Dear name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place;
My never-failing treasury, fill'd
With boundless stores of grace.
Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,
My 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. Amen.
How glorious is Thy name
Through all the ransom'd host,
O worthy Lamb, who came
To seek and save the lost!
Thou art, beyond compare,
Most precious in our sight;
Than sons of men more fair,
And infinite in might.
Thy perfect work divine
Makes us for ever blest;
Here truth and mercy shine,
And men with God do rest.
Thy ways are far above.
The ways of men, O God!
Above their thoughts Thy love,
In saving by Thy blood.
Let us count all but loss,
That Jesus we may win;
And, glorying in His cross,
Forsake the world and sin.
In Him let us rejoice;
Salvation He hath wrought;
Be His commands our choice,
For with His blood we're bought.
JESUS, Thy boundless love to me
No thought can reach, no tongue declare; O! bend my wayward heart to Thee, And reign without a rival there: Thine, wholly Thine, alone I'd live ; Myself to Thee entirely give.
O Lord, how gracious is Thy way,
All fear before Thy presence flies;
Care, anguish, sorrow, pass away
Where'er Thy healing beams arise:
Lord Jesus, nothing may I see,
Nothing desire apart from Thee.
In suff'ring be Thy love my peace,
In weakness be Thine arm my strength, And when the storms of life shall cease, And Thou from heav'n shall come at length, Lord Jesus, then this heart shall be For ever satisfied with Thee. Amen.
O GOD of Hosts, the mighty Lord,
How lovely is the place,
Where Thou, enthroned in glory, shew'st
The brightness of Thy face.
My longing soul faints with desire
To view Thy blest abode;
My panting heart and flesh cry out
For Thee, the living God.
For in Thy Courts one single day
'Tis better to attend,
Than, Lord, in any place besides
A thousand days to spend.
O Lord of Hosts, my King and God,
How highly blest are they,
Who in Thy temple always dwell,
And there Thy praise display!
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God Whom we adore,
Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.
JESUS, the Christ of God,
The Father's blessed Son,
The Father's bosom Thine abode,
The Father's love Thine own:
Jesus, the Lamb of God,
Who us from hell to raise
Hast shed Thy reconciling blood;
We give Thee endless praise.
God, and yet man, Thou art,
True God, true man art Thou;
Of man, and of man's earth a part,
One with us Thou art now.
Great sacrifice for sin,
Giver of life for life,
Restorer of the peace within,
True ender of the strife:
To Thee, the Christ of God,
Thy saints exulting sing;
The bearer of our heavy load,
Our own anointed King.
True lover of the lost,
From heaven Thou camest down,
for souls the righteous cost,
And claim them for Thine own,
Rest of the weary, Thou!
To Thee, our rest, we come;
In Thee to find our dwelling now,
Our everlasting home. Amen.
THROUGH all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.
O magnify the Lord with me,
With me exalt His name;
When in distress to Him I called,
He to my rescue came.
The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance He affords to all
Who on His succour trust.
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