
And speak some boundless thing,
The mighty works, or mightier Name,
Of our Eternal King.

Verse 2

Tell of His wondrous faithfulness,
And sound His power abroad;
Sing the sweet promise of His grace,
And the performing God.

Verse 3

His very word of grace is strong
As that which built the skies;
The voice that rolls the stars along
Speaks all the promises.

Verse 4

O might I hear Thy heavenly tongue
But whisper, “Thou art Mine,”
Those gentle words should raise my song
To notes almost Divine.

Verse 1

Come, says Jesus’ sacred voice,
Come, and make my paths your choice;
I will guide you to your home;
Weary pilgrim! hither come.

Verse 2

Thou, who, houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world’s scorn,
Long hast roamed this barren waste,
Weary pilgrim! hither haste.

Verse 3

Ye, who, tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain!
Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn!--

Verse 4

Hither come, for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound,
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.

Verse 1

Behold the throne of grace!
The promise calls me near;
There Jesus shows a smiling face,
And waits to answer prayer.

Verse 2

That rich atoning blood,
Which sprinkled round I see,
Provides, for those who come to God,
An all-prevailing plea.

Verse 3

My soul! ask what thou wilt;
Thou canst not be too bold;
Since his own blood for thee he spilt,
What else can he withhold?

Verse 4

Thine, image, Lord! bestow,
Thy presence and thy love;
I ask to serve thee here below,
And reign with thee above.

Verse 5

Teach me to live by faith;
Conform my will to thine;
Let me victorious be in death,
And then in glory shine.

Verse 1

God is the Refuge of His saints
When storms of sharp distress invade:
Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold Him present with His aid.

Verse 2

Let mountains from their seats be hurled
Down to the deep, and buried there,
Convulsions shake the solid world,
Our faith shall never yield to fear.

Verse 3

Loud may the troubled ocean roar;
In sacred peace our souls abide,
While every nation, every shore,
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.

Verse 4

There is a stream whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;
Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,
And watering our Divine abode.

Verse 5

That sacred stream, Thy holy word,
Our grief allays, our fear controls;
Sweet peace Thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.

Verse 6

Zion enjoys her Monarch’s love,
Secure against a threatening hour;
Nor can her firm foundations move,
Built on His truth, and armed with power.

Verse 1

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent word!
What more can He say than to you He hath said,—
You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?

Verse 2

“Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed;
I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.”

Verse 3

“When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of woe shall not overflow;
For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.”

Verse 4

“When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.”

Verse 5

“E’en down to old age all My people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne.”

Verse 6

“The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to his foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no, never, no, never forsake.”

Verse 1

Behold the throne of grace!
The promise calls me near:
There Jesus shows a smiling face,
And waits to answer prayer.

Verse 2

My soul, ask what thou wilt;
Thou canst not be too bold;
Since His own blood for thee He spilt,
What else can He withhold?

Verse 3

Thine image, Lord, bestow,
Thy presence and Thy love;
I ask to serve Thee here below,
And reign with Thee above.

Verse 4

Teach me to live by faith;
Conform my will to Thine;
Let me victorious be in death,
And then in glory shine.