4 Well, the delightful day will come
When my dear Lord will bring me home,
And I shall see His face;
Then with my Saviour, brother, friend,
A blest eternity I'll spend,
Triumphant in His grace.
O LOVE divine, how sweet Thou art!
When shall I find my willing heart
All taken up by Thee?
I thirst, and faint, and die to prove
The greatness of redeeming love,
The love of Christ to me.
2 Stronger His love than death or hell; Its riches are unsearchable;
The first-born sons of light Desire in vain its depths to see; They cannot reach the mystery,
The length and breadth and height.
3 God only knows the love of God:
Oh, that it now were shed abroad
In this poor stony heart!
For love I sigh, for love I pine;
This only portion, Lord, be mine,
Be mine this better part.
4 Oh, that I could for ever sit
With Mary at the Master's feet!
Be this my happy choice;
My only care, delight, and bliss,
My joy, my heaven on earth be this,
To hear the Bridegroom's voice.
5 Thy only love do I require,
Nothing in earth beneath desire,
Nothing in heaven above;
Let earth and heaven and all things go;
Give me Thy only love to know,
Give me Thy only love.
O LOVE that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in Thee;
I give Thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
2 O Light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to Thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in Thy sunshine's blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.
3 O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to Thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not in vain
That morn shall tearless be.
O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from Thee;
I lay in dust life's glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.
L. M. With Refrain.
COME, let us sing the song of songs,
The saints in heaven began the strain,
The homage which to Christ belongs:
"Worthy the Lamb, Worthy the Lamb,
Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"
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!"
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!" 4 To Him, enthroned by filial right,
All power in heaven and earth proclaim, Honor, and majesty, and might:
"Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"
5 Long as we live, and when we die,
And while in heaven with Him we reign, This song our song of songs shall be: "Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!" J. Montgomery.
ONE there is, above all others,
Well deserves the name of friend;
His is love beyond a brother's
Costly, free, and knows no end:
They, who once His kindness prove,
Find it everlasting love.
2 Which of all our friends, to save us, Could or would have shed his blood? But our Jesus died to have us
Reconciled in Him to God:
This was boundless love indeed!
Jesus is a friend in need.
3 When He lived on earth abased,
"" Friend of sinners was His name; Now above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the same.
Still He calls them brethren, friends,
And to all their wants attends.
5 Oh, for grace our hearts to soften!
Teach us, Lord, at length to love;
We, alas! forget too often
What a Friend we have above:
But when home our souls are brought,
We will love Thee as we ought.
I ADORE Thee, I adore Thee,
Glorious ere the world began ;
Yet more wonderful Thou shinest,
Though divine, yet still divinest
In Thy dying love for man.
2 I adore Thee, I adore Thee,
Humbly at Thy footstool kneel;
I have heard Thine accents thrilling,
Lord, I come, for Thou art willing
Me to pardon, me to heal.
3 I adore Thee, I adore Thee,
Born of woman, yet divine!
With Thy Spirit, Lord, endue me,
In Thine image pure renew me,
Let me evermore be Thine.
TO THE name that brings salvation,
Honor, worship, laud, we pay ;
Which, for many a generation,
Hid in God's fore-knowledge lay;
But with holy exultation
We may sing aloud to-day.
2 Name of gladness, name of pleasure,
By the tongue ineffable,
Name of sweetness, passing measure,
To the ear delectable;
'T is our safeguard and our treasure,
'T is our help 'gainst sin and hell.
3 'T is the name for adoration;
'Tis the name for victory;
'T is the name for meditation
In the vale of misery;
'T is the name for veneration
By the citizens on high.
4 T is the name by right exalted
Over every other name;
That when we are sore assaulted,
Puts our enemies to shame:
Strength to them that else had halted,
Eyes to blind, and feet to lame.
5 Jesus, we Thy name adoring,
Long to see Thee as Thou art;
Of Thy clemency imploring
So to write it in our heart,
That hereafter, upward soaring,
We with angels may have part.
Anon. German (15th Cent.) Tr. J. M. Neale.
CHILDREN of the heav'nly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing our Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in His works and ways.
2 We are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod :
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.
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