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Blest Are the Pure in Heart

Verses 1, 3, Rev. John Keble, 1819: verses 2, 4, added, Mitre Hy. Bk., 1836·Modern

Verse 1

Blest are the pure in heart,
For they shall see our God;
The secret of the Lord is theirs,
Their soul is Christ’s abode.

Verse 2

The Lord, who left the sky
Our life and peace to bring,
And dwelt in lowliness with men,
Their Pattern and their King,—

Verse 3

Still to the lowly soul
He doth Himself impart;
And for His cradle and His throne
Chooseth the pure in heart.

Verse 4

Lord, we Thy presence seek;
Ours may this blessing be;
O give the pure and lowly heart,
A temple meet for Thee.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 585 · S.M. · St. George

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O for a Closer Walk with God

William Cowper·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

O for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame,
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

Verse 2

Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and His word?

Verse 3

What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

Verse 4

Return, O Holy Dove; return,
Sweet Messenger of rest:
I hate the sins that made Thee mourn
And drove Thee from my breast.

Verse 5

The dearest idol I have known,
Whate’er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from Thy throne,
And worship only Thee.

Verse 6

So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

William Cowper, “O for a Closer Walk with God”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 586 · C.M. · Dalehurst

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As Pants the Hart for Cooling Streams

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

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When I Can Read My Title Clear

Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

Verse 2

Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan’s rage,
And face a frowning world.

Verse 3

Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all:

Verse 4

There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

Isaac Watts, “When I Can Read My Title Clear”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 588 · C.M. · Belmont

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Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Robert Robinson·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.

Verse 2

Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of God’s unchanging love!

Verse 3

Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help I’m come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

Verse 4

Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed with precious blood.

Verse 5

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let that grace now, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.

Verse 6

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart; O take and seal it,
Seal it from Thy courts above.

Robert Robinson, “Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 589 · 8.7.8.7. · Trust

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Rise, My Soul, and Stretch Thy Wings

Robert Seagrave·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things
Towards heaven, thy native place.
Sun and moon and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.

Verse 2

Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source:
So my soul, derived from God,
Pants to view His glorious face,
Forward tends to His abode,
To rest in His embrace.

Verse 3

Fly me riches, fly me cares,
Whilst I that coast explore;
Flattering world, with all Thy snares,
Solicit me no more.
Pilgrims fix not here their home;
Strangers tarry but a night;
When the last dear morn is come,
They’ll rise to joyful light.

Verse 4

Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon our Saviour will return
Triumphant in the skies:
Yet a season, and you know
Happy entrance will be given,
All our sorrows left below,
And earth exchanged for heaven.

Robert Seagrave, “Rise, My Soul, and Stretch Thy Wings”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 590 · 7.6.7.6.7.7.7.6. · Amsterdam

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O for a Faith That Will Not Shrink

William H. Bathurst·Modern

Verse 1

O for a faith that will not shrink
Though pressed by many a foe,
That will not tremble on the brink
Of poverty or woe;

Verse 2

That will not murmur nor complain
Beneath the chastening rod,
But in the hour of grief or pain
Can 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 spark is fled,
And with a pure and heavenly ray
Lights up a dying bed.

Verse 5

Lord, give me such a faith as this,
And then, whate’er may come,
I taste e’en now the hallowed bliss
Of an eternal home.

William H. Bathurst, “O for a Faith That Will Not Shrink”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 591 · C.M. · Coventry

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O Very God of Very God

John M. Neale·Modern

Verse 1

O very God of very God,
And very Light of Light,
Whose feet this earth’s dark valley trod,
That so it might be bright;

Verse 2

Our hopes are weak, our fears are strong,
Thick darkness blinds our eyes;
Cold is the night, and O, we long
That Thou, our Sun, wouldst rise!

Verse 3

And even now, though dull and gray,
The east is brightening fast,
And kindling to the perfect day
That never shall be past.

Verse 4

O guide us till our path is done,
And we have reached the shore
Where Thou, our everlasting Sun,
Art shining evermore.

Verse 5

We wait in faith, and turn our face
To where the daylight springs,
Till Thou shalt come, our gloom to chase,
With healing in Thy wings.

Verse 6

To God the Father power and might
Both now and ever be;
To Him that is the Light of Light
And, Holy Ghost, to Thee.

John M. Neale, “O Very God of Very God”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 592 · C.M. · St. Mark

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O for a Heart to Praise My God

Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

O for a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free;
A heart that always feels Thy blood,
So freely spilt for me!

Verse 2

A heart resigned, submissive, meek,
My great Redeemer’s throne;
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone;

Verse 3

A humble, lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean,
Which neither life nor death can part
From Him that dwells within;

Verse 4

A heart in every thought renewed,
And full of love Divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of Thine.

Verse 5

Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above;
Write Thy new Name upon my heart,
Thy new, best Name of Love.

Charles Wesley, “O for a Heart to Praise My God”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 593 · C.M. · (Brown)

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Forward! Be Our Watchword

Henry Alford·Modern

Verse 1

Forward! be our watchword,
Steps and voices joined;
Seek the things before us,
Not a look behind:
Burns the fiery pillar
At our army’s head;
Who shall dream of shrinking,
By Jehovah led?
Forward through the desert,
Through the toil and fight;
Jordan flows before us,
Zion beams with light.

Verse 2

Forward, flock of Jesus,
Salt of all the earth,
Till each yearning purpose
Spring to glorious birth:
Sick, they ask for healing,
Blind, they grope for day;
Pour upon the nations
Wisdom’s loving ray.
Forward, out of error,
Leave behind the night;
Forward through the darkness,
Forward into light!

Verse 3

Glories upon glories
Hath our God prepared,
By the souls that love Him
One day to be shared:
Eye hath not beheld them,
Ear hath never heard;
Nor of these hath uttered
Thought or speech a word.
Forward, marching eastward
Where the heaven is bright,
Till the veil be lifted,
Till our faith be sight.

Verse 4

Far o’er yon horizon
Rise the city towers,
Where our God abideth:
That fair home is ours:
Flash the streets with jasper,
Shine the streets with gold;
Flows the gladdening river,
Shedding joys untold.
Thither, onward thither,
In Jehovah’s might,
Pilgrims to your country,
Forward into light!

Verse 5

To the Father’s glory
Loudest anthems raise,
To the Son and Spirit
Echo songs of praise;
To the Lord Jehovah,
Blessed Three in One,
Be by men and angels
Endless honor done.
Weak are earthly praises,
Dull the songs of night;
Forward into triumph,
Forward into light!

Presbyterian 1895 No. 594 · 6.5.6.5.12.11. · Forward

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I Do Not Ask, O Lord, That Life May Be

Adelaide A. Procter·Modern

Verse 1

I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be
A pleasant road;
I do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me
Aught of its load.

Verse 2

I do not ask that flowers should always spring
Beneath my feet;
I know too well the poison and the sting
Of things too sweet.

Verse 3

For one thing only, Lord, dear Lord, I plead:
Lead me aright,
Though strength should falter and though heart should bleed,
Through peace to light.

Verse 4

I do not ask, O Lord, that Thou shouldst shed
Full radiance here;
Give but a ray of peace, that I may tread
Without a fear.

Verse 5

I do not ask my cross to understand,
My way to see;
Better in darkness just to feel Thy hand,
And follow Thee.

Verse 6

Joy is like restless day; but peace Divine
Like quiet night:
Lead me, O Lord, till perfect day shall shine,
Through peace to light.

Adelaide A. Procter, “I Do Not Ask, O Lord, That Life May Be”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 595 · 10.4.10.4. · Submission

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Thou Hidden Love of God, Whose Height

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)

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O Light, Whose Beams Illumine All

Edward H. Plumptre·Modern

Verse 1

O Light, whose beams illumine all
From twilight dawn to perfect day,
Shine Thou before the shadows fall
That lead our wandering feet astray;
At morn and eve Thy radiance pour,
That youth may love, and age adore.

Verse 2

O Way, through whom our souls draw near
To yon eternal home of peace,
Where perfect love shall cast out fear,
And earth’s vain toil and wandering cease,
In strength or weakness may we see
Our heavenward path, O Lord, through Thee.

Verse 3

O Truth, before whose shrine we bow,
Thou priceless Pearl for all who seek,
To Thee our earliest strength we vow,
Thy love will bless the pure and meek;
When dreams or mists beguile our sight,
Turn Thou our darkness into light.

Verse 4

O Life, the Well that ever flows
To slake the thirst of those that faint,
Thy power to bless what seraph knows?
Thy joy supreme what words can paint?
In earth’s last hour of fleeting breath
Be Thou our Conqueror over death.

Verse 5

O Light, O Way, O Truth, O Life,
O Jesus, born mankind to save,
Give Thou Thy peace in deadliest strife,
Shed Thou Thy calm on stormiest wave;
Be Thou our Hope, our Joy, our Dread,
Lord of the living and the dead.

Edward H. Plumptre, “O Light, Whose Beams Illumine All”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 597 · 8.8.8.8.8.8. · St. Matthias

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O Thou, to Whose All-Searching Sight

Count Nicolaus L. von Zinzendorf, 1721 (verse 4, Rev. Johann A. Freylinghausen, 1704). Tr. Rev. John Wesley, 1738: verse 3, l. 4, alt.·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

O Thou, to whose all-searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light,
Search, prove my heart; it pants for Thee;
O burst these bands, and set it free.

Verse 2

Wash out its stains, refine its dross;
Nail my affections to the cross;
Hallow each thought; let all within
Be clean, as Thou, my Lord, art clean.

Verse 3

If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be Thou my Light, be Thou my Way;
No foes, no violence I fear,
No harm, while Thou, my God, art near.

Verse 4

When rising floods my head o’erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of woe,
Jesus, Thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart.

Verse 5

Saviour, where’er Thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow Thee:
O let Thy hand support me still,
And lead me to Thy holy hill.

Verse 6

If rough and thorny be my way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil and grief and pain shall cease
Where all is calm and joy and peace.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 598 · L.M. · Bera

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Lead Us, O Father, in the Paths of Peace

William H. Burleigh·Modern

Verse 1

Lead us, O Father, in the paths of peace;
Without Thy guiding hand we go astray,
And doubts appal, and sorrows still increase:
Lead us through Christ, the true and living Way.

Verse 2

Lead us, O Father, in the paths of truth;
Unhelped by Thee, in error’s maze we grope,
While passion stains and folly dims our youth,
And age comes on uncheered by faith and hope.

Verse 3

Lead us, O Father, in the paths of right;
Blindly we stumble when we walk alone,
Involved in shadows of a moral night;
Only with Thee we journey safely on.

Verse 4

Lead us, O Father, to Thy heavenly rest,
However rough and steep the path may be,
Through joy or sorrow, as Thou deemest best,
Until our lives are perfected in Thee.

William H. Burleigh, “Lead Us, O Father, in the Paths of Peace”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 599 · 10.10.10.10. · Longwood

IW
My God, Permit Me Not to Be

Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

My God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and Thee;
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.

Verse 2

Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heavenly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Saviour, go?

Verse 3

Call me away from flesh and sense:
One sovereign word can draw me thence;
I would obey the voice Divine,
And all inferior joys resign.

Verse 4

Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn;
Let noise and vanity be gone;
In secret silence of the mind
My heaven, and there my God, I find.

Isaac Watts, “My God, Permit Me Not to Be”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 600 · L.M. · (Guardian)

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Nearer, My God, to Thee

Sarah F. Adams·Modern

Verse 1

Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
E’en though it be a cross
That raiseth me;
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

Verse 2

Though like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I’d be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

Verse 3

There let the way appear,
Steps unto heaven:
All that Thou send’st to me
In mercy given;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

Verse 4

Then, with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I’ll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

Verse 5

Or if on joyful wing
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upwards I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

Sarah F. Adams, “Nearer, My God, to Thee”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 601 · 6.4.6.4.6.6.4. · Horbury

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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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O One with God the Father

William W. How·Modern

Verse 1

O One with God the Father
In majesty and might,
The Brightness of His glory,
Eternal Light of Light,
O’er this our home of darkness
Thy rays are streaming now;
The shadows flee before Thee,
The world’s true Light art Thou.

Verse 2

Yet, Lord, we see but darkly:
O heavenly Light, arise,
Dispel these mists that shroud us,
And hide Thee from our eyes,
We long to track the footprints
That Thou Thyself hast trod;
We long to see the pathway
That leads to Thee our God.

Verse 3

O Jesus, shine around us
With radiance of Thy grace;
O Jesus, turn upon us
The brightness of Thy face.
We need no star to guide us,
As on our way we press,
If Thou light vouchsafest,
O Sun of Righteousness.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 603 · 7.6.7.6.D. · Waring

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'Tis by the Faith of Joys to Come

Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

’Tis by the faith of joys to come
We walk through deserts dark as night:
Till we arrive at heaven, our home,
Faith is our guide, and faith our light.

Verse 2

The want of sight she well supplies;
She makes the pearly gates appear;
Far into distant worlds she pries,
And brings eternal glories near.

Verse 3

Cheerful we tread the desert through,
While faith inspires a heavenly ray;
Though lions roar and tempests blow,
And rocks and dangers fill the way.

Verse 4

So Abram, by Divine command,
Left his own house to walk with God;
His faith beheld the promised land,
And fired his zeal along the road.

Isaac Watts, “'Tis by the Faith of Joys to Come”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 604 · L.M. · (Duke Street)

Verse 1

Walk in the light: so shalt thou know
That fellowship of love
His Spirit only can bestow,
Who reigns in light above.

Verse 2

Walk in the light: and sin abhorred
Shall ne’er defile again;
The blood of Jesus Christ thy Lord
Shall cleanse from every stain.

Verse 3

Walk in the light: and thou shalt find
Thy heart made truly His
Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined,
In whom no darkness is.

Verse 4

Walk in the light: and thou shalt own
Thy darkness passed away,
Because that Light hath on thee shone
In which is perfect day.

Verse 5

Walk in the light: and e’en the tomb
No fearful shade shall wear;
Glory shall chase away its gloom,
For Christ hath conquered there.

Verse 6

Walk in the light: and thine shall be
A path, though thorny, bright;
For God, by grace, shall dwell in thee,
And God Himself is Light.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 605 · C.M. · Nox Præcessit

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O Everlasting Light

Horatius Bonar·Modern

Verse 1

O Everlasting Light,
Giver of dawn and day,
Dispeller of the ancient night
In which creation lay;

Verse 2

O Everlasting Light,
Shine graciously within;
Brightest of all on earth that’s bright,
Come, shine away my sin.

Verse 3

O Everlasting Truth,
Truest of all that’s true,
Sure Guide of erring age and youth,
Lead me, and teach me too.

Verse 4

O Everlasting Strength,
Uphold me in the way;
Bring me, in spite of foes, at length
To joy and light and day.

Verse 5

O Everlasting Love,
Wellspring of grace and peace,
Pour down Thy fulness from above,
Bid doubt and trouble cease.

Verse 6

O Everlasting Rest,
Lift off life’s load of care;
Relieve, revive this burdened breast,
And every sorrow bear.

Verse 7

Thou art in heaven our All,
Our All on earth art Thou;
Upon Thy glorious Name we call,
Lord Jesus, bless us now.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 606 · S.M. · Domenica

Verse 1

We bless Thee for Thy peace, O God,
Deep as the unfathomed sea,
Which falls like sunshine on the road
Of those who trust in Thee.

Verse 2

We ask not, Father, for repose
Which comes from outward rest,
If we may have through all life’s woes
Thy peace within our breast:

Verse 3

That peace which suffers and is strong,
Trusts where it cannot see,
Deems not the trial-way too long,
But leaves the end with Thee.

Verse 4

That peace which flows serene and deep,
A river in the soul,
Whose banks a living verdure keep,
God’s sunshine o’er the whole.

Verse 5

O Father, give our hearts this peace,
Whate’er the outward be,
Till all life’s discipline shall cease,
And we go home to Thee.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 607 · C.M. · Northrepps

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Behold What Wondrous Grace

Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Behold what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!

Verse 2

Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made;
But when we see our Saviour here
We shall be like our Head.

Verse 3

A hope so much Divine
May trials well endure,
May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.

Verse 4

If in my Father’s love
I share a filial part,
Send down Thy Spirit like a dove
To rest upon my heart.

Verse 5

We would no longer lie
Like slaves beneath the throne;
My faith shall “Abba, Father,” cry,
And Thou the kindred own.

Isaac Watts, “Behold What Wondrous Grace”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 608 · S.M. · (Leighton)

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Far From My Heavenly Home

Henry F. Lyte·Modern

Verse 1

Far from my heavenly home,
Far from my Father’s breast,
Fainting I cry, “Blest Spirit, come
And speed me to my rest.”

Verse 2

Upon the willows long
My harp has silent hung:
How should I sing a cheerful song
Till Thou inspire my tongue?

Verse 3

My spirit homeward turns,
And fain would thither flee:
My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns
When I remember thee.

Verse 4

To thee, to thee I press,
A dark and toilsome road:
When shall I pass the wilderness,
And reach the saints’ abode?

Verse 5

God of my life, be near;
On Thee my hopes I cast:
O guide me through the desert here,
And bring me home at last.

Henry F. Lyte, “Far From My Heavenly Home”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 609 · S.M. · Lyte

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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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Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Robert Robinson·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.

Verse 2

Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of God’s unchanging love!

Verse 3

Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help I’m come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

Verse 4

Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed with precious blood.

Verse 5

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let that grace now, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.

Verse 6

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart; O take and seal it,
Seal it from Thy courts above.

Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 633 · 8.7.8.7. · Trust

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Nearer, My God, to Thee

Sarah F. Adams·Modern

Verse 1

Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
E’en though it be a cross
That raiseth me;
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

Verse 2

Though like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I’d be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

Verse 3

There let the way appear,
Steps unto heaven:
All that Thou send’st to me
In mercy given;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

Verse 4

Then, with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I’ll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

Verse 5

Or if on joyful wing
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upwards I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 719 · 6.4.6.4.6.6.4. · Horbury

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O for a Heart to Praise My God

Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

O for a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free;
A heart that always feels Thy blood,
So freely spilt for me!

Verse 2

A heart resigned, submissive, meek,
My great Redeemer’s throne;
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone;

Verse 3

A humble, lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean,
Which neither life nor death can part
From Him that dwells within;

Verse 4

A heart in every thought renewed,
And full of love Divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of Thine.

Verse 5

Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above;
Write Thy new Name upon my heart,
Thy new, best Name of Love.

Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 735 · C.M. · (Brown)