How Great Thou Art

    Stuart K. Hine

    Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder
    Consider all the works thy hand hath made,
    I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder,
    Thy power throughout the universe displayed;

    Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee,
    How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
    Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee,
    How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

    When through the woods and forest glades I wander
    and hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;
    when I look down from lofty mountain grandeur,
    and hear the brook, and feel he gentle breeze;

    And when I think that God his son not sparing,
    Sent him to die - I scarce can take it in,
    That on the cross my burden gladly bearing,
    He bled and died to take away my sin:

    Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee,
    How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
    Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee,
    How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

    How Sweet The Hour Of Closing Day

    William H. Bathurst

    How sweet the hour of closing day,
    When all is peaceful and serene,
    And when the sun, with cloudless ray,
    Sheds mellow luster o'er the scene!

    Such is the Christian's parting hour;
    So peacefully he sinks to rest,
    When faith, endued from Heav'n with power,
    Sustains and cheers his languid breast.

    Mark but that radiance of his eye,
    That smile upon his wasted cheek;
    They tell us of his glory nigh,
    In language that no tongue can speak.

    A beam from Heav'n is sent to cheer
    The pilgrim on his gloomy road;
    And angels are attending near,
    To bear him to their bright abode.

    Who would not wish to die like those
    Whom God's own Spirit deigns to bless?
    To sink into that soft repose,
    Then wake to perfect happiness?

    How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds

    John Newton

    How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds
    In a believer's ear!
    It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
    And drives away his fear.

    It makes the wounded spirit whole,
    And calms the troubled breast;
    'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
    And to the weary, rest.

    Dear Name, the Rock on which I build,
    My Shield and Hiding Place,
    My never failing treasury, filled
    With boundless stores of grace!

    By Thee my prayers acceptance gain,
    Although with sin defiled;
    Satan accuses me in vain,
    And I am owned a child.

    Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,
    O Prophet, Priest and King,
    My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
    Accept the praise I bring.

    Weak is the effort of my heart,
    And cold my warmest thought;
    But when I see Thee as Thou art,
    I'll praise Thee as I ought.

    Till then I would Thy love proclaim
    With every fleeting breath,
    And may the music of Thy Name
    Refresh my soul in death!

    Hush Blessed Are The Dead

    Edward H. Bickersteth, Jr.

    Hush! blessed are the dead
    In Jesus' arms who rest,
    And lean their weary head
    Forever on His breast.

    O beatific sight!
    No darkling veil between,
    They see the Light of Light,
    Whom here they loved unseen.

    Them the Good Shepherd leads,
    Where storms are never rife,
    In tranquil dewy meads
    Beside the Fount of Life.

    O tender hearts and true,
    Our long last vigil kept,
    We weep and mourn for you;
    Nor blame us: Jesus wept.

    But soon at break of day
    His calm almighty voice,
    Stronger than death, shall say,
    Awake! Arise! Rejoice!

    Hymn Of Promise

    Natalie A. Sleeth

    In the bulb there is a flower; in the seed, an apple tree;
    In cocoons, a hidden promise: butterflies will soon be free!
    In the cold and snow of winter there's a spring that waits to be,
    Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.

    There's a song in every silence, seeking word and melody;
    There's a dawn in every darkness, bringing hope to you and me.
    From the past will come the future; what it holds, a mystery,
    Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.

    In our end is our beginning; in our time, infinity;
    In our doubt there is believing; in our life, eternity,
    In our death, a resurrection; at the last, a victory,
    Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.

    I Am The Bread Of Life

    Suzanne Toolan

    I am the Bread of life,
    He who comes to Me shall not hunger,
    He who believes in Me shall not thirst.
    No one can come to Me
    Unless the Father draw him.

    And I will raise him up,
    And I will raise him up,
    And I will raise him up on the last day.

    The bread that I will give
    Is My flesh for the life of the world,
    And he who eats of this bread,
    He shall live for ever,
    He shall live for ever.


    Unless you eat
    Of the flesh of the Son of Man
    And drink of His blood,
    And drink of His blood,
    You shall not have life within you.


    I am the Resurrection,
    I am the Life,
    He who believes in Me
    Even if he die,
    He shall live for ever.


    Yes, Lord, we believe
    That You are the Christ,
    The Son of God
    Who has come
    Into the world.


    I Call The Worlds Redeemer Mine

    John & Charles Wesley

    I call the world's Redeemer mine;
    He lives Who died for me, I know;
    Who bought my soul with blood divine,
    Jesus, shall re-appear below,
    Stand in that dreadful day unknown,
    And fix on earth His heavenly throne.

    Then the last judgment-day shall come;
    And though the worms this skin devour,
    The Judge shall call me from the tomb,
    Shall bid the greedy grave restore,
    And raise this individual me,
    God in the flesh, my God, to see.

    In this identic body I,
    With eyes of flesh refined, restored,
    Shall see that self-same Savior nigh.
    See for myself my smiling Lord,
    See with ineffable delight;
    Nor faint to hear the glorious sight.

    Then let the worms demand their prey,
    The greedy grave my reins consume;
    With joy I drop my mouldering clay,
    And rest till my Redeemer come;
    On Christ, my Life, in death rely,
    Secure that I can never die.

    I Come To The Garden Alone

    C. Austin Miles

    I come to the garden alone
    While the dew is still on the roses
    And the voice I hear falling on my ear
    The Son of God discloses.


    And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
    And He tells me I am His own;
    And the joy we share as we tarry there,
    None other has ever known.

    He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
    Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
    And the melody that He gave to me
    Within my heart is ringing.

    Id stay in the garden with Him
    Though the night around me be falling,
    But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
    His voice to me is calling.

    If Death My Friend And Me Divide

    Charles Wesley

    If death my friend and me divide,
    Thou dost not, Lord, my sorrow chide,
    Or frown my tears to see;
    Restrained from passionate excess,
    Thou bidst me mourn in calm distress
    For them that rest in Thee.

    I feel a strong immortal hope,
    Which bears my mournful spirit up
    Beneath its mountain load;
    Redeemed from death, and grief, and pain,
    I soon shall find my friend again
    Within the arms of God.

    Pass a few fleeting moments more
    And death the blessing shall restore
    Which death has snatched away;
    For me Thou wilt the summons send,
    And give me back my parted friend
    In that eternal day.

    I Heard The Voice Of Jesus Say

    Horatius Bonar

    I heard the voice of Jesus say, "Come unto Me and rest;
    Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast."
    I came to Jesus as I was, weary and worn and sad;
    I found in Him a resting place, and He has made me glad.

    I heard the voice of Jesus say, "Behold, I freely give
    The living water; thirsty one, stoop down, and drink, and live."
    I came to Jesus, and I drank of that life giving stream;
    My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, and now I live in Him.

    I heard the voice of Jesus say, "I am this dark world's Light;
    Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, and all thy day be bright."
    I looked to Jesus, and I found in Him my Star, my Sun;
    And in that light of life I'll walk, till traveling days are done.

    I Know Not The Hour

    Philip P. Bliss

    I know not the hour when my Lord will come
    To take me away to His own dear home;
    But I know that His presence will lighten the gloom,
    And that will be glory for me.
    And that will be glory for me,
    Oh, that will be glory for me!
    But I know that His presence will lighten the gloom,
    And that will be glory for me.

    I know not the song that the angels sing,
    I know not the sound of the harps' glad ring;
    But I know there'll be mention of Jesus our King,
    And that will be music for me.
    And that will be music for me,
    Oh, that will be music for me!
    But I know there'll be mention of Jesus our King,
    And that will be music for me.

    I know not the form of my mansion fair,
    I know not the name that I then shall bear;
    But I know that my Savior will welcome me there,
    And that will be Heaven for me.
    And that will be Heaven for me,
    Oh, that will be Heaven for me.
    But I know that my Savior will welcome me there,
    And that will be Heaven for me.

    Immortal Invisible God Only Wise

    Walter C. Smith

    Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
    In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
    Most bless'd, most glorious, the ancient of days,
    Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise.

    Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,
    Nor wanting, nor wasting, Thou rulest in might;
    Thy justice, like mountains, high soaring above
    Thy clouds, which are fountains of goodness and love.

    To all, life Thou givest, to both great and small;
    In all life Thou livest, the true life of all;
    We blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree,
    And wither and perish-but naught changeth Thee.

    Great Father of glory, pure Father of light,
    Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight;
    But of all Thy rich graces this grace, Lord, impart
    Take the veil from our faces, the vile from our heart.

    All laud we would render; O help us to see
    'Tis only the splendour of light hideth Thee,
    And so let Thy glory, Almighty, impart,
    Through Christ in His story, Thy Christ to the heart.

    In Age And Feebleness Extreme

    Charles Wesley

    In age and feebleness extreme,
    Who shall a helpless worm redeem?
    Jesus, my only hope Thou art,
    Strength of my failing flesh and heart:
    O could I catch one smile from Thee,
    And drop into eternity!

    In Heavenly Love Abiding

    Anna L. Waring

    In heavenly love abiding, no change my heart shall fear.
    And safe in such confiding, for nothing changes here.
    The storm may roar without me, my heart may low be laid,
    But God is round about me, and can I be dismayed?

    Wherever He may guide me, no want shall turn me back.
    My Shepherd is beside me, and nothing can I lack.
    His wisdom ever waking, His sight is never dim.
    He knows the way He's taking, and I will walk with Him.

    Green pastures are before me, which yet I have not seen.
    Bright skies will soon be over me, where darkest clouds have been.
    My hope I cannot measure, my path to life is free.
    My Savior has my treasure, and He will walk with me.

    In Our Day Of Thanksgiving

    William Henry Draper

    In our day of thanksgiving one psalm let us offer
    For the saints who before us have found their reward;
    When the shadow of death fell upon them, we sorrowed,
    But now we rejoice that they rest in the Lord.

    In the morning of life, and at noon, and at even,
    He called them away from our worship below;
    But not till His love, at the font and the altar,
    Had girt them with grace for the way they should go.

    These stones that have echoed their praises are holy,
    And dear is the ground where their feet have once trod;
    Yet here they confessed they were strangers and pilgrims,
    And still they were seeking the city of God.

    Sing praise, then, for all who here sought and here found Him,
    Whose journey is ended, whose perils are past;
    They believed in the Light; and its glory is round them,
    Where the clouds of earth's sorrows are lifted at last.

    In The Twinkling Of An Eye

    Fanny Crosby

    When the trump of the great archangel
    Its mighty tones shall sound,
    And, the end of the age proclaiming,
    Shall pierce the depths profound;
    When the Son of Man shall come in His glory
    To take the saints on high,
    What a shouting in the skies from the multitudes that rise,
    Changed in the twinkling of an eye.


    Changed in the twinkling of an eye,
    Changed in the twinkling of an eye,
    The trumpet shall sound, the dead shall be raised,
    Changed in the twinkling of an eye.

    When He comes in the clouds descending,
    And they who loved Him here,
    From their graves shall awake and praise Him
    With joy and not with fear;
    When the body and the soul are united,
    And clothed no more to die,
    What a shouting there will be when each other's face we see,
    Changed in the twinkling of an eye.


    O the seed that was sown in weakness
    Shall then be raised in pow'r
    And the songs of the blood bought millions
    Shall hail that blissful hour;
    When we gather safely home in the morning,
    And night's dark shadows fly,
    What a shouting on the shore when we meet to part no more,
    Changed in the twinkling of an eye.


    It Is Well With My Soul

    Horatio Spafford

    When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
    When sorrows like sea billows roll;
    Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
    It is well, it is well, with my soul.


    It is well, with my soul,
    It is well, with my soul,
    It is well, it is well, with my soul.

    My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
    My sin, not in part but the whole,
    Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
    Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

    For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
    If Jordan above me shall roll,
    No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
    Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

    But, Lord, tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
    The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
    Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
    Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!

    I Vow To Thee My Country

    Cecil A. Spring-Rice

    I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above,
    Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love:
    The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,
    That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;
    The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
    The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.

    And there's another country, I've heard of long ago,
    Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
    We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
    Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
    And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
    And her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace.


    William Blake

    And did those feet in ancient time
    Walk upon England's mountain green?
    And was the holy Lamb of God
    On England's pleasant pastures seen?
    And did the countenance divine
    Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
    And was Jerusalem builded here
    Among those dark satanic mills?

    Bring me my bow of burning gold!
    Bring me my arrows of desire!
    Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
    Bring me my chariot of fire!
    I will not cease from mental fight,
    Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
    Till we have built Jerusalem
    In England's green and pleasant land.

    Jesu Name All Names Above

    Theoktistus of the Studium

    Jesu! Name all names above,
    Jesu, best and dearest,
    Jesu, fount of perfect love,
    Holiest, tenderest, nearest;
    Jesu, source of grace completest,
    Jesu purest, Jesu sweetest,
    Jesu well of power divine,
    Make me, keep me, seal me Thine.

    Jesu, open me the gate,
    That the robber entered,
    Who in that most lost estate
    Wholly on Thee ventured.
    Thou Whose wounds are ever pleading,
    And Thy passion interceding,
    From my misery let me rise
    To a home in paradise.

    Jesu, crowned with thorns for me,
    Scourged for my transgression,
    Witnessing through agony,
    That Thy good confession;
    Jesu, clad in purple raiment,
    For my evil making payment,
    Let not all Thy woe and pain,
    Let not Calv'ry be in vain.

    When I reach death's bitter sea,
    And its waves mount higher,
    Earthly help forsaking me
    As the storm draws nigher,
    Jesu, leave me not to languish
    Helpless, homeless, full of anguish;
    Jesu, let me hear Thee say,
    "Thou shalt be with Me today."

With Grace