Favorite Hymns

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And Can It Be?

Hymn # 524 – Charles Wesley

And can it be that I should gain
An interest 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 mystery all! The Immortal dies!
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the first-born 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 –
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless 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 quickening 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 approach the eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Hymn # 664 – Robert Robinson

Come Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious measure,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
O the vast, the boundless treasure
Of my Lord’s unchanging love.

Here I raise my 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,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

O to grace, how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Take my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it from Thy courts above!

Come, Ye Sinners Poor and Wretched
Hymn # 474 – Joseph Hart

Come, ye sinners poor and wretched,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity joined with power;
He is able,
He is willing, doubt no more!

Come, ye needy, come and welcome;
God’s free bounty glorify!
True belief and true repentance, Every grace that brings us nigh,
Without money,
Come to Jesus Christ and buy!

Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth,
Is to feel your need of Him:
This He gives you;
‘Tis the Spirit’s rising beam!

Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,
Bruised and broken by the fall;
If you tarry til you’re better,
You will never come at all:
Not the righteous –
Sinners Jesus came to call.

View Him prostrate in the garden;
On the ground your Maker lies;
Then on Calvary’s tree behold Him,
Hear Him cry, before He dies,
‘It is finished!’
Sinner, will not this suffice?

Lo! the incarnate God, ascended,
Pleads the merit of His blood;
Venture on Him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude;
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.

God of the Covenant
Hymn # 60 – Jesse F. Webb

God of the covenant, Triune Jehovah,
Marvels of mercy adoring we see;
Seeker of souls, in the counsels eternal
Binding Thy lost ones for ever to Thee.

Not now by words bringing death to transgressors,
Grace unto life the new covenant brings,
Jesus our Surety, our Kinsman-Redeemer,
Round us the robe of His righteous flings.

Blessings on blessings through ages unending,
Covenant fulness in glorious flood;
Ours is a hope which no mortal can measure,
Brought in by Jesus and sealed in His blood.

God of the Covenant – changeless, eternal
Father, Son, Spirit in blessing agree;
Thine be the glory, our weakness confessing,
Triune Jehovah, we rest upon Thee.

Here is Love
Hymn # 210 – William Rees

Here is love, vast as the ocean,
Lovingkindness as the flood,
When the Price of life, our ransom,
Shed for us His precious blood.
Who His love will not remember?
Who can cease to sing His praise?
He can never be forgotten
Throughout heaven’s eternal days.

On the Mount of Crucifixion
Fountains opened deep and wide;
Through the floodgates of God’s mercy
Flowed a vast and gracious tide.
Grace and love, like mighty rivers,
Poured incessant from above,
And heaven’s peace and perfect justice
Kissed a guilty world in love.

Holy, Holy, Holy
Hymn # 61 – Reginald Heber

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee;
Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty,
God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity!

Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore Thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee,
Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.

Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide Thee,
Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see,
Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee
Perfect in power, in love, and purity.

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty!
All Thy works shall praise Thy Name, in earth and sky and sea;
Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty,
God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity!

How Shall I Sing That Majesty?
Hymn # 10 – John Mason

How shall I sing that majesty which angels do admire?
Let dust in dust and silence lie; sing, sing ye heavenly choir.
Thousands of thousands stand around Thy throne, O God most high;
Ten thousand times ten thousand sound Thy praise; but who am I?

Thy brightness unto them appears, while I Thy footsteps trace;
A sound from God comes to my ears, but they behold Thy face.
They sing because Thou art their sun; Lord, send a beam on me;
For where heaven is but once begun there hallelujahs be.

Enlighten with faith’s light my heart, inflame it with love’s fire;
Then shall I sing and bear a part with that celestial choir.
I shall, I fear, be dark and cold, with all my fire and light;
Yet when Thou dost accept their gold, Lord, treasure up my mite.

How great a being, Lord, is Thine, Which doth all beings keep!
Thy knowledge is the only line to sound so vast a deep.
Thou art a sea without a shore, a sun without a sphere;
Thy time is now and evermore, Thy place is everywhere.

It is Well With My Soul
Hymn # 766 – Horatio Gates Spafford

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.

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

My sin – O the bliss of this glorious thought! –
My sin, not in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to His cross, and I bear it no more:
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

For me be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live!
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming, we wait;
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
O trump of the angel! O voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope! blessed rest of my soul.

It is well with my soul;
It is well, it is well with my soul!

Lead Me, Lord
Hymn # 892

Lead me, Lord, lead me in Thy righteousness;
Make Thy way plain before my face.
Lead me, Lord, lead me in Thy righteousness;
Make Thy way plain before my face.

For it is Thou, Lord, Thou, Lord, only,
That makest me dwell in safety.
For it is Thous, Lord, Thou, Lord, only,
That makest me dwell in safety.


Man of Sorrows!
Hymn # 221 – Philipp Paul Bliss

Man of Sorrows! what a name
For the Son of God who came
Ruined Sinners to reclaim!
Hallelujah! what a Savior.

Bearing shame and scoffing rude
In my place condemned He stood;
Sealed my pardon with His blood:
Hallelujah! what a Savior.

Guilty, vile and helpless, we;
Spotless Lamb of God was He;
Full atonement! – can it be?
Hallelujah! what a Savior.

Lifted up was He to die,
‘It is finished!’ was His cry;
Now in heaven exalted high:
Hallelujah! what a Savior!

 When He comes, our glorious King,
All His ransomed home to bring,
Then anew this song we’ll sing:
Hallelujah! what a Savior.

Mighty Christ From Time Eternal
Hymn # 117 – Titus Lewis

Mighty Christ from time eternal,
Mighty He man’s nature takes,
Mighty, when on Calv’ry dying,
Mighty death itself He breaks.
See His might,
Infinite,
King of heaven and earth by right!

Mighty was He in heaven’s purpose,
Mighty, in the pldege to save,
Mighty, from His birth to Calv’ry,
Mighty, bursting from the grave.
Still will He
Mighty be
When things hidden now we see.

Great my Jesus in His Person,
Great as God and man is He Great His comeliness and beauty,
White and ruddy, fair to see.
Great that sight,
Sovereign Might,
Throned secure on heaven’s height.

O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing
Hymn # 479 – Charles Wesley

O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace!

My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of Thy Name.

Jesus! the Name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
‘Tis music in the sinner’s ears,
‘Tis life, and health, and peace.

He breaks the power of cancelled sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood avails for me.

He speaks, and listening to His voice,
New life, the dead receive,
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.

Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Savior come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy.

Look unto Him, ye nations, own
Your God, ye fallen race;
Look, and be saved through faith alone,
Be justified by grace.

Onward March, All Conquering Jesus
Hymn # 465 William Williams

Onward march, all-conquering Jesus,
Gird Thee on Thy mighty sword;
Sinful earth can ne’er oppose Thee;
Hell itself quails at Thy Word.
Thy great Name is so exalted,
Every foe shrinks back in fear;
Terror creeps through all creation,
When it knows that Thou art near.

Free my soul from sin’s foul bondage;
Hasten now the glorious dawn;
Break proud Babel’s gates in sunder;
Let the massive bolts be drawn.
Forth, like ocean’s heaving surges,
Bring in myriads ransomed slaves,
Host on host, with shouts of triumph,
Endless, countless as the waves.

Even today I hear sweet music,
Praises of a blood-freed throng;
Full deliverance, glorious freedom,
Are their themes for endless song;
Whiter than the snow their raiment,
Victor palms they wave on hight,
As they pass, with fullest glory,
Into life’s felicity.

How my raptured soul rejoices
That the jubilee is near;
Every word will be accomplished
Spoken by our Savior here.
North and South, in countless myriads,
From earth’s darkest ends they come’
With the dance and gladsome music,
Into heaven’s eternal home.