4 And when, redeemed from sin and hell,
With all the ransomed throng I dwell,
My raptured song shall ever be,
"God has been merciful to me!"
Shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding Sacrifice
In my behalf appears:
Before the throne my Surety stands;
My name is written on His hands.
2 The bleeding wounds He bears,
Received on Calvary,
Now pour effectual prayers,
And strongly speak for me:
"Forgive him, oh forgive," they cry,
"Nor let that ransomed sinner die."
3 The Father hears Him pray,
The dear Anointed One;
He cannot turn away
The pleading of His Son :
His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.
4 To God I'm reconciled ;
His pardoning voice I hear;
He owns me for His child;
I can no longer fear:
With filial trust I now draw nigh,
And "Father, Abba Father," cry.
I ARISE, ye saints, arise!
The Lord our Leader is;
The foe before His banner flies,
And victory is His.
2 We follow Thee, our Guide,
Our Saviour, and our King!
We follow Thee, through grace supplied
From heaven's eternal spring.
3 We soon shall see the day
When all our toils shall cease;
When we shall cast our arms away,
And dwell in endless peace.
4 This hope supports us here;
It makes our burdens light;
"Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer,
Till faith shall end in sight.
5 Till, of the prize possessed,
We hear of war no more;
And ever with our Leader rest
On yonder peaceful shore.
I BEGONE, unbelief, my Saviour is near,
And for my relief will surely appear;
By prayer let me wrestle, and He will perform, With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. 2 Though dark be my way, since He is my guide, "Tis mine to obey, 'tis His to provide ;
Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail,
The word He has spoken shall surely prevail.
3 His love in time past forbids me to think
He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink;
Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review,
Confirms His good pleasure to help me quite through. 4 Since all that I meet shall work for my good, The bitter is sweet, the med'cine is food;
Though painful at present, 'twill cease before long,
And then, oh, how pleasant the conqueror's song!
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I BENEATH Thy wing, O God, I rest,
Under Thy shadow safely lie,
By Thine own strength in peace possest,
While dreaded evils pass me by.
2 With strong desire I here can stay
To see Thy love its work complete ;
Here can I wait a long delay,
Reposing at my Saviour's feet.
3 My place of lowly service too,
Beneath that sheltering wing I see;
For all the work I have to do
Is done through strengthening trust in Thee. 4 In faith and patience is repose,
In faith and rest my strength shall be ;
And, when Thy joy the Church o'erflows,
I know that it will visit me.
I DAY by day the manna fell,
O to learn this lesson well!
Still by constant mercy fed,
Give me, Lord, my daily bread.
2 Day by day, the promise reads,
Daily strength for daily needs:
Cast foreboding fears away,
Take the manna of to-day.
3 Lord! my times are in Thy hand;
All my sanguine hopes have planned;
To Thy wisdom I resign,
And would make that promise mine.
4 Thou my daily task shalt give,
Day by day to Thee I live;
So shall added years fulfil,
Not my own,-my Father's will.
5 O to live with mind subdued,
Yet elate with gratitude:
Strong in faith, exempt from care,
By the energy of prayer!
I I BLESS the Christ of God,
I rest on love divine,
And with unfaltering lip and heart,
I call this Saviour mine.
2 His cross dispels each doubt;
I bury in His tomb
Each thought of unbelief and fear,
Each lingering shade of gloom.
3 I praise the God of peace;
I trust His truth and might;
He calls me His, I call Him mine,
My God, my joy, my light.
4 In Him is only good,
In me is only ill;
My ill but draws His goodness forth,
And me He loveth still.
5 'Tis He who saveth me,
And freely pardon gives:
I love because He loveth me;
I live because He lives.
6 My life with Him is hid,
My death has passed away,
My clouds have melted into light,
My midnight into day.
I I COULD not do without Thee,
O Saviour of the lost!
Whose precious blood redeemed me
At such tremendous cost:
Thy righteousness, Thy pardon,
Thy precious blood must be
My only hope and comfort,
My glory and my plea!
2 I could not do without Thee!
I cannot stand alone,
I have no strength or goodness,
No wisdom of my own;
But Thou, beloved Saviour,
Art all in all to me,
And weakness will be power
If leaning hard on Thee.
3 I could not do without Thee,
O Jesus, Saviour dear!
E'en when my eyes are holden,
I know that Thou art near;
How dreary and how lonely
This changeful life would be
Without the sweet communion,
The secret rest with Thee!
4 I could not do without Thee,
For years are fleeting fast,
And soon in solemn loneness
The river must be passed;
But Thou wilt never leave me,
And though the waves roll high,
I know Thou wilt be near me,
And whisper, "It is I."
I I LAY my sins on Jesus,
The spotless Lamb of God,
He bears them all, and frees us
From the accursed load:
I bring my guilt to Jesus,
To wash my crimson stains
White in His blood most precious,
Till not a spot remains!
2 I lay my wants on Jesus,
All fulness dwells in Him;
He healeth my diseases,
He doth my soul redeem;
I lay my griefs on Jesus,
My burdens and my cares,
He from them all releases,
He all my sorrows shares.
3 I long to be like Jesus,
Meek, loving, lowly, mild;
I long to be like Jesus,
The Father's Holy Child!
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