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.

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!

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.

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!

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!

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!

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!

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.

CHO.--Every day, every hour,

Let me feel thy cleansing power;

May thy tender love to me;

Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to thee.

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.

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.

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!

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!

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

We praise thee, O God! for the Son of thy love,

For Jesus who died, and is now gone above.

CHO.--Hallelujah! thine the glory,

Hallelujah! Amen.

Hallelujah! thine the glory,

Revive us again.

2 We praise thee, O God! for thy Spirit of light,

Who has shown us our Savior, and scattered our night.

3 All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain,

Who has borne all our sins, and has cleansed ev'ry stain.

4 All glory and praise to the God of all grace,

Who has bought us, and sought us, and guided our ways.

5 Revive us again; fill each heart with thy love;

May each soul be rekindled with fire from above.

Rejoice and be glad the Redeemer has come!

Go look on his cradle, his cross and his tomb.

CHO.--Sound his praises, tell the story,

Of him who was slain,

Sound his praises, tell with gladness,

He liveth again.

2 Rejoice and be glad: for the blood has been shed;

Redemption is finished, the price has been paid.

3 Rejoice and be glad: for the Lamb that was slain,

O'er death is triumphant, and liveth again.

4 Rejoice and be glad: for our King is on high;

He pleadeth for us on his throne in the sky.

5 Rejoice and be glad: for he cometh again--

He cometh in glory, the Lamb that was slain.

I hear thy welcome voice

That calls me, Lord, to thee

For cleansing in thy precious blood

That flowed on Calvary.

CHO.--I am coming, Lord!

Coming now to thee!

Wash me, cleanse me, in the blood

That flowed on Calvary.

2 Tho' coming weak and vile,

Thou dost my strength assure;

Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse,

Till spotless all and pure.

3 'Tis Jesus calls me on

To perfect faith and love,

To perfect hope, and peace, and trust,

For earth and heaven above.

4 'Tis Jesus who confirms

The blessed work within,

By adding grace to welcomed grace,

Where reigned the power of sin.

6 And he the witness gives

To loyal hearts and free,

That every promise is fulfilled,

If faith but brings the plea.

6 All hail, atoning blood!

All hail, redeeming grace!

All hail, the gift of Christ, our Lord,

Our strength and righteousness!

Jesus, my truth, my way,

My sure, unerring light,

On thee my feeble steps I stay,

Which thou wilt guide aright.

2 My wisdom and my guide,

My counselor thou art;

Oh, never let me leave thy side,

Or from thy paths depart.

3 Never will I remove

Out of thy hands my cause;

But rest in thy redeeming love,

And hang upon thy cross.

4 Oh, make me all like thee,

Before I hence remove;

Settle, confirm, and 'stablish me--

And build me up in love.

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!

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!

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!

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!

Of him who did salvation bring,

I could forever think and sing;

Arise, ye needy, he'll relieve;

Arise, ye guilty, he'll forgive.

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.

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.

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?

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.

CHO.--On Christ, the Solid Rock, I stand,

All other ground is sinking sand.

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.

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.

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.

So tender, so precious.

My Savior to me;

So true, and so gracious,

I've found him to be.

REF.--How can I but love him?

But love him, but love him?

There's no friend above him,

Poor sinner, for thee.

2 So patient, so kindly

Toward all of my ways;

I blunder so blindly,

He love still repays.

3 Of all friends the fairest

And truest is he;

His love is the rarest,

That ever can be.

4 His beauty, tho' bleeding

And circled with thorns,

Is then most exceeding;

For grief him adorns.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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!

I need thee ev'ry hour,

Most gracious Lord;

No tender voice like thine

Can peace afford.

CHO.--I need thee, oh, I need thee,

Ev'ry hour I need thee;

Oh, bless me now, my Savior

I come to thee.

2 I need thee ev'ry hour;

Stay thou near by;

Temptations lose their power

When thou art nigh.

3 I need thee ev'ry hour,

In joy or pain;

Come quickly and abide,

Or life is vain.

4 I need thee ev'ry hour;

Teach me thy will;

And thy rich promises

In me fulfill.

5 I need thee ev'ry hour,

Most Holy One;

Oh, make me thine indeed,

Thou blessed Son.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

CHO.--Glory to his name,

Glory to his name,

There to my heart was the blood applied,

Glory to his name.

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.

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.

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.

Oh, for a closer walk with God!

A calm and heavenly frame!

A light to shine upon the road

That leads me to the Lamb!

2 Where is the blessedness I knew

When first I saw the Lord?

Where is the soul-refreshing view

Of Jesus and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I then enjoyed!

How sweet their memory still!

But now I find an aching void

The world can never fill.

4 Return, oh, holy Dove, return,

Sweet messenger of rest;

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,

And drove thee from, my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,

Whatever that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,

And worship only thee.

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.

Oh, 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;--

2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek,

My great Redeemer's throne,

Where only Christ is heard to speak,

Where Jesus reigns alone.

3 Oh, for a lowly, contrite heart,

Believing, true, and clean,

Which neither life nor death can part

From him that dwells within;--

4 A heart in every thought renewed,

And full of love divine;

Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,

A copy, Lord, of thine.

5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;

Come quickly from above;

Write thy new name upon my heart--

Thy new, best name of Love.

Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,

That saved a wretch like me!

I once was lost, but now am found,

Was blind, but now I see.

2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,

And grace my fears relieved:

How precious did that grace appear,

The hour I first believed!

3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares

I have already come;

'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,

And grace will lead me home.

4 The Lord has promised good to me,

His word my hope secures;

He will my shield and portion be,

As long as life endures.

We bless thee for thy peace, O God

Deep as the soundless sea,

Which falls like sunshine on the road

Of those who trust in thee.

2 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;--

3 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.

4 Such, Father! give our hearts such peace,

Whate'er the outward be,

Till all life's discipline shall cease,

And we go home to thee.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,

"Come unto me and rest;

Lay down, thou weary one, lay down

Thy head upon my breast."

2 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.

3 I heard the voice of Jesus say

"Behold! I freely give

The living water; thirsty one!

Stoop down, and drink, and live."

4 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.

5 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."

6 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.

How gentle God's commands!

How kind his precepts are!

Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,

And trust his constant care.

2 His bounty will provide;

His saints securely dwell;

That hand which bears creation up,

Shall guard his children well.

3 Why should this anxious load

Press down your weary mind?

Oh, seek your heavenly Father's throne,

And peace and comfort find.

4 His Goodness Stands approved,

Unchanged from day to day;

I'll drop my burden at his feet,

And bear a song away.

Grace! 'tis a charming sound

Harmonious to the ear!

Heaven with the echo shall resound,

And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contrived a way

To save rebellious man;

And all the steps that grace display,

Which drew the wondrous plan.

3 Grace led my roving feet

To tread the heavenly road;

And new supplies each hour I meet

While pressing on to God.

4 Grace all the work shall crown,

Through everlasting days;

It lays in heaven the topmost stone;

And well deserves the praise.

Behold what wondrous grace

The Father has bestowed

On sinners of a mortal race,

To call them sons of God!

2 Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made;

But when we see our Savior there,

We shall be like our Head.

3 A hope so much divine

May trials well endure,

May purge our souls from sense and sin,

As Christ the Lord is pure.

4 If in my Father's love

I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,

To rest upon my heart.

5 We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne;

Our faith shall Abba, Father! cry

And thou the kindred own.

Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing,

Tune my heart to sing thy grace;

Streams of mercy never ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest praise.

Teach me some melodious sonnet,

Sung by flaming tongues above;

Praise the mount--I'm fixed upon it,

Mount of thy redeeming love.

2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer,

Hither by thy help I'm come;

And I hope by thy good pleasure,

Safely to arrive at home.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,

Wand'ring from the fold of God,

He, to rescue me from danger,

Interposed his precious blood.

3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor

Daily I'm constrained to be!

Let thy goodness, like a fetter,

Bind my wand'ring heart to thee.

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;

Prone to leave the God I love--

Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it;

Seal it for thy courts above.

The pity of the Lord,

To those that fear his name,

Is such as tender parents feel;

He knows our feeble frame.

2 He knows we are but dust,

Scattered with ev'ry breath;

His anger, like a rising wind,

Can send us swift to death.

3 Our days are as the grass,

Or like the morning flow'r;

If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,

It withers in an hour.

4 But thy compassions, Lord,

To endless years endure;

And children's children ever find

Thy words of promise sure.

Jesus, Lover of my soul,

Let me to thy bosom fly,

While the nearer waters roll,

While the tempest still is high!

Hide me, O my Savior, hide,

Till the storm of life is past;

Safe into the haven guide,

O receive my soul at last!

2 Other refuge have I none;

Hangs my helpless soul on thee:

Leave, O, leave me not alone,

Still support and comfort me:

All my trust on thee is stayed,

All my help from thee I bring;

Cover my defenseless head

With the shadow of thy wing!

3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;

More than all in thee I find;

Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind.

Just and holy is thy name,

I am all unrighteousness:

False and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.

4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,

Grace to cover all my sin:

Let the healing streams abound:

Make and keep me pure within.

Thou of life the fountain art,

Freely let me take of thee:

Spring thou up within my heart,

Rise to all eternity.

Jesus, Savior, pilot me,

Over life's tempestuous sea;

Unknown waves before me roll,

Hiding rock and treach'rous shoal;

Chart and compass come from thee;

Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

2 As a mother stills her child,

Thou canst hush the ocean wild;

Boist'rous waves obey thy will,

When thou say'st to them "Be still!"

Wondrous Sov'reign of the sea,

Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

3 When at last I near the shore,

And the fearful breakers roar

'Twixt me and the peaceful rest,

Then, while leaning on thy breast,

May I hear thee say to me,

"Fear not, I will pilot thee!"

Savior! teach me, day by day,

Love's sweet lesson to obey;

Sweeter lesson cannot be,

Loving him who first loved me.

2 With a child-like heart of love,

At thy bidding may I move;

Prompt to serve and follow thee,

Loving him who first loved me.

3 Teach me all thy steps to trace,

Strong to follow in thy grace;

Learning how to love from thee,

Loving him who first loved me.

4 Love in loving finds employ--

In obedience all her joy;

Ever new that joy will be,

Loving him who first loved me.

O Lord, how full of sweet content

Our years of pilgrimage are spent!

Where'er we dwell, we dwell with thee,

In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.

2 To us remains nor place nor time;

Our country is in every clime:

We can be calm and free from care

On any shore, since God is there.

3 While place we seek, or place we shun,

The soul finds happiness in none;

But with our God to guide our way,

'Tis equal joy to go or stay.

4 Could we be cast where thou art not,

That were indeed a dreadful lot;

But regions none remote we call,

Secure of finding God in all.

Complete in thee! no work of mine

May take, dear Lord, the place of thine;

Thy blood has pardon bought for me,

And I am now complete in thee.

2 Complete in thee--no more shall sin

Thy grace has conquered, reign within;

Thy voice will bid the tempter flee,

And I shall stand complete in thee.

3 Complete in thee--each want supplied,

And no good thing to me denied,

Since thou my portion, Lord, wilt be,

I ask no more--complete in thee.

4 Dear Savior! when before thy bar

All tribes and tongues assembled are.

Among thy chosen may I be

At thy right hand--complete in thee.