Doxology
106 items
B. H. Kennedy·Modern
Verse 1
Ask ye what great thing I know
That delights and stirs me so?
What the high reward I win?
Whose the name I glory in?
Jesus Christ, the crucified.
Verse 2
What is faith’s foundation strong?
What awakes my lips to song?
He who bore my sinful load,
Purchased for me peace with God;
Jesus Christ, the crucified.
Verse 3
Who is life in life to me?
Who the death of death will be?
Who will place me on his right
With the countless hosts of light?
Jesus Christ, the crucified.
Verse 4
This is that great thing I know;
This delights and stirs me so;
Faith in him who died to save,
Him who triumphed o’er the grave,
Jesus Christ, the crucified.
B. H. Kennedy·Modern
Verse 1
Ask ye what great thing I know
That delights and stirs me so?
What the high reward I win?
Whose the name I glory in?
Jesus Christ, the crucified.
Verse 2
What is faith’s foundation strong?
What awakes my lips to song?
He who bore my sinful load,
Purchased for me peace with God;
Jesus Christ, the crucified.
Verse 3
Who is life in life to me?
Who the death of death will be?
Who will place me on his right
With the countless hosts of light?
Jesus Christ, the crucified.
Verse 4
This is that great thing I know;
This delights and stirs me so;
Faith in him who died to save,
Him who triumphed o’er the grave,
Jesus Christ, the crucified.
B. H. Kennedy, “Ask Ye What Great Thing I Know”
William Hammond·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Awake, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb;
Wake, every heart, and every tongue!
To praise the Savior’s name.
Verse 2
Sing of his dying love;
Sing of his rising power;
Sing how he intercedes above
For those whose sins he bore.
Verse 3
Sing on your heavenly way,
Ye ransomed sinners! sing;
Sing on, rejoicing, every day,
In Christ, th’ eternal King.
Verse 4
Soon shall ye hear him say,
“Ye blessed children! come;”
Soon will he call you hence away,
And take his wanderers home.
William Hammond, “Awake, and Sing the Song”
Anne Steele·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Awake, awake, the sacred song,
To our incarnate Lord;
Let every heart and every tongue
Adore th’ eternal Word.
Verse 2
That awful Word, that sovereign Power,
By whom the worlds were made;
Oh, happy morn--illustrious hour--
Was once in flesh arrayed.
Verse 3
To dwell with misery here below,
The Savior left the skies,
And sunk to wretchedness and woe,
That worthless man might rise.
Verse 4
Adoring angels tuned their songs,
To hail the joyful day;
With rapture, then, let human tongues
Their grateful worship pay.
Anne Steele, “Awake, Awake, the Sacred Song”
Anne Steele·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Awake, my soul, awake my tongue,
My God demands the grateful song;
Let all my inmost powers record
The wondrous mercy of the Lord.
Verse 2
Divinely free his mercy flows,
Forgives my sins, allays my woes,
And bids approaching death remove,
And crowns me with indulgent love.
Verse 3
His mercy, with unchanging rays,
Forever shines, while time decays;
And children’s children shall record
The truth and goodness of the Lord.
Verse 4
While all his works his praise proclaim
And men and angels bless his name,
Oh, let my heart, my life, my tongue
Attend, and join the blissful song!
Anne Steele, “Awake, My Soul, Awake My Tongue”
Samuel Medley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Awake, my soul, to joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer’s praise;
He justly claims a song from me,
His loving kindness, oh, how free!
Verse 2
He saw me ruined in the fall,
Yet loved me notwithstanding all;
He saved me from my lost estate--
His loving kindness, oh, how great!
Verse 3
Though numerous hosts of mighty foes--
Though earth and hell my way oppose;
He safely leads my soul along--
His loving kindness, oh, how strong!
Verse 4
When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood--
His loving kindness, oh, how good!
Samuel Medley, “Awake, My Soul, to Joyful Lays”
Samuel Medley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Awake, my soul, to joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer’s praise;
He justly claims a song from me,
His loving kindness, oh, how free!
Verse 2
He saw me ruined in the fall,
Yet loved me notwithstanding all;
He saved me from my lost estate--
His loving kindness, oh, how great!
Verse 3
Though numerous hosts of mighty foes--
Though earth and hell my way oppose;
He safely leads my soul along--
His loving kindness, oh, how strong!
Verse 4
When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood--
His loving kindness, oh, how good!
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Before Jehovah’s awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.
Verse 2
His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again.
Verse 3
We are his people, we his care—
Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?
Verse 4
We’ll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
Verse 5
Wide as the world is thy command;
Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
Isaac Watts, “Before Jehovah's Awful Throne”
John Austin·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Bless’d be thy love, dear Lord!
That taught us this sweet way,
Only to love thee for thyself,
And for that love obey.
Verse 2
Oh, thou, our soul’s chief Hope!
We to thy mercy fly;
Where’er we are, thou canst protect,
Whate’er we need, supply.
Verse 3
Whether we sleep or wake,
To thee we both resign;
By night we see, as well as day,
If thy light on us shine.
Verse 4
Whether we live or die,
Both we submit to thee;
In death we live, as well as life,
If thine in death we be.
John Austin, “Bless'd Be Thy Love, Dear Lord!”
John Cennick·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Children of the heavenly King,
As we journey let us sing;
Sing our Savior’s worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
We are trav’ling home to God,
In the way our fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.
Verse 2
Fear not, brethren; joyful stand
On the borders of our land;
Jesus Christ, our Father’s Son,
Bids us undismayed go on.
Lord! obediently we’ll go,
Gladly leaving all below:
Only thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow thee.
John Cennick, “Children of the Heavenly King”
Martin Madan (?)·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Come, let us all unite to praise
The Savior of mankind;
Our thankful hearts in solemn lays
Be with our voices joined.
Verse 2
O Lord! we cannot silent be;
By love we are constrained
To offer our best thanks to thee,
Our Savior, and our Friend.
Verse 3
Let every tongue thy goodness show,
And spread abroad thy fame;
Let every heart with praise o’erflow,
And bless thy sacred name.
Verse 4
Worship and honor, thanks and love,
Be to our Jesus given,
By men below, by hosts above,
By all in earth and heaven.
Martin Madan (?), “Come, Let Us All Unite to Praise”
James Montgomery·Modern
Verse 1
Come, let us sing the song of songs,
With hearts and voices swell the strain;
The homage which to Christ belongs;--
“Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!”
Verse 2
Slain to redeem us by his blood,
To cleanse from every sinful stain;
And make us kings and priests to God:
“Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!”
Verse 3
To him who suffered on the tree,
Our souls, at his soul’s price, to gain,
Blessing, and praise, and glory be!--
“Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!”
Verse 4
Come, Holy Spirit! from on high,
Our faith, our hope, our love sustain,
Living to sing, and dying cry,--
“Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!”
James Montgomery, “Come, Let Us Sing the Song of Songs”
Thomas Blacklock·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Come, oh, my soul, in sacred lays,
Attempt thy great Creator’s praise;
But oh! what tongue can speak his fame?
What mortal verse can reach the theme?
Verse 2
Enthroned amidst the radiant spheres,
He glory like a garment wears;
To form a robe of light divine,
Ten thousand suns around him shine.
Verse 3
In all our Master’s grand designs,
Omnipotence with wisdom shines;
His works, through all this wondrous frame,
Bear the great impress of his name.
Verse 4
Raised on Devotion’s lofty wing,
Do thou, my soul! his glories sing;
And let his praise employ thy tongue,
Till listening worlds applaud the song.
Thomas Blacklock, “Come, Oh, My Soul, in Sacred Lays”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Come, sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing;
Jehovah is the sov’reign God,
The universal king.
Verse 2
He formed the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.
Verse 3
Come, worship at his throne;
Come, bow before the Lord;
We are his works, and not our own;
He formed us by his word.
Verse 4
To-day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.
Isaac Watts, “Come, Sound His Praise Abroad”
Matthew Bridges·Modern
Verse 1
Crown him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon his throne;
Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns
All music but its own!
Verse 2
Awake, my soul! and sing
Of him who died for thee;
And hail him as thy matchless King,
Through all eternity.
Verse 3
Crown him, the Lord of love!
Behold his hands and side,
Rich wounds, yet visible above
In beauty glorified.
Verse 4
Crown him, the Lord of peace!
Whose power a scepter sways,
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
Absorbed in prayer and praise.
Verse 5
Crown him, the Lord of years!
The Potentate of time;
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime!
Matthew Bridges, “Crown Him with Many Crowns”
Philip Doddridge·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Do not I love thee, oh, my Lord?
Behold my heart, and see;
And turn each worthless idol out,
That dares to rival thee.
Verse 2
Do not I love thee, from my soul?
Then let me nothing love;
Dead be my heart to every joy,
Which thou dost not approve.
Verse 3
Is not thy name melodious still,
To mine attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure thrill
My Savior’s voice to hear?
Verse 4
Thou know’st I love thee, dearest Lord!
But, oh! I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love thee more.
Philip Doddridge, “Do Not I Love Thee, Oh, My Lord?”
Elisha A. Hoffman·Modern
Verse 1
Down at the cross where my Savior died.
Down where for cleansing from sin I cried;
There to my heart was the blood applied;
Glory to his name.
Refrain
Glory to his name,
Glory to his name,
There to my heart was the blood applied,
Glory to his name.
Verse 2
I am so wondrously saved from sin,
Jesus so sweetly abides within;
There at the cross where he took me in;
Glory to his name.
Verse 3
Oh, precious fountain that saves from sin,
I am so glad, I have entered in;
There Jesus saves me and keeps me clean;
Glory to his name.
Verse 4
Come to this fountain, so rich and sweet,
Cast thy poor soul at the Savior’s feet;
Plunge in to-day and be made complete;
Glory to his name.
Elisha A. Hoffman, “Down at the Cross Where My Savior Died.”
Johann Scheffler·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Earth has nothing sweet or fair,
Lovely forms or beauties rare,
But before my eyes they bring
Christ, of beauty Source and Spring.
Verse 2
When the morning paints the skies,
When the golden sunbeams rise,
Then my Savior’s form I find
Brightly imaged on my mind.
Verse 3
When the day-beams pierce the night,
Oft I think on Jesus’ light,--
Think,--how bright that light will be,
Shining through eternity.
Verse 4
When, as moonlight softly steals,
Heaven its thousand eyes reveals,
Then I think;--who made their light
Is a thousand times more bright.
Verse 5
When I see, in spring-tide gay,
Fields their varied tints display,
Wakes the thrilling thought in me,
What must their Creator be?
Verse 6
Lord of all that’s fair to see!
Come, reveal thyself to me;
Let me, ‘mid thy radiant light,
See thine unveiled glories bright.
Johann Scheffler, “Earth Has Nothing Sweet or Fair”
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
Fade, fade, each earthly joy,
Jesus is mine:
Break ev’ry mortal tie;
Jesus is mine.
Dark is the wilderness,
Distant the resting-place;
Jesus alone can bless,
Jesus is mine.
Verse 2
Tempt not my soul away:
Jesus is mine:
Here would I ever stay;
Jesus is mine:
Perishing things of clay,
Born but for one brief day!
Pass from my heart away,
Jesus is mine.
Verse 3
Farewell, ye dreams of night!
Jesus is mine:
Mine is a dawning bright,
Jesus is mine:
All that my soul has tried,
Left but a dismal void;
Jesus has satisfied;
Jesus is mine.
Verse 4
Farewell, mortality!
Jesus is mine:
Welcome, eternity!
Jesus is mine:
Welcome, ye scenes of rest!
Welcome, ye mansions blest!
Welcome a Savior’s breast;
Jesus is mine.
Horatius Bonar, “Fade, Fade, Each Earthly Joy”
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
Fade, fade, each earthly joy,
Jesus is mine:
Break ev’ry mortal tie;
Jesus is mine.
Dark is the wilderness,
Distant the resting-place;
Jesus alone can bless,
Jesus is mine.
Verse 2
Tempt not my soul away:
Jesus is mine:
Here would I ever stay;
Jesus is mine:
Perishing things of clay,
Born but for one brief day!
Pass from my heart away,
Jesus is mine.
Verse 3
Farewell, ye dreams of night!
Jesus is mine:
Mine is a dawning bright,
Jesus is mine:
All that my soul has tried,
Left but a dismal void;
Jesus has satisfied;
Jesus is mine.
Verse 4
Farewell, mortality!
Jesus is mine:
Welcome, eternity!
Jesus is mine:
Welcome, ye scenes of rest!
Welcome, ye mansions blest!
Welcome a Savior’s breast;
Jesus is mine.
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
From all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator’s praise arise;
Let the Redeemer’s name be sung,
Through every land, by every tongue.
Verse 2
Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends thy word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Verse 3
Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring,
In songs of praise divinely sing:
The great salvation loud proclaim,
And shout for joy the Savior’s name.
Verse 4
In every land begin the song;
To every land the strains belong;
In cheerful sounds all voices raise,
And till the world with loudest praise.
Isaac Watts, “From All That Dwell Below the Skies”
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
Glory be to God the Father,
Glory be to God the Son,
Glory be to God the Spirit,
Great Jehovah, Three in One;
Glory, glory,
While eternal ages run.
Verse 1
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost,
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.
Amen.
Verse 1
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost,
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.
Amen.
Verse 1
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost, and to the
Holy Ghost,
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end,
world without end.
Amen.
Verse 1
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost,
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.
Amen.
Philip Doddridge·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
God of my life! through all my days
My grateful powers shall sound my praise;
The song shall wake with opening light,
And warble to the silent night.
Verse 2
When anxious cares would break my rest,
And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.
Verse 3
When death o’er nature shall prevail,
And all its powers of language fail,
Joy thro’ my swimming eyes shall break,
And mean the thanks I cannot speak.
Verse 4
Soon shall I learn th’ exalted strains,
Which echo o’er the heavenly plains,
And emulate, with joy unknown,
The growing seraphs round thy throne.
Philip Doddridge, “God of My Life! Through All My Days”
Edwin F. Hatfield·Modern
Verse 1
Great God of earth and heaven,
To Thee our songs we raise;
To Thee be glory given
And everlasting praise:
We joyfully confess Thee,
Eternal Triune God;
We magnify, we bless Thee,
And spread Thy praise abroad.
Anonymous
Verse 1
Hail! great Creator, wise and good!
To thee our songs we raise;
Nature, through all her various scenes,
Invites us to thy praise.
Verse 2
At morning, noon, and evening mild,
Fresh wonders strike our view;
And, while we gaze, our hearts exult
With transports ever new.
Verse 3
Thy glory beams in every star,
Which gilds the gloom of night;
And decks the smiling face of morn
With rays of cheerful light.
Verse 4
And while, in all thy wondrous ways,
Thy varied love we see;
Oh, may our hearts, great God, be led
Through all thy works to thee.
Anonymous, “Hail! Great Creator, Wise and Good!”
Anonymous
Verse 1
Hallelujah! song of gladness;
Song of everlasting joy;
Hallelujah! song the sweetest
That can angel hosts employ.
Refrain
Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah!
Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah!
Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah!
Praise ye the Lord!
Verse 2
Hallelujah! Church victorious,
Thou mayst lift this joyful strain;
Hallelujah! songs of triumph,
Well befit the ransomed train.
Verse 3
Hallelujah! let our voices
Rise to heav’n with full accord;
Hallelujah! ev’ry moment
Brings us nearer to the Lord.
Verse 4
But our earnest supplication,
Holy God, we raise to thee;
Bring us to thy blissful presence.
Let us all thy glory see.
Anonymous, “Hallelujah! Song of Gladness”
Verse 1
Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee;
Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty!
God over all and blest eternally.
Verse 2
Holy, holy, holy! all saints adore thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee,
Who wast, and art, and evermore shall be.
Verse 3
Holy, holy, holy! tho’ the darkness hide thee,
Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see;
Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee;
Perfect in power, in love, and purity.
Verse 4
Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
All thy works shall praise thy name in earth, and sky, and sea;
Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty!
God over all, and blest eternally.
John Newton·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear;
It soothes his sorrow, 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 treasure, filled
With boundless stores of grace.
Verse 4
Jesus, my Shepherd, Savior, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.
Verse 5
I would thy boundless love proclaim
With every fleeting breath,
So shall the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.
John Newton, “How Sweet the Name of Jesus Sounds”
John Newton·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
How tedious and tasteless the hours
When Jesus no longer I see!
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers
Have lost all their sweetness to me:
The midsummer sun shines but dim;
The fields strive in vain to look gay;
But when I am happy in him,
December’s as pleasant as May.
Verse 2
His name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music his voice;
His presence disperses my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice:
I should, were he always so nigh,
Have nothing to wish or to fear;
No mortal so happy as I;
My summer would last all the year.
Verse 3
Content with beholding his face,
My all to his pleasure resigned,
No changes of season or place
Would make any change in my mind:
While blest with a sense of his love,
A palace a toy would appear;
And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.
Verse 4
Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine,
If thou art my sun and my song,
Say, why do I languish and pine?
And why are my winters so long?
O, drive these dark clouds from my sky;
Thy soul-cheering presence restore;
Or take me unto thee on high,
Where winter and clouds are no more.
John Newton, “How Tedious and Tasteless the Hours”
Verse 1
I have found a friend in Jesus, he’s everything to me,
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul;
The Lily of the Valley, in him alone I see
All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole.
In sorrow he’s my comfort, in trouble he’s my stay,
He tells me ev’ry care on him to roll.
He’s the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
Verse 2
He all my griefs has taken, and all my sorrows borne;
In temptation he’s my strong and mighty tower;
I have all for him forsaken, and all my idols torn
From my heart, and now he keeps me by his power.
Tho’ all the world forsake me, and Satan tempt me sore,
Thro’ Jesus I shall safely reach the goal.
He’s the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
Verse 3
He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here,
While I live by faith and do his blessed will;
A wall of fire about me, I’ve nothing now to fear,
With his manna he my hungry soul shall fill.
Then sweeping up to glory to see his blessed face,
Where rivers of delight shall ever roll.
He’s the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
L. Hartsough·Modern
Verse 1
I hear thy welcome voice
That calls me, Lord, to thee
For cleansing in thy precious blood
That flowed on Calvary.
Refrain
I am coming, Lord!
Coming now to thee!
Wash me, cleanse me, in the blood
That flowed on Calvary.
Verse 2
Tho’ coming weak and vile,
Thou dost my strength assure;
Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse,
Till spotless all and pure.
Verse 3
’Tis Jesus calls me on
To perfect faith and love,
To perfect hope, and peace, and trust,
For earth and heaven above.
Verse 4
’Tis Jesus who confirms
The blessed work within,
By adding grace to welcomed grace,
Where reigned the power of sin.
Verse 5
And he the witness gives
To loyal hearts and free,
That every promise is fulfilled,
If faith but brings the plea.
Verse 6
All hail, atoning blood!
All hail, redeeming grace!
All hail, the gift of Christ, our Lord,
Our strength and righteousness!
L. Hartsough, “I Hear Thy Welcome Voice”
Annie S. Hawks·Modern
Verse 1
I need thee ev’ry hour,
Most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like thine
Can peace afford.
Refrain
I need thee, oh, I need thee,
Ev’ry hour I need thee;
Oh, bless me now, my Savior
I come to thee.
Verse 2
I need thee ev’ry hour;
Stay thou near by;
Temptations lose their power
When thou art nigh.
Verse 3
I need thee ev’ry hour,
In joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide,
Or life is vain.
Verse 4
I need thee ev’ry hour;
Teach me thy will;
And thy rich promises
In me fulfill.
Verse 5
I need thee ev’ry hour,
Most Holy One;
Oh, make me thine indeed,
Thou blessed Son.
Annie S. Hawks, “I Need Thee Ev'ry Hour”
John Mason·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
I’ve found the pearl of greatest price!
My heart doth sing for joy;
And sing I must, for Christ is mine!
Christ shall my song employ.
Verse 2
Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Prophet full of light,
My great High Priest before the throne,
My King of heavenly might.
Verse 3
Christ is my peace; he died for me,
For me he gave his blood;
And, as my wondrous Sacrifice,
Offered himself to God.
Verse 4
Christ Jesus is my All in All,--
My Comfort, and my Love;
My Life below, and he shall be
My Joy and Crown above.
John Mason·Post-Reformation
I’ve Found the Pearl of Greatest Price!
Verse 1
I’ve found the pearl of greatest price!
My heart doth sing for joy;
And sing I must, for Christ is mine!
Christ shall my song employ.
Verse 2
Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Prophet full of light,
My great High Priest before the throne,
My King of heavenly might.
Verse 3
Christ is my peace; he died for me,
For me he gave his blood;
And, as my wondrous Sacrifice,
Offered himself to God.
Verse 4
Christ Jesus is my All in All,--
My Comfort, and my Love;
My Life below, and he shall be
My Joy and Crown above.
Joseph Grigg·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Jesus! and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of thee!
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine thro’ endless days.
Verse 2
Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O’er this benighted soul of mine.
Verse 3
Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.
Verse 4
Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I’ve no guilt to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
Verse 5
Till then--nor is my boasting vain--
Till then, I boast a Savior slain!
And, oh, may this my glory be
That Christ is not ashamed of me!
Joseph Grigg·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Jesus! and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of thee!
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine thro’ endless days.
Verse 2
Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O’er this benighted soul of mine.
Verse 3
Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.
Verse 4
Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I’ve no guilt to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
Verse 5
Till then--nor is my boasting vain--
Till then, I boast a Savior slain!
And, oh, may this my glory be
That Christ is not ashamed of me!
Ray Palmer·Modern
Verse 1
Jesus! my heart within me burns,
To tell thee all its conscious love;
And from earth’s low delight it turns,
To taste a joy like that above.
Verse 2
When thou to me dost condescend,
In love divine, thou blessed One,
The moments that with thee I spend,
Seem e’en as Heaven itself begun.
Verse 3
Though oft these lips my love have told,
They still the story would repeat;
To me the rapture ne’er grows old,
That thrills me, bending at thy feet.
Verse 4
I breathe my words into thine ear;
I seem to fix mine eyes on thine;
And sure that thou dost wait to hear,
I dare in faith to call thee mine.
Verse 5
Reign thou sole Sovereign of my heart;
My all I yield to thy control;
Oh! let me never from thee part,
Thou best Beloved of my soul!
Ray Palmer, “Jesus! My Heart Within Me Burns”
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Jesus, my truth, my way,
My sure, unerring light,
On thee my feeble steps I stay,
Which thou wilt guide aright.
Verse 2
My wisdom and my guide,
My counselor thou art;
Oh, never let me leave thy side,
Or from thy paths depart.
Verse 3
Never will I remove
Out of thy hands my cause;
But rest in thy redeeming love,
And hang upon thy cross.
Verse 4
Oh, make me all like thee,
Before I hence remove;
Settle, confirm, and ‘stablish me--
And build me up in love.
Charles Wesley, “Jesus, My Truth, My Way”
Verse 1
Jesus, the very tho’t of thee
With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far thy face to see,
And in thy presence rest.
Verse 2
Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the mem’ry find
A sweeter sound than thy blest name,
O Savior of mankind!
Verse 3
Oh, hope of ev’ry contrite heart!
Oh, joy of all the meek!
To those who fall, how kind thou art!
How good to those who seek.
Verse 4
And those who find thee, find a bliss
Nor tongue nor pen can show;
The love of Jesus, what it is
None but his loved ones know.
Verse 5
Jesus! our only joy be thou,
As thou our prize wilt be;
Jesus! be thou our glory now,
And through eternity.
James G. Deck·Modern
Verse 1
Jesus, thy name I love,
All other names above,
Jesus, my Lord!
Oh, thou art all to me!
Nothing to please I see,
Nothing apart from thee,
Jesus, my Lord!
Verse 2
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 3
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”
M. E. Servoss·Modern
Verse 1
Lift up the Gates of Praise,
That we may enter in,
And o’er salvation’s walls proclaim
That Christ redeems from sin.
Refrain
The stars may praise the hand
That decks the sky above,
But man alone can tell the pow’r
Of Christ’s redeeming love.
Verse 2
God’s works reveal his might,
His majesty and grace;
But not the tender Father’s love
That saves a dying race.
Verse 3
Then let the voice of praise
To heavenly courts ascend,
Till with the songs the angels sing
Our hallelujahs blend.
Verse 4
To him that hath redeemed
Our souls from sin’s dark maze;
The Hope and Savior of mankind,
Be everlasting praise.
M. E. Servoss, “Lift Up the Gates of Praise”
Ralph Wardlaw·Modern
Verse 1
Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose breath our souls inspired;
Loud, and more loud the anthem raise,
With grateful ardor fired.
Verse 2
Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose goodness, passing thought,
Loads every minute as it flies,
With benefits unsought.
Verse 3
Lift up to God the voice of praise
From whom salvation flows,
Who sent his Son, our souls to save
From everlasting woes.
Verse 4
Lift up to God the voice of praise,
For hope’s transporting ray,
Which lights, through darkest shades of death,
To realms of endless day.
Ralph Wardlaw, “Lift Up to God the Voice of Praise”
Oliver Wendell Holmes·Modern
Verse 1
Lord of all being, throned afar,
Thy glory flames from sun and star;
Centre and soul of every sphere,
Yet to each loving heart how near!
Verse 2
Sun of our life, Thy quickening ray
Sheds on our path the glow of day;
Star of our hope, Thy softened light
Cheers the long watches of the night.
Verse 3
Our midnight is Thy smile withdrawn;
Our noontide is Thy gracious dawn;
Our rainbow arch, Thy mercy’s sign;
All, save the clouds of sin, are Thine.
Verse 4
Lord of all life, below, above,
Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love,
Before Thy ever-blazing throne
We ask no lustre of our own.
Verse 5
Grant us Thy truth to make us free,
And kindling hearts that burn for Thee;
Till all Thy living altars claim
One holy light, one heavenly flame.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, “Lord of All Being, Throned Afar”
Oliver Wendell Holmes·Modern
Verse 1
Lord of all being! throned afar,
Thy glory flames from sun and star;
Center and soul of ev’ry sphere,
Yet to each loving heart how near!
Verse 2
Sun of our life! thy quick’ning ray
Sheds on our path the glow of day;
Star of our hope! thy softened light
Cheers the long watches of the night.
Verse 3
Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn;
Our noontide is thy gracious dawn;
Our rainbow arch thy mercy’s sign;
All, save the clouds of sin, are thine.
Verse 4
Grant us thy truth to make us free,
And kindling hearts that burnt for thee,
Till all thy living altars claim
One holy light, one heavenly flame.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, “Lord of All Being! Throned Afar”
Samuel Stennett·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Savior’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
Who fill the heavenly train.
Verse 3
He saw me plunged in deep distress,
And flew to my relief;
For me he bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.
Verse 4
To heaven, the place of his abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.
Samuel Stennett, “Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned”
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
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”
Ray Palmer·Modern
Verse 1
My faith looks up to thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary;
Savior 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,
Oh! 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 Savior! then, in love,
Fear and distrust remove;
Oh! bear me safe above,
A ransomed soul!
Ray Palmer, “My Faith Looks Up to Thee”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
My God! my King! thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song.
Verse 2
The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty, done for thee.
Verse 3
But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds;
Vast and unsearchable thy ways--
Vast and immortal be thy praise.
Isaac Watts, “My God! My King! Thy Various Praise”
B. Francis·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
My gracious Redeemer I love,
His praises aloud I’ll proclaim:
And join with the armies above,
To shout his adorable name.
To gaze on his glories divine
Shall be my eternal employ;
To see them incessantly shine,
My boundless, ineffable joy.
Verse 2
He freely redeemed with his blood
My soul from the confines of hell,
To live on the smiles of my God,
And in his sweet presence to dwell:--
To shine with the angels in light,
With saints and with seraphs to sing,
To view, with eternal delight,
My Jesus, my Savior, my King!
B. Francis, “My Gracious Redeemer I Love”
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.
Refrain
On Christ, the Solid Rock, I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand.
Verse 2
When darkness veils his lovely face,
I rest on his unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the vail.
Verse 3
His oath, his covenant, his blood,
Support me in the whelming flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.
Verse 4
When he shall come with trumpet sound.
O, may I then in him be found;
Dressed in his righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.
Edward Mote, “My Hope Is Built on Nothing Less”
William Cowper·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
My Savior, whom absent I love,
Whom, not having seen, I adore
Whose name is exalted above
All glory, dominion, and power,—
Dissolve thou these bands that detain
My soul from her portion in thee;
Ah! strike off this adamant chain,
And make me eternally free!
Verse 2
When that happy era begins,
When arrayed in thy glories I shine,
Nor grieve any more, by my sins,
The bosom on which I recline,
Oh! then shall the veil be removed,
And round me thy brightness be poured!
I shall meet him, whom absent I loved,
I shall see, whom unseen I adored.
Verse 3
And then, nevermore shall the fears,
The trials, temptations, and woes,
Which darken this valley of tears,
Intrude on my blissful repose;
To Jesus, the crown of my hope,
My soul is in haste to be gone;
Oh! bear me, ye cherubim, up,
And waft me away to his throne!
William Cowper, “My Savior, Whom Absent I Love”
O. Heigenbotham·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
My soul shall praise thee, O my God
Through all my mortal days,
And in eternity prolong
Thy vast, thy boundless praise.
Verse 2
In every smiling, happy hour,
Be this my sweet employ;
Thy praise refines my earthly bliss,
And heightens all my joy.
Verse 3
When anxious grief and gloomy care
Afflict my throbbing breast,
My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise,
And lull each pain to rest.
Verse 4
Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim
The honors of my God;
My life, with all its active powers,
Shall spread thy praise abroad.
Verse 5
And when these lips shall cease to move,
When death shall close these eyes,
My soul shall then to nobler heights
Of joy and transport rise.
O. Heigenbotham, “My Soul Shall Praise Thee, O My God”
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
Or if, on joyful wing,
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God! to thee,--
Nearer to thee.
Sarah F. Adams, “Nearer, My God, to Thee”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Now to the Lord, a noble song!
Awake, my soul! awake, my tongue,
Hosanna to th’ eternal name,
And all his boundless love proclaim.
Verse 2
See where it shines in Jesus’ face,--
The brightest image of his grace!
God, in the person of his Son,
Has all his mightiest works outdone.
Verse 3
Grace!--’tis a sweet, a charming theme;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus’ name:
Ye angels! dwell upon the sound;
Ye heavens! reflect it to the ground.
Verse 4
Oh! may I live to reach the place,
Where he unveils his lovely face,
Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold.
Isaac Watts, “Now to the Lord, a Noble Song!”
Bernard of Clairvaux·Medieval
Verse 1
Of him who did salvation bring,
I could forever think and sing;
Arise, ye needy, he’ll relieve;
Arise, ye guilty, he’ll forgive.
Verse 2
Ask but his grace, and lo, ’tis given!
Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven;
Though sin and sorrow wound my soul,
Jesus, thy balm will make me whole.
Verse 3
’Tis thee I love, for thee alone,
I shed my tears, and make my moan!
Where’er I am, where’er I move,
I meet the object of my love.
Verse 4
Insatiate to this spring I fly;
I drink, and yet am ever dry;
Ah! who against thy charms is proof?
Ah, who that loves can love enough?
Edward H. Bickersteth·Modern
Verse 1
O God, for ever blest,
To Thee all praise be given;
Thy Name Triune confest
By all in earth and heaven;
As heretofore it was, is now,
And shall be so for evermore.
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Oh, bless the Lord, my soul!
Let all within me join,
And aid my tongue to bless his name,
Whose favors are divine.
Verse 2
Oh, bless the Lord, my soul,
Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.
Verse 3
’Tis he forgives thy sins--
’Tis he relieves thy pain--
’Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,
And gives thee strength again.
Verse 4
He crowns thy life with love,
When ransomed from the grave;
He who redeemed my soul from hell,
Hath sovereign power to save.
Isaac Watts, “Oh, Bless the Lord, My Soul!”
Nahum Tate·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Oh, come, loud anthems let us sing,
Loud thanks to our Almighty King!
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation’s Rock we praise.
Verse 2
Into his presence let us haste,
To thank him for his favors past;
To him address, in joyful songs,
The praise that to his name belongs.
Verse 3
Oh, let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
Down on our knees, devoutly, all
Before the Lord, our Maker, fall.
Nahum Tate, “Oh, Come, Loud Anthems Let Us Sing”
Samuel Medley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Oh, could I speak the matchless worth,
Oh! could I sound the glories forth,
Which in my Savior shine!
I’d soar and touch the heav’nly 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 heav’nly 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 he, dear Lord! will bring me home,
And I shall see his face:
There, with my Savior, brother, friend,
A blessed eternity I’ll spend,
Triumphant in his grace.
Samuel Medley, “Oh, Could I Speak the Matchless Worth”
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Oh, for a thousand tongues, to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King
The triumphs of his grace.
Verse 2
My gracious Master, and my God,
Assist me to proclaim--
To spread, through all the earth abroad,
The honors of thy name.
Verse 3
Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
’Tis music in the sinner’s ears,
’Tis life, and health, and peace.
Verse 4
He breaks the power of canceled sin,
He sets the pris’ner free:
His blood can make the foulest clean--
His blood availed for me.
Verse 5
He speaks--and, list’ning to his voice
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.
Verse 6
Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Savior come;
And leap, ye lame, for joy.
Charles Wesley, “Oh, for a Thousand Tongues, to Sing”
John Anketell·Modern
Verse 1
O Holy Father, Holy Son,
And Holy Ghost, God Three in One,
While everlasting ages run,
All glory be to Thee.
Tate-Brady·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Oh, render thanks to God above,
The fountain of eternal love;
Whose mercy firm, through ages past,
Hath stood, and shall forever last.
Verse 2
Who can his mighty deeds express,
Not only vast—but numberless?
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of immortal praise?
Verse 3
Extend to me that favor, Lord,
Thou to thy chosen dost afford;
When thou return’st to set them free.
Let thy salvation visit me.
Andrew Reed·Modern
Verse 1
Oh, that I could forever dwell
Delighted at the Savior’s feet,
Behold the form I love so well,
And all his tender words repeat.
Verse 2
The world shut out from all my soul,
And heaven brought in with all its bliss,
Oh! is there aught, from pole to pole,
One moment to compare with this?
Verse 3
This is the hidden life I prize,
A life of penitential love,
When most my follies I despise,
And raise my highest thoughts above.
Verse 4
When all I am I clearly see,
And freely own with deepest shame;
When the Redeemer’s love to me
Kindles within a deathless flame.
Verse 5
Thus would I live till nature fail
And all my former sins forsake;
Then rise to God within the veil,
And of eternal joys partake.
Andrew Reed, “Oh, That I Could Forever Dwell”
Anonymous
Verse 1
Oh, when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with him above?
And drink the flowing fountain
Of everlasting love?
When shall I be delivered
From this vain world of sin?
And with my blessed Jesus
Drink endless pleasures in?
Verse 2
But now I am a soldier,
My Captain’s gone before;
He’s given me my orders,
And tells me not to fear;
And if I hold out faithful,
A crown of life he’ll give,
And all his valiant soldiers
Eternal life shall have.
Verse 3
Through grace I am determined
To conquer, though I die,
And then away to Jesus
On wings of love I’ll fly!
Farewell to sin and sorrow,
I bid them all adieu;
And you, my friends, prove faithful,
And on your way pursue.
Verse 4
Oh! do not be discouraged,
For Jesus is your friend;
And if you lack for knowledge,
He’ll not forget to lend:
Neither will he upbraid you,
Though often you request;
He’ll give you grace to conquer,
And take you home to rest.
Anonymous, “Oh, When Shall I See Jesus”
Frederick W. Faber·Modern
Verse 1
O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord!
Forgive me, if I say,
For very love, thy sacred name
A thousand times a day.
Verse 2
I love thee so, I know not how
My transports to control;
Thy love is like a burning fire
Within my very soul.
Verse 3
Oh, wonderful! that thou should’st let
So vile a heart as mine
Love thee with such a love as this,
And make so free with thine!
Verse 4
O Light in darkness, Joy in grief!
O Heaven begun on earth!
Jesus my Love, my Treasure! who
Can tell what thou art worth?
Verse 5
O Jesus, Jesus, sweetest Lord!
What art thou not to me?
Each hour brings joys before unknown,
Each day new liberty.
Frederick W. Faber, “O Jesus, Jesus, Dearest Lord!”
Joseph Swain·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
O thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight,
On whom in affliction I call;
My comfort by day, and my song in the night,
My hope, my salvation, my all.
Verse 2
Where dost thou at noon-tide resort with thy sheep,
To feed in the pastures of love?
And why in the valley of death should I weep,
Or alone in the wilderness rove?
Verse 3
O, why should I wander an alien from thee,
Or cry in the desert for bread?
Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see,
And smile at the tears I have shed.
Verse 4
He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,
And myriads wait for his word;
He speaks, and eternity, fill’d with his voice,
Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.
Joseph Swain, “O Thou, in Whose Presence My Soul Takes Delight”
Robert Grant·Modern
Verse 1
O worship the King, all-glorious above,
And gratefully sing his wonderful love;
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days,
Pavilioned in splendor and girdled with praise.
Verse 2
Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.
Verse 3
Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail;
Thy mercies, how tender! how firm to the end,
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!
Verse 4
Our Father and God, how faithful thy love!
While angels delight to hymn thee above,
The humbler creation, though feeble their lays.
With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise.
Thomas Ken·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Thomas Ken·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Thomas Ken·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
Thomas Ken, “Praise God, From Whom All Blessings Flow”
Alexander R. Thompson·Modern
Verse 1
Praise our glorious King and Lord,
Angels waiting on His word,
Saints that walk with Him in white,
Pilgrims walking in His light;
Glory to the Eternal One,
Glory to His Only Son,
Glory to the Spirit be,
Now, and through eternity.
Anonymous
Verse 1
Praise the Father, earth and heaven,
Praise the Son, the Spirit praise;
As it was, and is, be given
Glory through eternal days.
Josiah Conder·Modern
Verse 1
Praise the God of all creation,
Praise the Father’s boundless love;
Praise the Lamb, our Expiation,
Priest and King enthroned above;
Undivided adoration
To the One Jehovah give.
John Kempthorne·Modern
Verse 1
Praise the Lord, ye heavens! adore him;
Praise him, angels in the height!
Sun and moon! rejoice before him;
Praise him, all ye stars of light!
Verse 2
Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken;
Worlds his mighty voice obeyed;
Laws, which never shall be broken,
For their guidance he hath made.
Verse 3
Praise the Lord, for he is glorious;
Never shall his promise fail;
God hath made his saints victorious;
Sin and death shall not prevail.
Verse 4
Praise the God of our salvation,
Hosts on high! his power proclaim
Heaven and earth, and all creation!
Laud and magnify his name.
John Kempthorne, “Praise the Lord, Ye Heavens! Adore Him”
Anonymous
Verse 1
Praise the Name of God Most High,
Praise Him, all below the sky,
Praise Him, all ye heavenly host,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost;
As through countless ages past,
Evermore His praise shall last.
J. W. Fawcett
Verse 1
Praise to thee, thou great Creator!
Praise to thee from ev’ry tongue;
Join, my soul, with ev’ry creature,
Join the universal song.
Refrain
Glory to the Father and the Son,
Glory to the Spirit! three in one!
Let us praise him, let us praise him, let us praise him to-day,
And sing his loving kindness on our way.
Verse 2
Father! source of all compassion!
Pure, unbounded grace is thine;
Hail the Lord of our salvation!
Praise him for his love divine.
Verse 3
For ten thousand blessings given,
For the hope of future joy,
Sound his praise thro’ earth and heaven,
Sound Jehovah’s praise on high.
Verse 4
Praise to God, our great Creator!
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost;
Praise him, ev’ry living creature,
Earth and heav’n’s united host.
J. W. Fawcett, “Praise to Thee, Thou Great Creator!”
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
Rejoice and be glad the Redeemer has come!
Go look on his cradle, his cross and his tomb.
Refrain
Sound his praises, tell the story,
Of him who was slain,
Sound his praises, tell with gladness,
He liveth again.
Verse 2
Rejoice and be glad: for the blood has been shed;
Redemption is finished, the price has been paid.
Verse 3
Rejoice and be glad: for the Lamb that was slain,
O’er death is triumphant, and liveth again.
Verse 4
Rejoice and be glad: for our King is on high;
He pleadeth for us on his throne in the sky.
Verse 5
Rejoice and be glad: for he cometh again--
He cometh in glory, the Lamb that was slain.
Horatius Bonar, “Rejoice and Be Glad the Redeemer Has Come!”
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
Rejoice and be glad! The Redeemer has come!
Go look on His cradle, His cross, and His tomb.
Refrain
Sound His praises, tell the story
Of Him who was slain;
Sound His praises, tell with gladness,
He liveth again.
Verse 2
Rejoice and be glad! It is sunshine at last!
The clouds have departed, the shadows are past.
Fanny J. Crosby·Modern
Verse 1
Savior, more than life to me,
I am clinging, clinging close to thee;
Let thy precious blood applied,
Keep me ever, ever near thy side.
Refrain
Every day, every hour,
Let me feel thy cleansing power;
May thy tender love to me;
Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to thee.
Verse 2
Thro’ this changing world below,
Lead me gently, gently as I go;
Trusting thee, I cannot stray,
I can never, never lose my way.
Verse 3
Let me love thee more and more,
Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o’er;
Till my soul is lost in love,
In a brighter, brighter world above.
Fanny J. Crosby, “Savior, More Than Life to Me”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Sing to the Lord Jehovah’s name,
And in his strength rejoice;
When his salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.
Verse 2
With thanks approach his awful sight,
And psalms of honor sing;
The Lord’s a God of boundless might—
The whole creation’s King.
Verse 3
Come, and with humble souls adore;
Come, kneel before his face;
Oh, may the creatures of his power
Be children of his grace.
Verse 4
Now is the time—he bends his ear,
And waits for your request;
Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear,
“Ye shall not see my rest.”
Isaac Watts, “Sing to the Lord Jehovah's Name”
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Sing we to our God above
Praise eternal as His love;
Praise Him, all ye heavenly host,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Verse 1
So tender, so precious.
My Savior to me;
So true, and so gracious,
I’ve found him to be.
Refrain
How can I but love him?
But love him, but love him?
There’s no friend above him,
Poor sinner, for thee.
Verse 2
So patient, so kindly
Toward all of my ways;
I blunder so blindly,
He love still repays.
Verse 3
Of all friends the fairest
And truest is he;
His love is the rarest,
That ever can be.
Verse 4
His beauty, tho’ bleeding
And circled with thorns,
Is then most exceeding;
For grief him adorns.
James Montgomery·Modern
Verse 1
Stand up, and bless the Lord,
Ye people of his choice!
Stand up, and bless the Lord, your God,.
With heart, and soul, and voice.
Verse 2
Though high above all praise,
Above all blessing high,
Who would not fear his holy name,
And laud and magnify?
Verse 3
Oh, for the living flame
From his own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our minds inspire,
And wing to heaven our thought!
Verse 4
God is our strength and song,
And his salvation ours;
Then be his love in Christ proclaimed,
With all our ransomed powers.
James Montgomery, “Stand Up, and Bless the Lord”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Sweet is the work, my God, my King,
To praise Thy Name, give thanks, and sing;
To show Thy love by morning light,
And tell of all Thy truth at night.
Verse 2
Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal care shall seize my breast;
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David’s harp of solemn sound.
Verse 3
My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless His works, and bless His word:
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep Thy counsels, how Divine!
Verse 4
But I shall share a glorious part
When grace hath well refined my heart,
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil to cheer my head.
Verse 5
Then shall I see, and hear, and know,
All I desired or wished below;
And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.
Isaac Watts, “Sweet Is the Work, My God, My King”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Sweet is the work, my God! my King!
To praise thy name, give thanks and sing;
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.
Verse 2
Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal care shall seize my breast;
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David’s harp of solemn sound.
Verse 3
My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word;
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep thy counsels! how divine!
Isaac Watts, “Sweet Is the Work, My God! My King!”
James Montgomery·Modern
Verse 1
Thank and praise Jehovah’s name;
For his mercies, firm and sure,
From eternity the same
To eternity endure.
Verse 2
Let the ransomed thus rejoice,
Gathered out of every land;
As the people of his choice,
Plucked from the destroyer’s hand.
Verse 3
Praise him, ye who know his love;
Praise him from the depths beneath;
Praise him in the heights above;
Praise your Maker all that breathe.
Verse 4
For his truth and mercy stand,
Past, and present, and to be,
Like the years of his right hand—
Like his own eternity.
James Montgomery, “Thank and Praise Jehovah's Name”
Edwin F. Hatfield·Modern
Verse 1
Thee, Father, Spirit, Son,
We joyfully adore;
We bless the Eternal Three in One,
Who reigns for evermore:
Thou glorious Trinity,
By earth and heaven adored,
We glorify Thee,
The universal Lord.
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
The God of mercy be adored,
Who calls our souls from death,
Who saves by His redeeming Word
And new-creating Breath;
To praise the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit all-Divine,
The One in Three, and Three in One,
Let saints and angels join.
Frederick Whitfield·Modern
Verse 1
There is a name I love to hear,
I love to sing its worth;
It sounds like music in mine ear,
The sweetest name on earth.
Refrain
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Because he first loved me.
Verse 2
It tells me of a Savior’s love,
Who died to set me free;
It tells me of his precious blood,
The sinner’s perfect plea.
Verse 3
It tells me what my Father hath
In store for every day,
And, though I tread a darksome path,
Yields sunshine all the way.
Verse 4
It tells of One, whose loving heart
Can feel my deepest woe,
Who in each sorrow bears a part,
That none can bear below.
Frederick Whitfield·Modern
Verse 1
There is a name I love to hear,
I love to sing its worth;
It sounds like music in mine ear,
The sweetest name on earth.
Refrain
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Because he first loved me.
Verse 2
It tells me of a Savior’s love,
Who died to set me free;
It tells me of his precious blood,
The sinner’s perfect plea.
Verse 3
It tells me what my Father hath
In store for every day,
And, though I tread a darksome path,
Yields sunshine all the way.
Verse 4
It tells of One, whose loving heart
Can feel my deepest woe,
Who in each sorrow bears a part,
That none can bear below.
Frederick Whitfield, “There Is a Name I Love to Hear”
Anonymous
Verse 1
To Father, and to Son,
And Holy Ghost, to Thee,
Eternal Three in One,
Eternal praises be.
John Anketell·Modern
Verse 1
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Our God for ever Three in One,
Be praise from men and angel host,
While ages run.
Tate and Brady's New Version, 1696, 1698·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore,
Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.
Simon Browne, 1720: alt.·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
To Father, Son, and Spirit, ever blest,
Eternal praise and worship be addrest;
From age to age, ye saints, His Name adore,
And spread His fame, till time shall be no more.
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be honor, praise, and glory given
By all on earth and all in heaven.
Isaac Watts (first 4 lines)·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be honor, praise, and glory given,
By all on earth, and all in heaven;
As was through ages heretofore,
Is now, and shall be evermore.
Edwin F. Hatfield·Modern
Verse 1
To God the Father, Son,
And Spirit, Three in One,
All praise be given:
Crown Him in every song,
To Him your hearts belong,
Let all His praise prolong
On earth, in heaven.
Thomas Haweis·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
To thee, my God and Savior!
My heart exulting sings,
Rejoicing in thy favor,
Almighty King of kings!
I’ll celebrate thy glory,
With all thy saints above,
And tell the joyful story
Of thy redeeming love.
Verse 2
Soon as the morn with roses
Bedecks the dewy east,
And when the sun reposes
Upon the ocean’s breast;
My voice, in supplication,
Well-pleased thou shalt hear:
Oh! grant me thy salvation,
And to my soul draw near.
Verse 3
By thee, through life supported,
I pass the dangerous road,
With heavenly hosts escorted,
Up to their bright abode;
There, cast my crown before thee.--
Now, all my conflicts o’er,--
And day and night adore thee:--
What can an angel more?
Thomas Haweis, “To Thee, My God and Savior!”
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
We give Thee glory, Lord,
Thy majesty adore;
Thee, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
We bless for evermore.
William P. Mackay·Modern
Verse 1
We praise Thee, O God! for the Son of Thy love,
For Jesus who died, and is now gone above.
Refrain
Hallelujah! Thine the glory,
Hallelujah! Amen.
Hallelujah! Thine the glory,
Revive us again.
Verse 2
We praise Thee, O God! for Thy Spirit of light,
Who has shown us our Saviour, and scattered our night.
Verse 3
All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain,
Who hath borne all our sins, and hath cleansed every stain.
Verse 4
All glory and praise to the God of all grace,
Who has bought us, and sought us, and guided our ways.
Verse 5
Revive us again; fill each heart with Thy love;
May each soul be rekindled with fire from above.
William P. Mackay·Modern
Verse 1
We praise thee, O God! for the Son of thy love,
For Jesus who died, and is now gone above.
Refrain
Hallelujah! thine the glory,
Hallelujah! Amen.
Hallelujah! thine the glory,
Revive us again.
Verse 2
We praise thee, O God! for thy Spirit of light,
Who has shown us our Savior, and scattered our night.
Verse 3
All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain,
Who has borne all our sins, and has cleansed ev’ry stain.
Verse 4
All glory and praise to the God of all grace,
Who has bought us, and sought us, and guided our ways.
Verse 5
Revive us again; fill each heart with thy love;
May each soul be rekindled with fire from above.
William P. Mackay, “We Praise Thee, O God! for the Son of Thy Love”
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim,
And publish abroad his wonderful name.
The name, all-victorious, of Jesus extol;
His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all.
Verse 2
God ruleth on high, almighty to save;
And still he is nigh, his presence we have;
The great congregation his triumph shall sing,
Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King.
Verse 3
“Salvation to God, who sits on the throne,”
Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son;
Our Savior’s high praises the angels proclaim,--
Fall down on their faces, and worship the Lamb.
Charles Wesley, “Ye Servants of God, Your Master Proclaim”