"Your decrees are the
theme of my song..."
Psalm 119:54

Psalm-like Hymns help young men worship Christ

"There is scarcely anything in this world which can more turn or bend hither and thither the ways of men than music.” John Calvin

What Makes a Hymn a Hymn?

My heart and mind have often been brought to worship Christ while singing or meditating on the lyric from enduring hymns and Psalm versification. I'm convinced that the Psalms ought to be our constant measure of the worth of any new hymn penned by anyone. Psalms codify doctrine (adorn preceptual truth), unify the Church throughout the ages, and glorify God: codify, unify, and glorify--that's what great hymns will do, and they will do so with imagination and skill; hymns give us elevated language to respond with words worthy of their divine object. Hymnologist Erik Routley hoped that poetry that does not meet the above psalm-like criteria would have "the short life of all rootless things."

I find Paul's instruction in Colossians 3:16 helpful in understanding the substance and purpose of what we sing in our worship: “Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly as you teach and admonish (codify doctrinal truth) one another (unify the church) with all wisdom, and as you sing psalms, hymns and spiritual songs with gratitude in your hearts to God (glorify God). And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.” Notice that Paul begins with the "word of Christ" and ends with us, "whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, " and observe the centrality of thanksgiving in our singing. From this text I would argue that hymns we add to the canon of hymnody will be Christ-centered and rooted in gratitude. 

The list below, with links for you to discover more about the hymns and the tunes, is a partial representation of many of the hymns that I consider to meet the above criteria. Some of these have been set to timeless melodies, accessible to all Christians who long to worship Christ in Spirit and in truth. There are some that are still waiting for the enduring melody to be composed.  

Why emotive singing creates barriers for men in worship

"When it happens that I am more moved by the song than the thing which is sung, I confess that I sin in a manner deserving punishment." Augustine

Why are men today less interested in attending church regularly and even less inclined to commit themselves to ministry responsibilities and leadership in the church? It may be in part because there is a significant shift in how and what Christians sing in worship. 

Relational songs and emotive choruses have often replaced the strong, manly hymns that were sung by men and boys and their families in worship for millenniums. Instead of sturdy hymns about battles, and triumphant psalms about conquering enemies, and meaty poetry calling men to base their lives and deeds on immovable biblical and theological foundations, the contemporary church often sings superficial songs that make men and boys feel like they have to act like some women do in order to be real Christians.

Young men who grow up under pressure to caress the air while singing breathy, feminine songs in worship may find themselves spiritually, theologically, intellectually, and emotionally incapable of godly leadership in their homes, in Christ’s Church, and in the world. The following collection of hymns will help men “be done with lesser things” and lift their hearts, minds, and voices in Christ-honoring, manly worship.

John Calvin put it this way, "We know by experience that singing has great force and vigor to move and inflame the hearts of men to invoke and praise God with a more vehement and ardent zeal. Care must always be taken that the song be neither light nor frivolous; but that it have weight and majesty (as St. Augustine says), and also, there is a great difference between music which one makes to entertain men at table and in their houses, and the Psalms which are sung in the Church in the presence of God and his angels."

Favorite Hymns from STAND FAST in the Way of Truth

  • ·         Ah, Holy Jesus (J. Heermann)
  • ·         All Praise to God Who Reigns Above (J. Schutz)
  • ·         A Mighty Fortress is Our God (M. Luther)
  • ·         Christian, Dost Thou See Them (St. Andrew of Crete)
  • ·         Crown Him With Many Crowns (M. Bridges)
  • ·         Day of Judgment (J. Newton)
  • ·         God Moves in a Mysterious Way (W. Cowper)
  • ·         Guide Me O, Thou Great Jehovah (W. Williams)
  • ·         How Firm a Foundation (Rippon collection, 1787)
  • ·         Immortal, Invisible, God Only Wise (W. Smith)
  • ·         Judge Me, God of My Salvation, The Psalter, 1912
  • ·         Lead on, O King Eternal (E. Shurtleff)
  • ·         Mighty God, While Angels Bless Thee (R. Robinson)
  • ·         Now Blessed be the Lord Our God (Psalm 72; tune McKee)
  • ·         Now Thank We All Our God (M. Rinkart)
  • ·         O God Beyond All Praising (M. Perry)
  • ·         Once in Royal David’s City (C. F. Alexander)
  • ·         O Quickly Come, Dread Judge of All (L. Turttiett)
  • ·         Pilgrim Hymn (J. Bunyan)
  • ·         Rise, My Soul, to Watch and Pray (J. Freystein)
  • ·         Rise up, Young Men of God (W. P. Merrill, alt. D. Bond, 2007)
  • ·         Stricken, Smitten and Afflicted (T. Kelly)
  • ·         That Man is Blessed Who Fearing God, (Psalm 1, Psalter)
  • ·         The Church’s One Foundation (S. Stone)
  • ·         The Law of God is Good and Right (M. Loy)
  • ·         The Lord, Great Sovereign, (D. Bond, 2001)
  • ·         The Son of God Goes Forth to War (R. Heber)
  • ·         Though I Can Speak in Tongues of Fire (D. Bond, 2006)



Ah, holy Jesus, how hast thou offended,

That man to judge thee hath in hate pretended?

By foes derided, by thine own rejected,

O most afflicted.


Who was the guilty who brought this upon thee?

Alas, my treason, Jesus, hath undone thee.

‘Twas I, Lord Jesus, I it was denied thee:

I crucified thee.


Lo, the Good Shepherd for the sheep is offered;

The slave hath sinned, and the Son hath suffered:

For man’s atonement, while he nothing heedeth,

God intercedeth.


For me, kind Jesus, was thine incarnation,

Thy mortal sorrow, and thy life’s oblation:

Thy death of anguish and thy bitter passion,

For my salvation.


Therefore, kind Jesus, since I cannot pay thee,

I do adore thee, and will ever pray thee,

Think on thy pity and thy love unswerving,

Not my deserving.


--Johann Heermann, 1630

Tune: Iste Confessor

Rouen Church Melody




All praise to God, who reigns above,

The God of all creation,

The God of wonders, pow’r, and love,

The God of our salvation!

With healing balm my soul he fills,

The God who every sorrow stills.

To God all praise and glory!


What God’s almighty pow’r hath made

His gracious mercy keepeth;

By morning dawn or evening shade

His watchful eye ne’er sleepeth;

Within the kingdom of his might,

Lo, all is just and all is right.

To God all praise and glory!


I cried to him in time of need:

Lord God, O hear my calling!

For death he gave me life indeed

And kept my feet from falling.

For this my thanks shall endless be;

O thank him, thank our God with me.

To God all praise and glory!


The Lord forsaketh not his flock,

His chosen generation;

He is their refuge and their rock,

Their peace and their salvation.

As with a mother’s tender hand

He leads his own, his chosen band.

To God all praise and glory!


Ye who confess Christ’s holy name,

To God give praise and glory!

Ye who the Father’s pow’r proclaim,

To God give praise and glory!

All idols underfoot be trod,

The Lord is God! The Lord is God!

To God all praise and glory!


Then come before his presence now

And banish fear and sadness;

To your Redeemer pay your vow

And sing with joy and gladness:

Though great distress my soul befell,

The Lord, my God, did all things well.

To God all praise and glory!


--Johann J. Shütz, 1675

Tune: Mit Freuden Zart

Bohemian Brethren’s Gesangbuch, 1566



A mighty fortress is our God,

A bulwark never failing;

Our helper he amid the flood

Of mortal ills prevailing.

For still our ancient foe

Doth seek to work us woe;

His craft and pow’r are great;

And armed with cruel hate,

On earth is not his equal.


Did we in our own strength confide,

Our striving would be losing;

Were not the right man on our side,

The man of God’s own choosing.

Dost ask who that may be?

Christ Jesus, it is he,

Lord Sabaoth his name,

From age to age the same,

And he must win the battle.


And though this world, with devils filled,

Should threaten to undo us,

We will not fear, for God hath willed

His truth to triumph through us.

The prince of darkness grim,

We tremble not for him;

His rage we can endure,

For lo! His doom is sure;

One little word shall fell him.


That Word above all earthly pow’rs,

No thanks to them, abideth;

The Spirit and the gifts are ours

Through him who with us sideth.

Let goods and kindred go,

This mortal life also;

The body they may kill:

God’s truth abideth still;

His kingdom is forever.


--Martin Luther, 1529

Tune: Ein’ Feste Burg

Martin Luther, 1529



Christian, dost thou see them on the holy ground,
How the powers of darkness rage thy steps around?
Christian, up and smite them, counting gain but loss,
In the strength that cometh by the holy cross.


Christian, dost thou feel them, how they work within,
Striving, tempting, luring, goading into sin?
Christian, never tremble; never be downcast;
Gird thee for the battle, watch and pray and fast.


Christian, dost thou hear them, how they speak thee fair?
“Always fast and vigil? Always watch and prayer?”
Christian, answer boldly: “While I breathe I pray!”
Peace shall follow battle, night shall end in day.


“Hear the words of Jesus, O my servant true;
Thou art very weary, I was weary, too;
But that toil shall make thee some day all Mine own,
At the end of sorrow shall be near my throne.”


--Andrew of Crete, 660-732

Tune: St. Andrew of Crete

John B. Dykes, 1868




Crown him with many crowns,

The Lamb upon his throne;

Hark! How the heav’nly anthem drowns

All music but its own,

Awake, my soul, and sing

Of him who died for thee,

And hail him as thy matchless King

Through all eternity.


Crown him the Lord of love;

Behold his hands and side,

Rich wounds, yet visible above,

In beauty glorified:

No angel in the sky

Can fully bear that sight,

But downward bends his burning eye

At mysteries so bright.


Crown him the Lord of peace;

Whose pow’r a scepter sways

From pole to pole, that wars my cease,

Absorbed in prayer and praise:

His reign shall know no end;

And round his pierced feet

Fair flow’rs of paradise extend

Their fragrance ever sweet.


Crown him the Lord of years,

The Potentate of time;

Creator of the rolling spheres,

Ineffably sublime:

All hail, Redeemer, hail!

For thou hast died for me:

Thy praise shall never, never fail

Throughout eternity.


--Matthew Bridges, 1851

Tune: Diademata

George J. Elvey, 1868




Day of Judgment! Day of wonders!

Hark! The trumpet’s awful sound,

Louder than a thousand thunders,

Shakes the vast creation round.

How the summons

Will the sinner’s heart confound!


See the Judge, our nature wearing,

Clothed in majesty divine;

You who long for his appearing

Then shall say, “This God is mine!”

Gracious Savior,

Own me in that day as thine.


At his call the dead awaken,

Rise to life from earth and sea;

All the pow’rs of nature,

Shaken by his looks, prepare to flee.

Careless sinner,

What will then become of thee?


But to those who have confessed,

Loved and served the Lord below,

He will say, “Come near, ye blessed,

See the kingdom I bestow;

You forever

Shall my love and glory know.”


--John Newton, 1774

Tune: St. Austin

Bristol Tune Book, 1876




God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.


Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will.


Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.


Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.


His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.


Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.


--William Cowper, 1774

Tune: Dundee

Scottish Psalter, 1615




Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,

Pilgrim through this barren land;

I am weak, but thou art mighty;

Hold me with thy pow’rful hand;

Bread of heaven, bread of heaven,

Feed me till I want no more,

Feed me till I want no more.


Open now the crystal fountain,

Whence the healing stream doth flow;

Let the fire and cloudy pillar

Lead me all my journey through;

Strong Deliverer, strong Deliverer,

Be though still my Strength and Shield,

Be though still my Strength and Shield.


When I tread the verge of Jordan,

Bid my anxious fears subside;

Death of death and hell’s Destruction,

Land me safe on Canaan’s side;

Songs of praises, songs of praises

I will ever give to thee,

I will ever give to thee.


--William Williams, 1745

Tune: CWM Rhondda

John Hughes, 1907




How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word!
What more can He say than to you He hath said,
You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?


Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed,
For I am thy God and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen and help thee, and cause thee to stand
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.


When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;
For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.


When through fiery trials thy pathways shall lie,
My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.


Even down to old age all My people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne.


The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to its foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake.


--John Rippon, 1787

Tune: Foundation

Traditional American melody

J. Funk’s A Compilation of Genuine Church Music, 1832





Immortal, invisible, God only wise,

In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,

Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,

Almighty, victorious, Thy great Name we praise.


Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,

Nor wanting, not wasting, Thou rulest in might;

Thy justice like mountains high souring above

Thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love.


Great Father of glory, pure Father of Light,

Thine angels adore thee, all veiling their sight;

All praise we would render; O help us to see

‘Tis only the splendor of light hideth thee!


--Walter Chalmers Smith, 1867

Tune: Joanna

Traditional Welsh hymn melody




Judge me, God of my salvation,

Plead my cause, for thee I trust:

Hear my earnest supplication,

Save me from my foes unjust.

O my soul, why art thou grieving?

What disquiets and dismays?

Hope in God; his help receiving,

I shall yet my Savior praise.


For my strength, my God, thou art:

Why am I cast off by thee

In sorrow of my heart,

While the foe oppresses me?

Light and truth, my way attending,

Send thou forth to be my guide,

Till, thy holy mount ascending,

I within thy house abide.


At thy sacred alter bending,

God, my God, my boundless joy,

Harp and voice, in worship blending,

For thy praise will I employ.

O my soul, why art thou grieving?

What disquiets and dismays?

Hope in God; his help receiving,

I shall yet my Savior praise.


--The Psalter, 1912

Tune: Blaenhafren

Traditional Irish Melody




Lead on, O King eternal,

The day of march has come;

Henceforth in fields of conquest

Thy tents shall be our home:

Through days of preparation

Thy grace has made us strong,

And now, O King eternal,

We lift our battle song.


Lead on, O King eternal,

Till sin’s fierce war shall cease,

And holiness shall whisper

The sweet amen of peace;

For not with swords loud clashing,,

Nor roll of stirring drums,

But deeds of love and mercy,

The heav’nly kingdom comes.


Lead on, O King eternal:

We follow, not with fears;

For gladness breaks like morning

Where’re thy face appears;

Thy cross is lifted o’er us;

We journey in its light:

The crown awaits the conquest;

Lead on, O God of might.


--Ernest W. Shurtleff, 1888

Tune: Lancashire

 Henry Smart, 1836




Mighty God, while angles bless you,

May a mortal sing your name?

Lord of men as well as angles,

You are every creature’s theme.

Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!


Lord of every land and nation,

Ancient of eternal days,

Sounded through the wide creation

Be your just and lawful praise.

Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!


For the grandeur of your nature,

Grand beyond a seraph’s thought,

For created works of power,

Works with skill and kindness wrought.

Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!


But your rich, your free redemption,

Dark though brightness all along,

Thought is poor, and poor expression,

Who dare sing that wondrous song?

Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!


Brightness of the Father’s glory,

Shall your praise unuttered lie?

Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence,

Sing the Lord who came to die.

Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!


From the highest throne in glory,

To the cross of deepest woe,

All to random guilty captives,

Flow my praise, forever flow.

Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!


--Robert Robinson, 1774

Alleluia (Lowe)

Albert Lowe, 1868




Now blessed be the Lord our God,

The God of Israel,

For he alone doth wondrous works

In glory that excel.


And blessed be his glorious name

To all eternity;

The whole earth let his glory fill.

Amen, so let it be.


His wide dominion shall extend

From sea to utmost sea,

And unto earth’s remotest bounds

His peaceful rule shall be.


Yea, all the kings shall bow to him,

His rule all nations hail;

He will regard the poor man’s cry

When other helpers fail.


--Psalm 72, Scottish Psalter, 1650

Tune: McKee

Harry T. Burleigh, 1939




Now thank we all our God

With heart and hands and voices,

Who wondrous things hath done,

In whom this world rejoices;

Who from our mothers’ arms,

Hath blessed us on our way

With countless gifts of love,

And still is ours today.


O may this bounteous God

Through all our life be near us,

 With ever joyful hearts

And blessed peace to cheer us;

And keep us in his grace,

And guide us when perplexed,

And free us from all ills

In this world and the next.


All praise and thanks to God

The Father now be given,

The Son, and him who reigns

With them in highest heaven—

The one eternal God,

Whom earth and heav’n adore;

For thus it was, is now,

And shall be evermore.


--M. Rinkart, 1636

Tune: Nun Danket

Johann Cruger, 1647




 O God beyond all praising, we worship you today

And sing the love amazing that songs cannot repay;

For we can only wonder at every gift you send,

At blessings without number and mercies without end:

We lift our hearts before you and wait upon your word,

We honor and adore you, our great and mighty Lord.


Then hear, O gracious Savior, accept the love we bring,

That we who know your favor may serve you as our King;

And whether our tomorrows be filled with good or ill,

We’ll triumph through our sorrows and rise to bless you still:

To marvel at your beauty and glory in your ways,

And make a joyful duty our sacrifice of praise.


--Michael Perry, 1982

Tune: Thaxted

Gustalv Holst, The Planets, 1918      




Once in royal David’s city

Stood a lowly cattle shed,

Where a mother laid her baby

In a manger for his bed:

Mary was that mother mild,

Jesus Christ he little child.


He came down to earth from heaven

Who is God and Lord of all,

And his shelter was a stable,

And his cradle was a stall:

With the poor, and mean, and lowly,

Lived on earth our Savior holy.


And through all his wondrous childhood

He would honor and obey,

Love and watch the lowly maiden

In whose gentle arms he lay:

Christian children all must be

Mild, obedient, good as he.


And our eyes at last shall see him,

Through his own redeeming love;

For that child so dear and gentle

Is our Lord in heav’n above,

And he leads his children on

To the place where he is gone.


Not in that poor lowly stable,

With the oxen standing by,

We shall see him, but in heaven,

Set at God’s right hand on high;

When like stars his children crowned

All in white shall wait around.


--Cecil Frances Alexander, 1848

Tune: Irby

Henry J. Gauntlett, 1849




O quickly come, dread Judge of all;

For, awful though thine advent be,

All shadows from the truth will fall,

And falsehood die, in sight of thee:

O quickly come, for doubt and fear

Like clouds dissolve when thou art near.


O quickly come, great King of all;

Reign all around us and within;

Let sin no more our souls enthrall,

Let pain and sorrow die with sin:

O quickly come, for thou alone

Canst make thy scattered people one.


O quickly come, true Life of all,

For death is mighty all around;

On ev’ry home his shadows fall,

On ev’ry heart his mark is found:

O quickly come, for grief and pain

Can never cloud thy glorious reign.


O quickly come, sure Light of all,

For gloomy night broods o’er our way;

And weakly souls begin to fall

With weary watching for the day:

O quickly come, for round thy throne

No eye is blind, no night is known.


--Lawrence Tuttiett, 1854


John B. Dykes, 1861




Who would true valour see,

Let him come hither;

One here will constant be,

Come wind, come weather.

There’s no discouragement,

Shall make him once relent,

His first avowed intent

To be a pilgrim.


Whoso beset him round

With dismal stories,

Do but themselves confound,--

His strength the more is.

No lion can him fright,

He’ll with the giant fight,

But he will have the right

To be a pilgrim.


Hobgoblin nor foul fiend

Can daunt his spirit;

He knows he at the end

Shall life inherit. 

Then fancies fly away;

He’ll fear not what men say;

He’ll labor night and day

To be a pilgrim.


--John Bunyan, 1678

Tune: Monksgate

Arranged: Ralph Vaughan Williams




Rise, my soul, to watch and pray,

From thy sleep awaken;

Be not by the evil day

Unawares o’ertaken.

For the foe,

Well we know,

Oft his harvest reapeth

While the Christian sleepeth.


Watch against the devil’s snares,

Lest asleep he find thee;

For indeed no pains he spares

To deceive and blind thee.

Satan’s prey

Oft are they

Who secure are sleeping

And no watch are keeping.


Watch! Let not the wicked world

With its pow’r defeat thee.

Watch lest with her pomp unfurled

She betray and cheat thee.

Watch and see

Lest there be

Faithless friends to charm thee,

Who but seek to harm thee.


Watch against thyself, my soul,

Lest with grace thou trifle;

Let not self thy thoughts control

Nor God’s mercy stifle.

Pride and sin

Lurk within

All thy hopes to scatter;

Heed not when they flatter.


But while watching, also pray

To the Lord unceasing.

He will free thee, be thy stay,

Strength and faith increasing.

O Lord, bless

In distress

And let nothing swerve me

From the will to serve thee.


--J. B, Freystein, 1697

Tune: Straf Mich Nicht

Hundert Arien, Dresden, 1694




Rise up, young men of God!

Have done with lesser things.

Give heart and mind and soul and strength

To serve the King of kings.


Rise up, young men of God!

The kingdom tarries long.

Bring in the day of brotherhood

And end the night of wrong.


Rise up, young men of God!

The church for you doth wait,

Her strength unequal to her task;

Rise up, Christ makes her great!


Lift high the cross of Christ!

Tread where his feet have trod.

As brothers of the Son of Man,

Rise up, young men of God!


--William P. Merrill, 1867-1954
Tune: Festal Song

William H. Walter, 1825-1893 (alt. D. Bond, 2006)




Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,

See him dying on the tree!

‘Tis the Christ by man rejected;

Yes, my soul, ‘tis he, ‘tis he!

‘Tis the long expected Prophet,

David’s son, yet David’s Lord;

By his Son God now has spoken:

‘Tis the true and faithful Word.


Ye who think of sin but lightly

Nor suppose the evil great

Here may view its nature rightly,

Here its guilt may estimate.

Mark the sacrifice appointed,

See who bears the awful load;

‘Tis the Word, the Lord’s Anointed,

Son of Man and Son of God.


Here we have a firm foundation,

Here the refuge of the lost;

Christ’s the Rock of our salvation,

His the name of which we boast.

Lamb of God, for sinners wounded,

Sacrifice to cancel guilt!

None shall ever be confounded

Who on him their hope have built.


--Thomas Kelly, 1804

Tune: O Mein Jesu, Ich Muss Sterben

Geistliche Volkslieder, Paderborn, 1850




That man is blest who, fearing God
From sin restrains his feet,
Who will not stand with wicked men,
Who shuns the scorners’ seat.


Yea, blest is he who makes God’s law
His portion and delight,
And meditates upon that law
With gladness day and night.


That man is nourished like a tree
Set by the river’s side;
Its leaf is green, its fruit is sure,
And thus his works abide.


The wicked like the driven chaff
Are swept from off the land;
They shall not gather with the just,
Nor in the judgment stand.


The Lord will guard the righteous well,
Their way to Him is known;
The way of sinners, far from God,
Shall surely be o’erthrown.


Psalm 1, Psalter, author unknown, 1912

Tune: Irish

Hymns and Sacred Poems, Dublin, 1749





The Church’s one foundation
Is Jesus Christ her Lord,
She is His new creation
By water and the Word.
From heaven He came and sought her
To be His holy bride;
With His own blood He bought her
And for her life He died.


Elect from every nation,
Yet one o’er all the earth;
Her charter of salvation,
One Lord, one faith, one birth;
One holy Name she blesses,
Partakes one holy food,
And to one hope she presses,
With every grace endued.


The Church shall never perish!
Her dear Lord to defend,
To guide, sustain, and cherish,
Is with her to the end:
Though there be those who hate her,
And false sons in her pale,
Against or foe or traitor
She ever shall prevail.


Though with a scornful wonder
Men see her sore oppressed,
By schisms rent asunder,
By heresies distressed:
Yet saints their watch are keeping,
Their cry goes up, “How long?”
And soon the night of weeping
Shall be the morn of song!


’Mid toil and tribulation,
And tumult of her war,
She waits the consummation
Of peace forevermore;
Till, with the vision glorious,
Her longing eyes are blest,
And the great Church victorious
Shall be the Church at rest.


Yet she on earth hath union
With God the Three in One,
And mystic sweet communion
With those whose rest is won,
With all her sons and daughters
Who, by the Master’s hand
Led through the deathly waters,
Repose in Eden land.


O happy ones and holy!
Lord, give us grace that we
Like them, the meek and lowly,
On high may dwell with Thee:
There, past the border mountains,
Where in sweet vales the Bride
With Thee by living fountains
Forever shall abide!


--Samuel Stone, 1866

Tune: Aurelia

Samuel S. Wesley, 1864




The Law of God is good and wise

And sets his will before our eyes,

Shows us the way of righteousness,

And dooms to death when we transgress.


Its light of holiness imparts

And knowledge of our sinful hearts,

That we may see our lost estate

And seek deliv’rance ere too late.


To those who help in Christ have found

And would in works of love abound

It shows what deeds are his delight

And should be done as good and right.


When men the offered help disdain

And willfully in sin remain,

Its terror in their ear resounds

And keeps their wickedness in bounds.


The law is good; but since the fall

Its holiness condemns us all;

It dooms us fro our sin to die

And has no pow’r to justify.


To Jesus we for refuge flee,

Who from the curse has set us free,

And humbly worship at his throne,

Saved by his grace through faith alone.


--M. Loy, 1863

Tune: Erhlt Uns, Herr

Geistliche Lieder, Wittenberg, 1543



The Lord, Great Sovereign, shall appear,

His wand’ring sheep he’ll bring,

From distant lands, through surging seas,

To shout before their King!


Deceitful shepherds, false and vain,

Have led his flock astray;

God's enemies he'll trample down,

Their lies he will repay.


With trumpet blast, the Lord appears,

His arrows flashing round;

He shields his flock, destroys his foes;

Glad vict’ry shouts will sound.


He makes his children mighty men,

They bend the battle bow;

So in God's strength, against the proud,

His foes they overthrow!


Restored, victorious, gathered in,

Their enemies o'ercome;

God’s children worship round his throne,

And in his name they run!


God’s bless’d, redeemed, and chosen ones,

His children shout and sing!

"All praise to Christ, the Cornerstone,

Triumphant, glorious King!"


                            Douglas Bond, 2001




The Son of God goes forth to war,
A kingly crown to gain;
His blood red banner streams afar:
Who follows in His train?
Who best can drink his cup of woe,
Triumphant over pain,
Who patient bears his cross below,
He follows in His train.


That martyr first, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave;
Who saw his Master in the sky,
And called on Him to save.
Like Him, with pardon on His tongue,
In midst of mortal pain,
He prayed for them that did the wrong:
Who follows in His train?


A glorious band, the chosen few
On whom the Spirit came;
Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
And mocked the cross and flame.
They met the tyrant’s brandished steel,
The lion’s gory mane;
They bowed their heads the death to feel:
Who follows in their train?


A noble army, men and boys,
The matron and the maid,
Around the Savior’s throne rejoice,
In robes of light arrayed.
They climbed the steep ascent of Heav’n,
Through peril, toil and pain;
O God, to us may grace be given,
To follow in their train.


--Reginald Heber, 1827

Tune: All Saints New

Henry S. Cutler, 1872



Though I can speak in tongues of fire

But love is not my chief desire,

And I’m not patient, humble, kind,

I’m nothing--nor will heaven find.


His gracious gifts Christ gives to me

So I, like him, might perfect be,

And know, and speak, and serve, and give,

And, like my loving Savior, live.


In faith and hope, love perseveres,

No anger and no rudeness hears;

This love, like Christ’s, will never cease

And leads to heaven’s joy and peace.


We see in part, like children here,

So dull and pale, as in a mirror.

But face to face one day I'll know

The depth of Jesus’ love below.


He knew and loved me ere he laid

The world’s foundation, and he bade

Me come rejoice, and drink, and dine—

His love the flame that burns in mine.


In heav’n I’ll know, as Christ has known;

What depth of kindness he has shown!

In heav’n I’ll see him face to face,

With eyes undimmed, his love embrace.


[optional refrain]

True love is patient, love is kind;

It’s faith and hope in One refined;

The greatest thing of all is love,

For perfect love endures above.

                            Douglas Bond, 2006



Favorite Hymns from HOLD FAST in a Broken World

  • ·         All People That on Earth Do Dwell (W. Kethe)
  • ·         And Can it Be? (C. Wesley)
  • ·         Be Thou My Vision, (Ancient Irish Poem)
  • ·         Father, I Know That All My Life (A. Waring)
  • ·         Fear Not, O Little Flock, the Foe (J. Altenburg)
  • ·         Glorious Things of Thee are Spoken (J. Newton)
  • ·         How Sweet and Awful is the Place (I. Watts)
  • ·         If I Can Speak in Tongues of Fire (D. Bond, 2006)
  • ·         I Love Thy Kingdom, Lord (T. Dwight)
  • ·         Jesus Priceless Treasure (J. Franck)
  • ·         Lift High the Cross (G. Kitchin)
  • ·         My Song is Love Unknown (S. Crossman)
  • ·         None Other Lamb (C. Rossetti)
  • ·         O God, My Faithful God (J. Heermann)
  • ·         O Love of God, How Strong and True (H. Bonar)
  • ·         O Sacred Head Now Wounded (B. Clairvaux)
  • ·         O, the Deep, Deep Love of Jesus (S. T. Francis)
  • ·         Of the Father’s Love Begotten (A. Prudentius)
  • ·         Our God in All Things Works for Good (D. Bond, 2006)
  • ·         Our God, Our Help in Ages Past (I. Watts)
  • ·         Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven (H. Lyte)
  • ·         Rock of Ages, Cleft for Me (A. Toplady)
  • ·         Stand Up and Bless the Lord (J. Montgomery)
  • ·         The Lord’s My Shepherd, I’ll Not Want (Psalm 23, Scottish Psalter)
  • ·         The Sands of Time are Sinking (A. Cousin/S. Rutherford)
  • ·         This Day at the Creating Word (W. How)
  • ·         What Wondrous Love is This? (A. Means)
  • ·         When I Survey the Wondrous Cross (I. Watts)
  • ·         When Peace, Like a River, (H. Spafford)


All people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice.
Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell;
Come ye before Him and rejoice.

The Lord, ye know, is God indeed;
Without our aid He did us make;
We are His folk, He doth us feed,
And for His sheep He doth us take.

O enter then His gates with praise;
Approach with joy His courts unto;
Praise, laud, and bless His Name always,
For it is seemly so to do.

For why? the Lord our God is good;
His mercy is for ever sure;
His truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age endure.

--William Kethe, 1561

Old 100th        

Louis Bourgeois




And can it be that I should gain

And int’rest in the Savior’s blood?

Died he for me, who caused his pain?

For me, who him to death pursued?

Amazing love! How can it be

That thou, my God, shouldst die for me?


‘Tis myst’ry all! Th’ Immortal dies:

Who can explore his strange design?

In vain the firstborn seraph tries

To sound the depths of love divine.

‘Tis mercy all! Let earth adore,

Let angel minds inquire no more.


He left his Father’s throne above

(So free, so infinite his grace!),

Humbled himself (so great his love!),

And bled for all his chosen race.

‘Tis mercy all, immense and free;

For, O my God, it found out me.


Long my imprisoned spirit lay

Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;

Thine eye diffused a quick’ning ray;

I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;

My chains fell off, my heart was free;

I rose, went forth, and followed thee.


No condemnation now I dread;

Jesus, and all in him, is mine!

Alive in him, my living Head,

And clothed in righteousness divine,

Bold I approached th’ eternal throne,

And claimed the crown, through Christ, my own.


--Charles Wesley, 1738


Thomas Campbell, 1825


Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.


--Dal­lan For­gaill, 8th Cen­tu­ry


Irish Folk tune, 433


Father, I know that all my life
Is portioned out for me;
The changes that are sure to come
I do not fear to see;
I ask Thee for a present mind
Intent on pleasing Thee.

I would not have the restless will
That hurries to and fro,
Seeking for some great thing to do
Or secret thing to know;
I would be treated as a child,
And guided where I go.

I ask Thee for the daily strength,
To none that ask denied,
A mind to blend with outward life
While keeping at Thy side;
Content to fill a little space,
If Thou be glorified.

In a service which Thy will appoints
There are no bonds for me;
My inmost heart is taught the truth
That makes Thy children free.
A life of self renouncing love
Is one of liberty.


--Anna Warring, 1850


Charles Steg­gall (1826-1905)




Fear not, O little flock, the foe

Who madly seeks your overthrow;

Dread not his rage and pow’rs:

What though your courage sometimes faints,

His seeming triumph o’er God’s saints

Lasts but a little hour.


Be of good cheer; your cause belongs

To him who can avenge your wrongs;

Lave it to him, our Lord:

Though hidden yet from all our eyes,

He sees the Gideon who shall rise

To save us and his Word.


As true as God’s own Word is true,

Nor earth nor hell with all their crew

Against us shall prevail.

A jest and byword are they grown;

God is with us, we are his own;

Our vict’ry cannot fail.


Amen, Lord Jesus, grant our pray’r;

Great Captain, now your arm make bare,

Fight for us once again;

So shall your saints and martyrs raise

A mighty chorus to your praise,

World without end. Amen.


--Altenburg, 1584-1640

Tune: Jehovah nissi

Edward Patrick Crawford, 1846-1912



Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God!
He, Whose Word cannot be broken,
Formed thee for His own abode.
On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation’s walls surrounded,
Thou may’st smile at all thy foes.

See! the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love;
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove:
Who can faint while such a river
Ever flows their thirst t’assuage?
Grace, which like the Lord, the Giver,
Never fails from age to age.

Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear!
For a glory and a cov’ring
Showing that the Lord is near.
Thus deriving from our banner
Light by night and shade by day;
Safe they feed upon the manna
Which He gives them when they pray.

Blest inhabitants of Zion,
Washed in the Redeemer’s blood!
Jesus, Whom their souls rely on,
Makes them kings and priests to God.
’Tis His love His people raises,
Over self to reign as kings,
And as priests, His solemn praises
Each for a thank offering brings.

Savior, if of Zion’s city,
I through grace a member am,
Let the world deride or pity,
I will glory in Thy Name.
Fading is the worldling’s pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show;
Solid joys and lasting treasure
None but Zion’s children know.

--John Newton, 1779


Franz J. Haydn, 1797



How sweet and awful is the place
With Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores!

While all our hearts and all our songs
Join to admire the feast,
Each of us cry, with thankful tongues,
“Lord, why was I a guest?

“Why was I made to hear Thy voice,
And enter while there’s room,
When thousands make a wretched choice,
And rather starve than come?”

’Twas the same love that spread the feast
That sweetly drew us in;
Else we had still refused to taste,
And perished in our sin.

Pity the nations, O our God!
Constrain the earth to come;
Send Thy victorious Word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.

We long to see Thy churches full,
That all the chosen race
May with one voice, and heart and soul,
Sing Thy redeeming grace.


--Isaac Watts, 1707

St. Columbia

Ancient Irish Melody


I love Thy kingdom, Lord,
The house of Thine abode,
The church our blessed Redeemer saved
With His own precious blood.

I love Thy church, O God.
Her walls before Thee stand,
Dear as the apple of Thine eye,
And written on Thy hand.

For her my tears shall fall
For her my prayers ascend,
To her my cares and toils be given
Till toils and cares shall end.

Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.

Jesus, Thou Friend divine,
Our Savior and our King,
Thy hand from every snare and foe
Shall great deliverance bring.

Sure as Thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be given
The brightest glories earth can yield
And brighter bliss of Heaven.


--Timothy Dwight, 1800

St. Thomas (William)

Aaron Williams, 1770


Jesus, priceless Treasure,
Source of purest pleasure,
Truest Friend to me.
Ah, how long in anguish
Shall my spirit languish,
Yearning, Lord, for Thee?
Thou art mine, O Lamb divine!
I will suffer naught to hide Thee,
Naught I ask beside Thee.

In Thine arms I rest me;
Foes who would molest me
Cannot reach me here.
Though the earth be shaking,
Every heart be quaking,
Jesus calms my fear.
Lightnings flash and thunders crash;
Yet, though sin and hell assail me,
Jesus will not fail me.

Satan, I defy thee;
Death, I now decry thee;
Fear, I bid thee cease.
World, thou shalt not harm me
Nor thy threats alarm me
While I sing of peace.
God’s great power guards every hour;
Earth and all its depths adore Him,
Silent bow before Him.

Evil world, I leave thee;
Thou canst not deceive me,
Thine appeal is vain.
Sin that once did bind me,
Get thee far behind me,
Come not forth again.
Past thy hour, O pride and power;
Sinful life, thy bonds I sever,
Leave thee now forever.

Hence, with fear and sadness!
For the Lord of gladness,
Jesus, enters in.
Those who love the Father,
Though the storms may gather,
Still have peace within;
Yea, whate’er we here must bear,
Still in Thee lies purest pleasure,
Jesus, priceless Treasure!


--Johann Franck, 1655

Jesu, Meine Freude

Johann Cruger, 1649





 Lift high the cross,

The love of Christ proclaim,

Till all the world adore

His sacred name.


Come, bretheren, follow

Where our Savior trod,

Our King victorious,

Christ, the Son of God.




Led on their way

By this triumphant sign,

The hosts of God in conqu’ring

Ranks combined.




O Lord, once lifted

On the glorious tree,

As thou hast promised,

Draw men unto thee.




Thy kingdom come,

That earth’s despair may crease

Beneath the shadow

Of its healing peace.




For thy blest cross which

Doth for us atone,

Creation’s praises

Rise before thy throne.




--George W. Kitchin, 1887


Sydney H. Nicholson, 1916




My song is love unknown,
My Savior’s love to me;
Love to the loveless shown,
That they might lovely be.
O who am I, that for my sake
My Lord should take, frail flesh and die?


He came from His blest throne
Salvation to bestow;
But men made strange, and none
The longed for Christ would know:
But O! my Friend, my Friend indeed,
Who at my need His life did spend.


Sometimes they strew His way,
And His sweet praises sing;
Resounding all the day
Hosannas to their King:
Then “Crucify!” is all their breath,
And for His death they thirst and cry.


Why, what hath my Lord done?
What makes this rage and spite?
He made the lame to run,
He gave the blind their sight,
Sweet injuries! Yet they at these
Themselves displease, and ’gainst Him rise.


They rise and needs will have
My dear Lord made away;
A murderer they saved,
The Prince of life they slay,
Yet cheerful He to suffering goes,
That He His foes from thence might free.


In life, no house, no home
My Lord on earth might have;
In death no friendly tomb
But what a stranger gave.
What may I say? Heav’n was His home;
But mine the tomb wherein He lay.


Here might I stay and sing,
No story so divine;
Never was love, dear King!
Never was grief like Thine.
This is my Friend, in whose sweet praise
I all my days could gladly spend.


--Samuel Crossman, 1664

St. John

William Havergal, 1851




None other Lamb, none other Name,
None other hope in Heav’n or earth or sea,
None other hiding place from guilt and shame,
None beside Thee!


My faith burns low, my hope burns low;
Only my heart’s desire cries out in me
By the deep thunder of its want and woe,
Cries out to Thee.


Lord, Thou art Life, though I be dead;
Love’s fire Thou art, however cold I be:
Nor Heav’n have I, nor place to lay my head,
Nor home, but Thee.


--Christina Rossetti, 1907

All Hallows (Wiseman)

Frederick Wiseman, 1858



O God, my faithful God,

True fountain ever flowing,

Without whom nothing is,

All perfect gifts bestowing:

Give me a healthy frame,

And may I have within

A conscience free from blame,

A soul unstained by sin.


Give me the strength to do

With ready heart and willing,

Whatever you command,

My calling here fulfilling—

To do it when I ought,

With all my strength and bless

Whatever I have wrought,

For you must grant success.


Keep me from saying words

That later need recalling;

Guard me lest idle speech

May from my lips be falling:

But when, within my place,

I must and ought to speak,

Then to my words give grace,

Lest I offend the weak.


When dangers gather round,

Oh, keep me calm and fearless;

Help me to bear the cross

When life seems dark and cheerless;

Help me, as you have taught,

To love both great and small,

And, by your Spirit’s might,

To live at peace with all.


--Johann Heermann, 1585-1647

Tune: Darmstadt

Ahasuerus Fritsch, 1679

Arranged: Johann Sebastian Bach in Cantata 45



O love of God, how strong and true!
Eternal, and yet ever new;
Uncomprehended and unbought,
Beyond all knowledge and all thought.


O love of God, how deep and great!
Far deeper than man’s deepest hate;
Self fed, self kindled, like the light,
Changeless, eternal, infinite.


O heavenly love, how precious still,
In days of weariness and ill,
In nights of pain and helplessness,
To heal, to comfort, and to bless!


O wide embracing, wondrous love!
We read thee in the sky above,
We read thee in the earth below,
In seas that swell, and streams that flow.


We read thee best in Him Who came
To bear for us the cross of shame;
Sent by the Father from on high,
Our life to live, our death to die.


We read thy power to bless and save,
E’en in the darkness of the grave;
Still more in resurrection light,
We read the fullness of thy might.


O love of God, our shield and stay
Through all the perils of our way!
Eternal love, in thee we rest
Forever safe, forever blest.


--Horatius Bonar, 1858

Tune: Jerusalem

C. Hubert H. Parry, 1916

Arranged by Janet Wyatt, 1976



O sacred Head, now wounded,

With grief and shame weighed down;

Now scornfully surrounded with thorns,

Thine only crown;

O sacred Head, what glory,

What bliss till now was thine!

Yet, though despised and gory,

I joy to call thee mine.


What thou, my Lord, hast suffered

Was all for sinners’ gain:

Mine, mine was the transgression,

But thine the deadly pain.

Lo, here I fall, my Savior!

‘Tis I deserve thy place;

Look on me with thy favor,

Vouch safe to me thy grace.


What language shall I borrow

To thank thee, dearest Friend,

For this, thy dying sorrow,

Thy pity without end?

O make me thine forever;

And should I fainting be,

Lord, let me never, never

Outlive my love to thee.


--Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153

Passion Chorale

Hans Leo Hassler, 1601



O the deep, deep love of Jesus, vast, unmeasured, boundless, free!
Rolling as a mighty ocean in its fullness over me!
Underneath me, all around me, is the current of Thy love
Leading onward, leading homeward to Thy glorious rest above!


O the deep, deep love of Jesus, spread His praise from shore to shore!
How He loveth, ever loveth, changeth never, nevermore!
How He watches o’er His loved ones, died to call them all His own;
How for them He intercedeth, watcheth o’er them from the throne!


O the deep, deep love of Jesus, love of every love the best!
’Tis an ocean full of blessing, ’tis a haven giving rest!
O the deep, deep love of Jesus, ’tis a heaven of heavens to me;
And it lifts me up to glory, for it lifts me up to Thee!


--S. Trevor Francis, 1875


Thomas J. Williams, 1890



Of the Father’s love begotten, ere the worlds began to be,
He is Alpha and Omega, He the source, the ending He,
Of the things that are, that have been,
And that future years shall see, evermore and evermore!


O that birth forever blessèd, when the virgin, full of grace,
By the Holy Ghost conceiving, bare the Savior of our race;
And the Babe, the world’s Redeemer,
First revealed His sacred face, evermore and evermore!


This is He Whom seers in old time chanted of with one accord;
Whom the voices of the prophets promised in their faithful word;
Now He shines, the long expected,
Let creation praise its Lord, evermore and evermore!


O ye heights of heaven adore Him; angel hosts, His praises sing;
Powers, dominions, bow before Him, and extol our God and King!
Let no tongue on earth be silent,
Every voice in concert sing, evermore and evermore!


Christ, to Thee with God the Father, and, O Holy Ghost, to Thee,
Hymn and chant with high thanksgiving, and unwearied praises be:
Honor, glory, and dominion,
And eternal victory, evermore and evermore!


--Aurelius Prudentius, 5th Century

Divinum Mysterium

Sanctus Trope, 11th Century



Our God in all things works for good;

His sovereign purposes have stood,

And will through endless ages stand,

Sustained and ordered by his hand.


In goodness God stretched out the sky,

The sun and moon and stars that cry,

"Almighty God has made all things!"

Creation groans yet shouts and sings.


From heaven’s bounty God gives food

To saint and rebel, bad and good;

This God in all things meets men’s needs

And just and unjust kindly feeds.


When clouds descend and troubles rise,

Distress, and darkness, death and cries,

Still God is good in pain and loss,

And bears his own who bear their cross.


Redeeming goodness, from the fall,

For chosen ones he bought and called,

In goodness to repentance leads,

His lambs God draws, and heals, and feeds.


Yes, God in all things works for good;

His loving kindness firm has stood,

And will through endless ages stand,

Unerring, ordered by his hand.

                            Douglas Bond, 2006



Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.


Under the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.


Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.


A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.


The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by the flood,
And lost in following years.


Time, like an ever rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.


Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.


--Isaac Watts, 1719

St. Anne

William Croft, 1708



Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven;
To His feet thy tribute bring.
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Evermore His praises sing:
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Praise the everlasting King.


Praise Him for His grace and favor
To our fathers in distress.
Praise Him still the same as ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Glorious in His faithfulness.


Fatherlike He tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame He knows.
In His hands He gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Widely yet His mercy flows.


Frail as summer’s flower we flourish,
Blows the wind and it is gone;
But while mortals rise and perish
Our God lives unchanging on,
Praise Him, Praise Him, Hallelujah
Praise the High Eternal One!


Angels, help us to adore Him;
Ye behold Him face to face;
Sun and moon, bow down before Him,
Dwellers all in time and space.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Praise with us the God of grace.


--Henry Lyte, 1834

Lauda Anima

John Gross, 1869



Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in thee;

Let the water and the blood,

From the riven side which flowed,

Be of sin the double cure,

Cleanse me from its guilt and pow’r.


Not the labors of my hands

Can fulfil thy law’s demands;

Could my zeal no respite know,

Could my tears forever flow,

All for sin could not atone;

Thou must save, and thou alone.


Nothing in my hand I bring,

Simply to thy cross I cling;

Naked, come to thee for dress;

Helpless, look to thee for grace;

Foul, I to the Fountain fly;

Wash me, Savior, or I die.


While I draw this fleeting breath,

When mine eyelids close in death,

When I soar to worlds unknown,

See thee on thy judgment throne,

Rock of ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in thee.


--Augustus M. Toplady, 1776

New City Fellowship

James Ward, 1984



Stand up and bless the Lord
Ye people of His choice;
Stand up and bless the Lord your God
With heart and soul and voice.


Though high above all praise,
Above all blessing high,
Who would not fear His holy Name,
And laud and magnify?


O for the living flame
From His own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our minds inspire,
And wing to heaven our thought!


God is our Strength and Song,
And His salvation ours;
Then be His love in Christ proclaimed
With all our ransomed powers.


Stand up and bless the Lord;
The Lord your God adore;
Stand up and bless His glorious Name;
Henceforth forevermore.


--James Montgomery, 1824

Carlisle S. M.

Charles Lockhart, 1769



The Lord’s my shepherd, I’ll not want;

He makes me down to lie

In pastures green he leadeth me

The quiet waters by.


My soul he doth restore again;

And me to walk doth make

Within the paths of righteousness,

E’en for his own name’s sake.


Yeah, though I walk in death’s dark vale,

Yet will I fear none ill,

for thou art with me; and thy rod

And staff me comfort still.


My table thou hast furnished

In presence of my foes;

My head thou dost with oil anoint,

And my cup overflows.


Goodness and mercy all my life

Shall surely follow me:

And in God’s house forevermore

My dwelling place shall be.


--Scottish Psalter, 1650

Crimond C. M.

Jessie Seymour Irvine, 1871



The sands of time are sinking,

The dawn of heaven breaks,

The summer morn I’ve sighed for,

The fair sweet morn awakes;

Dark, dark hath been the midnight,

But dayspring is at hand,

And glory, glory dwelleth

In Emmanuel’s land.


The King there in his beauty

Without a veil is seen;

It were a well spent Journey

Though sev’n deaths lay between:

The Lamb with his fair army

Doth on Mount Zion stand,

And glory, glory dwelleth

In Emmanuel’s land.


O Christ, he is the fountain,

The deep sweet well of love!

The streams on earth I’ve tasted

More deep I’ll drink above:

There to an ocean fullness

His mercy doth expand,

And glory, glory dwelleth

In Emmanuel’s land.


The bride eyes not her garments,

But her dear bride-groom’s face,

I will not gaze at glory,

But on my King of grace;

Not at the crown he gifteth,

But on his pierced hand:

The Lamb is all the glory

Of Emmanuel’s land.


--Anne R. Cousin, 1857


Chretien Urhan, 1834



This day at Thy creating Word
First o’er the earth the light was poured:
O Lord, this day upon us shine
And fill our souls with light divine.


This day the Lord for sinners slain
In might victorious rose again:
O Jesus, may we raisèd be
From death of sin to life in Thee!


This day the Holy Spirit came
With fiery tongues of cloven flame:
O Spirit, fill our hearts this day
With grace to hear and grace to pray.


O day of light and life and grace,
From earthly toil sweet resting place,
Thy hallowed hours, blest gift of love,
Give we again to God above.


All praise to God the Father be,
All praise, eternal Son, to Thee,
Whom, with the Spirit, we adore
Forever and forevermore.


--William W. How, 1871

Winchester New

William Monk, 1847



What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul!
What wondrous love is this, O my soul!
What wondrous love is this that caused the Lord of bliss
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul,
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul.


To God and to the Lamb, I will sing, I will sing;
To God and to the Lamb, I will sing.
To God and to the Lamb Who is the great “I Am”;
While millions join the theme, I will sing, I will sing;
While millions join the theme, I will sing.


And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on;
And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing on.
And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing and joyful be;
And through eternity, I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on;
And through eternity, I’ll sing on.


--Alexander Means

The Southern Harmony and Musical Companions

William Walker, 1835



When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.


Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.


See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?


Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.


--Isaac Watts, 1707


Lowell Mason, 1824



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.


Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for 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!



And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.



--Horatio G. Spafford, 1873

S. S. Ville de Havre

Phillip P. Bliss, 1876

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