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(SS&S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 – 150

(SS&S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 to 150. This is S S & S, otherwise known as Sacred Songs and Solos. It is a collection of spiritual worship hymns and songs for churches. Students use it in their assembly in many Christian schools.

S S & S songs are up to 1,000 hymns and counting. For the sake of convenience, we are splitting them into hundreds.

 

SS&S 101 The Lord is our Strength and Redeemer

1 The Lord is our Strength and Redeemer

The Rock where in safety we hide;

He feedeth His flock like a Shepherd,

His love shall for ever abide.

 

By cool flowing waters He leads them,

Where pastures are blooming and fair . .

He gathers the lambs in His bosom,

And carries them tenderly there ; . . .

He. gathers the lambs in His bosom,

And carries them tenderly there. . . .

 

2 The Lord is our Shield and Defender,

His eye never slumbers nor sleeps:

He feedeth His flock like a Shepherd,

Their footsteps from wandering He keeps.

 

3 The Lord is our Hope and Salvation,

Oh, glory and praise to His name!

He feedeth His flock like a Shepherd—

The weakest His blessings may claim.

 

 

SS&S 102 Man of Sorrows, What a name

1 Man of Sorrows,” what a name

For the Son of God, who came

Ruined sinners to reclaim!

Hallelujah! what a Saviour!

 

2 Bearing shame and scoffing rude

In my place condemned He stood:

Sealed my pardon with His blood

Hallelujah ! what a Saviour!

 

3 Guilty, vile, and helpless, we;

Spotless Lamb of God was He:

” Full atonement ! “—can it be ?

Hallelujah ! what a Saviour!

 

4 ” Lifted up ” was He to die,

It is finished! “was His cry

Now in heaven exalted high:

Hallelujah I what a Saviour!

 

5 When He comes, our glorious King,

Ail His ransomed home to bring

Then anew this song we’ll sing’

Hallelujah! what a Saviour!

 



 

SS&S 103 Joy to the world! The Lord is come

1 Joy to the world! the Lord is come

The mighty God, the Everlasting

Father, and the Prince of Peace!

Let every heart prepare Him room:

The mighty God, the Everlasting

Father, and the Prince of Peace!

 

2 Joy to the world ! the Saviour reigns

The mighty God, the Everlasting

Father, and the Prince of Peace!

Oh, praise Him, floods, rocks, hills, and plains,

The mighty God, the Everlasting

Father, and the Prince of Peace!

 

3 He rules the world with truth and grace,

The mighty God, the Everlasting

Father, and the Prince of Peace!

And saves us by His righteousness,

The mighty God, the Everlasting

Father, and the Prince of Peace!

 

 

SS&S 104 I’ve found A Friend in Jesus

1 I’ve found a friend in Jesus,—He’s everything to me

He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul

The ” Lily of the Valley,” in Him alone I see—

All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole

 

In sorrow He’s my comfort, in

trouble He’s my stay;

[roll: He tells me every care on Him to

He’s the ” Lily of the Valley,” the

“Bright and Morning Star “;

He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul!]

 

2 He all my grief has taken, and all my sorrows borne;

In temptation He’s my strong and mighty tower;

I’ve all for Him forsaken, I’ve all my idols torn

From my heart—and now He keeps me by His power.

Though all the world forsake me, and  Satan tempt me sore,

Through Jesus I shall safely reach the goal.

He’s the “Lily of the Valley,” the “Bright and Morning Star “;

He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul!

 

3 He’ll never, never leave me nor yet forsake me here,

[blessed will; While I live by faith, and do His

A wall of fire about me, I’ve nothing now to fear: [soul shall fill.

With His manna He my hungry

When crowned at last in glory, I’ll see His blessed face,

Where rivers of delight shall ever roll

His Names and Titles

He’s the ” Lily of the Valley,” the

Bright and Morning Star “;

He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul!

 



 

 

SS&S 105 Jesus, Thou Refuge of the soul,

1 Jesus, Thou Refuge of the soul,

To Thy dear arms I flee;

From Satan’s wiles, from self and sin,

Oh, make and keep me free.

 

2 Though clouds may rise, though tempests rage,

Thou wilt my shelter be, [true,

While with a steadfast heart and

My trust is stayed on Thee.

 

3 No power on earth, or power below,

Can tear me from Thy side,

If ‘neath Thy sheltering wings of love,

Dear Refuge, I abide.

 

4 Not death itself, that last dread foe,

Can hold me with his chain;

Through Christ, who conquered

And life eternal gain, [death, I rise,

 

106 Dear Refuge of my weary soul,

1 Dear Refuge of my weary soul,

On Thee, when sorrows rise.

On Thee, when waves of trouble roll,

My fainting hope relies.

 

2 To Thee I tell each rising grief,

For Thou alone canst heal;

Thy Word can bring a sweet relief

For every pain I feel.

 

3 But oh, when gloomy doubts prevail,

I fear to call Thee mine;

The springs of comfort seem to fail,

And all my hopes decline.

 

4 Yet, gracious God, where shad I flee ?

Thou art my only trust ; [Thee,

And still my soul would cleave to

Though prostrate in the dust.

 

5 Thy mercy-seat is open still,

Here let my soul retreat

With humble hope attend Thy will,

And wait beneath Thy feet.

 



 

SS&S 107 Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb

1 Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,

We love to hear of Thee;

No music’s like Thy charming name,

Nor half so sweet can be.

 

2 Oh, may we ever hear Thy voice

In mercy to us speak !

And in our Priest we will rejoice,

Thou great Melchisedek.

 

3 Our Jesus shall be still our theme

While in the world we stay;

We’ll sing our Jesus—lovely name !

When all things else decay.

 

4 When we appear in yonder cloud,

With all the ransomed throng,

Then will we sing more sweet, more

And Christ shall be our song, [loud,

 

 

SS&S 108 There is no name so sweet on earth

1 There is no name so sweet on earth,

No name so sweet in heaven;

The name before His wondrous birth,

To Christ the Saviour given.

We love to sing of Christ our King,

And hail Him blessed Jesus

For there’s no word ear ever heard

So dear, so sweet as “Jesus !”

 

2 And when He hung upon the tree,

They wrote this name above Him;

That all might see the reason we

For evermore must love Him.

 

3 So now, upon His Father’s throne-

Almighty to release us

From sin and pains—He ever reigns

The Prince and Saviour, Jesus.

 

4 O Jesus, by that matchless Name

Thy grace shall fail us never;

To-day as yesterday the same,

Thou art the same for ever!

 



 

SS&S 109 Rest of the weary, joy of the sad

1 Rest of the weary, joy of the sad;

Hope of the dreary, light of the glad;

Home of the stranger, strength to the end;

Refuge from danger, Saviour and Friend.

 

2 Pillow where, lying, love rests its head;

Peace of the dying, life of the dead;

Path of the lowly, prize at the end;

Breath of the holy, Saviour and Friend.

 

3 When my feet stumble, to Thee I’ll cry,

Crown of the humble, cross of the high

When my steps wander, over me bend,

Truer and fonder, Saviour and Friend.

 

4 Ever confessing Thee, I will raise

Unto Thee blessing, glory, and praise;

All my endeavour, world without end,

Thine to be ever, Saviour and Friend.

 

(SS &S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 – 150

 

SS&S 110  The Day-star hath risen, the night-clouds have flown

The Day-star hath risen, the night-clouds have flown;

No longer in sadness I wander alone;

Its beams in the valley reflected I see:

The Day-star hath risen—it shineth for me.

 

It shi – – – neth for me, . . shi neth

for me ; . . [neth for me. . .

The Day star hath ris – – en, it shi . . .

 

2 The Day-star hath risen in beauty sublime,

To cheer and illumine each far-distant clime;

The regions in darkness its beauty shall see:.

The Day-star hath risen—it shineth for me

 

3 The Day-star hath risen, it shineth for all;

O’er paths that are lonely its brightness will fall:

O blessed Redeemer, all honour to Thee,

Thou Day-star of glory that shinestfor me!

 



 

111  Joy to the world; the Lord is come!

Joy to the world; the Lord is come!

Let earth receive her King;

Let every heart prepare Him room,

And heaven and nature sing.

 

2  Joy to the world; the Saviour reigns!

Let men their songs employ;

While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains,

Repeat the sounding joy.

 

3  He rules the world with truth and grace;

And makes the nations prove

The glories of His righteousness,

And wonders of His love.

 

 

112  How sweet the name of Jesus sounds

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer’s ear;

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,

And drives away his fear.

 

2  It makes the wounded spirit whole,

And calms the troubled breast;

‘Tis manna to the hungry soul,

And to the weary rest.

 

3  Dear Name, the Rock on which I build,

My Shield and Hiding-place,

My never-failing Treasury, filled

With boundless stores of grace.

 

4  Jesus, my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend,

My Prophet, Priest, and King,

My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,

Accept the praise I bring.

 

5  I would Thy boundless love proclaim

With every fleeting breath;

So shall the music of Thy Name

Refresh my soul in death.

 



 

113  Blessed be the Fountain of blood

Blessed be the Fountain of blood,

To a world of sinners revealed;

Blessed be the dear Son of God:

Only by His stripes we are healed.

Tho’ I’ve wandered far from His fold,

Bringing to my heart pain and woe,

Wash me in the Blood of the Lamb,

And I shall be whiter than snow !

 

Whi – – ter than the snow, . . .

Whi – – ter than the snow, . . .

Wash me in the Blood of the Lamb… .

And I shall be whiter than snow ! . . . .

 

2  Thorny was the crown that He wore,

And the cross His body o’ercame;

Grievous were the sorrows He bore,

But He suffered not thus in vain.

May I to that Fountain be led,

Made to cleanse my sins here below!

Wash me in the Blood that He shed,

And I shall be whiter than snow!

 

3  Father, I have wandered from Thee,

Often has my heart gone astray;

Crimson do my sins seem to me—

Water cannot wash them away.

Jesus, to that Fountain of Thine,

Leaning on Thy promise I go;

Cleanse me by Thy washing divine,

And I shall be whiter than snow!

 

 

114   Look away to the cross of the  Cruci-fied One

Look away to the cross of the  Cruci-fied One,

Where He purchased salvation for you;

When He laid down His life, and completed the work

That the Father had sent Him to do.

 

Room at the cross, there is room at the cross,

And a welcome that all may receive;

There is room at the cross of the Crucified One,

And redemption for all who believe.

 

2  Look away to the cross of the Cruci-fied Oue,

To the Cross where He suffered and bled;

And to-day He invites you to come if you will,

And be cleansed in the blood that He shed.

 

3  Look away to the cross of the Cruci-fied One,

Where the wine-press alone He hath trod;

Where He cried in His anguish,

“Tis finished, ’tis done!”

And commended His spirit to God.

 

4  There is life at the cross of the Cruci-fied One,

And its hope is abiding and sure;

For the rapture that flows from the love He bestows

Shall for ever and ever endure.

 



 

115   When I survey the wondrous cross

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.

 

2  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,

 

3  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 ?

 

4  Were the whole realm of nature mine,

That were an offering far too small:

Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

 

 

116   On Calvary’s brow . . my Saviour died

On Calvary’s brow . . my Saviour died, . .

‘Twas there my Lord . . was cruci-fied : . .

‘Twas on the cross . . He bled for me, . .

And purchased there . . my pardon free.

 

O Calvary ! dark Calvary !

Where Jesus shed His blood for me : . .

O Calvary 1 blest Calvary !

‘Twas there my Saviour died for me.

 

2  ‘Mid rending rocks . . and darkening skies, . .

My Saviour bows . . His head and dies; . .

The opening vail . . reveals the way . .

To heaven’s joys . . and endless day.

 

3  O Jesus, Lord, . . how can it be, . .

That Thou shouldst give . . Thy life for me ?— . .

To bear the cross . . and agony, . .

In that dread hour . . on Calvary!

 



 

117   Not all the blood of beasts

Not all the blood of beasts

On Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience peace,

Or wash away the stain.

 

2  But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,

Takes all our sins away;

A sacrifice of nobler name,

And richer blood than they.

 

3  My faith would lay her hand

On that dear head of Thine,

While like a penitent I stand,

And there confess my sin.

 

4  My soul looks back to see

The burden Thou didst bear

When hanging on th’ accursed tree,

And knows her guilt was there.

 

 

118  Christ hath redeemed us

Christ hath redeemed us”: sing the glad word!

Mercy’s sweet message be telling,

How, through the ransom made by His blood,

Christ now within us is dwelling.

 

“Christ hath redeemed us”: Praise to His

Praise Him, ye angels in glory! [name!

“Christ hath redeemed us,” bearing our shame;

Tell out the wonderful story!

 

2  “Christ hath redeemed us,” making us free,

Free from the sins that enslaved us;

Never in bondage more Can we be,

Trusting in Him who hath saved us.

 

3  “Christ hath redeemed us”: we are His own,

Purchased by blood—He will hold us;

Nor will He ever leave us alone,

Safely His arms shall enfold us,

 

4  “Christ hath redeemed us”: soon with the throng

Gathered in glory we’ll meet Him;

Oh, with what rapture join in the song,

When face to face we shall greet Him!

 



 

119   Christ has for sin atonement made

Christ has for sin atonement made:

What a wonderful Saviour !

We are redeemed!—the price is paid:

What a wonderful Saviour !

 

What a wonderful Saviour is Jesus, my Jesus’

What a wonderful Saviour is Jesus, my Lord!

 

2 I praise Him for the cleansing blood:

What a wonderful Saviour !

That reconciled my soul to God:

What a wonderful Saviour !

 

3 He cleanses me from all my sin:

What a wonderful Saviour !

And now He reigns and rules within:

What a wonderful Saviour !

 

4 He walks beside me in the way:

What a wonderful Saviour !

And keeps me faithful day by day:

What a wonderful Saviour !

 

5 He gives me overcoming power:

What a wonderful Saviour !

And triumph in each trying hour:

What a wonderful Saviour!

 

6 To Him I’ve given all my heart:

What a wonderful Saviour!

The world shall never share a part:

What a wonderful Saviour!

 

 

120  Oh, what am I, that I should be

Oh, what am I, that I should be

The object of God’s wondrous grace ?

That He should send His Son to me,

That I might see Him face to face ?

 

It was for me, . . it was for me, . .

For me He left His throne above;

His grace, His goodness all for me, ..

For me the ocean of His love.

 

2 That He should give His Son for me,

A sacrifice of love Divine—

Of love as boundless as the sea,

That I might call the Saviour mine?

 

3 Oh, wondrous love, that He should leave

His throne, and come to earth for me !

Should give His life my soul to save,

The ransom pay that sets me free.

 

4 A life of service, death of shame,

Ensample true for all, for me—

Oh, shall I not adore His name,

Through time and through eternity.

 



 

 

121 On yonder hill of Calvary

On yonder hill of Calvary,

Where Jesus bled and died for me;

‘Twas there from sin He set me free,

On Calvary, dark Calvary.

 

On Cal – – vary, dark Calvary,

They nailed my Lord upon the tree—

And there He died in agony,

On Calvary, dark Calvary.

 

2 On yonder hill of Calvary,

Behold the world’s great tragedy;

The sun that awful hour did flee

From Calvary, dark Calvary.

 

3 On yonder hill of Calvary,

The sinner’s only hope and plea,

Christ gave Himself for such as we-

On Calvary, dark Calvary.

 

 

122  Oh, who is this that cometh

Oh, who is this that cometh

From Edom’s crimson plain,

With wounded side, with garments dyed ?

Oh, tell me now Thy name,

“I that saw thy soul’s distress,

A ransom gave;

I that speak in righteousness,

Mighty to save !

 

“Mighty to save ! ..

Mighty to save ! . .

Lord, I’ll trust Thy wondrous love,

Mighty to save !

 

2 Oh, why is Thine apparel

So very deeply dyed ?—

Like them that tread the wine-press red ?

Oh, why this crimson tide ?

“I the wine-press trod alone,

‘Neath darkening skies;

Of the people there was none

Mighty to save!”

 

3 O bleeding Lamb, my Saviour,

How couldst Thou bear this shame?

With mercy fraught, Thine arm hath brought

Salvation in Thy name !

“I the victory have won,

Conquered the grave:

Now the year of joy has come—

Mighty to save!”

 



(SS &S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 – 150

 

123  There is life for a look at the Crucified One

There is life for a look at the Crucified One,

There is life at this moment for thee;

Then, look, sinner, look unto Him

and be saved, .

Unto Him who was nailed to the tree

 

Look ! look ! look and live !

There is life for a look at the Crucified One,

There is life at this moment for thee.

 

2 Oh, why was He there as the Bearer of sin,

If on Jesus thy guilt was not laid ?

Oh, why from His side flowed the

sin-cleansing blood,

If His dying thy debt has not paid ?

 

3 It is not thy tears of repentance or prayers,

But the Blood, that atones for the soul;

On Him, then, who shed it, thou mayest at once

Thy weight of iniquities roll.

His Humiliation, Resurrection, and Glory

 

4 Then doubt not thy welcome, since

God has declared

There remaineth no more to be done;

That once in the end of the world

He appeared, [begun.

And completed the work He

 

5 Then take with rejoicing from Jesus at once

The life everlasting He gives;

And know with assurance thou never canst die,.

Since Jesus, thy Righteousness, lives

 

 

124  Look up ! look up ! ye weary ones

Look up ! look up ! ye weary ones,

Whose skies are veiled in night;

For He who knows the path you tread

Will yet restore the light;

Look up ! and hail the dawning

Of hope’s triumphant morning.

 

Behold Him ! behold Him !

Your Saviour lives to-day;

Behold Him ! behold Him !

The clouds have rolled away.

 

2 The gifts you bring with loving hand

Your Lord will not disown;

Their odours sweet to heaven shall rise

Like incense round His throne;

Look up ! and hail the dawning

Of joy’s transcendent morning.

 

3 Rejoice ! the grave is overcome,

And lo ! the angels sing;

The grandest triumph ever known

Has come through Christ our King;

All heaven proclaims the dawning

Of love’s all-glorious morning.

 



 

 

125 Behold a Fountain deep and wide

Behold a Fountain deep and wide,

Behold its onward flow;

‘Twas opened in the Saviour’s side

And cleanseth white as snow,

And cleanseth white as snow!

 

Come to this Fountain!

‘Tis flowing to-day;

And all who will may freely come,

And wash their sins away.

 

2 From Calvary’s cross, where Jesus died

In sorrow, pain, and woe,

Burst forth the wondrous crimson tide

That cleanseth white as snow,

That cleanseth white as snow !

 

3 Oh, may we all the healing power

Of that blest Fountain know !

Trust only in the precious blood

That cleanseth white as snow,

That cleanseth white as snow !

 

4 And when at last the message comes,

And we are called to go,

Our trust shall still be in the blood

That cleanseth white as snow !

That cleanseth white as snow !

 

 

126  O sacred Head once wounded

O sacred Head once wounded,

With grief and pain weighed down ,

How scornfully surrounded

With thorns, Thine only crown !

How art Thou pale with anguish,

With sore abuse and scorn !

How does that visage languish,

Which once was bright as morn.

 

2 O sacred Head, what glory,

What bliss till now was Thine !

Yet, though despised and gory,

I joy to call Thee mine:

Thy grief and Thy compassion

Were all for sinners’ gain;

Mine, mine was the transgression,

But Thine the deadly pain.

 

3 What language shall I borrow,

To praise Thee, heavenly Friend,

For this Thy dying sorrow,

Thy pity without end ?

Lord, make me Thine for ever,

Nor let me faithless prove;

Oh, let me never, never

Abuse such dying love !

 



 

 

127  Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious

Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious;

See the”Man of Sorrows”now

From the fight return victorious:

Every knee to Him shall bow !

 

Crown Him ! crown Him !

Angels, crown Him !

Crown the Saviour “King of kings !”

 

2 Crown the Saviour ! angels, crown Him!

Rich the trophies Jesus brings:

In the seat of power enthrone Him,

While the vault of heaven rings.

 

3 Sinners in derision crowned Him,

Mocking thus the Saviour’s claim;

Saints and angels crowd around Him,

Own His title, praise His name.

 

4 Hark the bursts of acclamation !

Hark those loud triumphant chords!

Jesus takes the highest station;

Oh, what joy the sight affords !

 

 

128   O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head

O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head !

Our load was laid on Thee;

Thou stoodest in the sinner’s stead,

Didst bear all ill for me.

A Victim led, Thy blood was shed !

Now there’s no load for me.

 

2 Death and the curse were in our cup:

O Christ, ’twas full for Thee !

Bat Thou hast drained the last dark drop,

Tis empty now for me:

That bitter cup, love drank it up,

Now blessing’s draught for me.

 

3 Jehovah lifted up His rod:

O Christ, it fell on Thee !

Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God;

There’s not one stroke for me.

Thy tears. Thy blood, beneath it flowed;

Thy bruising healeth me.

 

4 The tempest’s awful voice was heard;

O Christ, it broke on Thee !

Thy open bosom was my ward,

It braved the storm for me.

Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred;

Now cloudless peace for me.

 

5 Jehovah bade His sword awake,

O Christ, it woke ‘gainst Thee;

Thy blood the flaming blade must slake,

Thy heart its sheath must be.

All for my sake, my peace to make:

Now sleeps that sword for me.

 

6 For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,

And I have died in Thee:

Thou’rt risen—my bands are all un-tied;

And now Thou liv’st in me;

When purified, made white, and tried,

Thy glory then for me.

 



 

 

129  There is a fountain filled with blood

There is a fountain filled with blood,

Drawn from Immanuel’s veins,

And sinners plunged beneath that flood

Lose all their guilty stains,

 

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see

That fountain in his day;

And there may I, though vile as he,

Wash all my sins away.

 

3 E’er since by faith I saw the stream

Thy flowing wounds supply,

Redeeming love has been my theme,

And shall be till I die.

in praise every

 

4 Then in a nobler, sweeter song

I’ll sing Thy power to save,

When this poor lisping, stammering tongue

Lies silent in the grave.

 



 

 

130  March on, march on ! sing joyfully

March on, march on ! sing joyfully,

While the world, into hie awaking, [Day,

Hails the bright, bright ray of the glad Easter

O’er the hills in beauty breaking !

 

March on, while in praise every heart we raise

To Him, our King all-glorious,

For He lives on high no more to die,

And shall reign o’er the earth victorious !

March on, march on ! Etc.

 

2 March on, and proclaim our Re-deemer’s name,

Who rent the grave asunder,

And the angel eyes that saw Him rise,

How they gazed on the scene with wonder !

March on, march on ! Etc.

 

3 March on, and rejoice with a tuneful voice,

Ring out a grateful chorus;

To His courts away, oh, haste to-day,

Where the Saviour has gone before US !

March on, march on I etc.

 

 

131  My God, I have found the thrice-blessed ground

My God, I have found the thrice-blessed ground,

Where life and where joy and true comfort abound.

 

Hallelujah ! Thine the glory ! Hallelujah! Amen.

Hallelujah ! Thine the glory ! revive us again!

 

2 ‘Tis found in the blood of Him who once stood

My refuge and safety, my Surety with God.

 

3 He bore on the tree the sentence for me,

And now both the Surety and sinner are free.

 

4 Accepted I am in the once-offered Lamb;

It was God who Himself had devised the plan.

 

5 And though here below, ‘mid sorrow and woe,

My place is in heaven with Jesus, I know.

 

6 And this I shall find, for such is His mind,

“He’ll not be in glory, and leave me behind.”

 

7 For soon He will come, and take me safe home,

And make me to sit with Himself on His throne.

 



 

 

132  ‘Tis midnight : and on Olive’s brow

‘Tis midnight : and on Olive’s brow

The star is dimmed that lately shone;

‘Tis midnight ; in the garden now

The suffering Saviour prays alone.

 

2 ‘Tis midnight : and from all removed,

The Saviour wrestles ‘lone with fears;

E’en that disciple whom He loved

Heeds not his Master’s grief and tears.

 

3 ‘Tis midnight : and for others’ guilt

The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood;

Yet He, who hath in anguish knelt,

Is not forsaken by His God.

 

4 ‘Tis midnight : and from ether-plains

Ts borne the song that angels know;

Unheard by mortals are the strains

That sweetly soothe the Saviour’s woe.

 



 

 

133  Thou spotless Lamb of God

Thou spotless Lamb of God,

On Thee for help I lean;

I know Thy precious blood

Has power to make me clean.

Oh, take my burdened heart,

And wash away its sin;

Thy righteousness impart,

And make me pure within.

 

2 I have no hope beside,

I urge no other plea,

Save Thou hast lived and died,

Hast lived and died for me.

Thy pardoning voice I hear,

That tells me I am Thine;

I can no longer fear

Since Thou, O Christ, art mine !

 

3 For ever by Thy side

My willing soul would stay;

Be Thou my Guard and Guide

Through life’s uncertain day.

No other will I own,

No other name I plead;

Thou didst for sin atone,

And Thou art all I need.

 

(SS &S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 – 150

 

134  Jesus, keep me near the Cross

Jesus, keep me near the Cross:

There a precious fountain,

Free to all—a healing stream—

Flows from Calvary’s mountain.

 

In the Cross, in the Cross, be my glory ever;

Till my raptured soul shall find rest beyond the river.

 

2 Near the Cross, a trembling soul,

Love and mercy found me;

There the Bright and Morning Star

Shed its beams around me.

 

3 Near the Cross ! O Lamb of God,

Bring its scenes before me;

Help me walk from day to day,

With its shadow o’er me.

 

4 Near the Cross, I’ll watch and wait.

Hoping, trusting ever,

Till I reach the golden strand,

Just beyond the river.

 



 

 

135  Ride on ! ride on in majesty

Ride on ! ride on in majesty !

Hark ! all the tribes hosanna cry !

O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road

With palms and scattered garments strewed.

 

Ride on ! . . ride on . . in ma – -jesty ! . .

In low – – ly pomp . . ride on . . to die ! , ,

 

2 Ride on ! ride on in majesty !

The angel armies of the sky

Look down with sad and wondering eyes.

To see th’ approaching Sacrifice,

 

3 Ride on ! ride on in majesty !

The last and fiercest strife is nigh;

The Father on His sapphire throne

Awaits His own anointed Son.

 

4 Ride on ! ride on in majesty !

In lowly pomp ride on to die;

Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain,

Then take, O God, Thy power, and

Reign.

 

 

136  Enthroned is Jesus now

Enthroned is Jesus now

Upon His heavenly seat;

The kingly crown is on His brow,

The saints are at His feet.

 

There . . . with the glorified,

Safe … by our Saviour’s side,

We shall be satisfied by-and-by I

By- – – and-by 1 . . by- – – and-by

We shall be satisfied by-and-by I

 

2 In shining white they stand,

A great and countless throng;

A palmy sceptre in each hand,

On every lip a song.

 

3 They sing the Lamb of God,

Once slain on earth for them;

The Lamb through whose atoning blood

Each wears his diadem.

 

4 Thy grace, O Holy Ghost,

Thy blessed help supply,

That we may join that radiant host,

Triumphant in the sky !

 



 

 

137  Lo ! a fountain full and free

Lo ! a fountain full and free,

Flowing, ever flowing !

Fainting heart, it is for thee—

Flowing, ever flowing !

Ever sparkling, never still,

Taste its sweetness, all who will.

 

Flowing ever ! flowing, ever flowing !

Flowing ever ! flowing now for thee !

 

2 List the murmur that it speaks,

Flowing, ever flowing !

On the soul in song it breaks,

Flowing, ever flowing !

Singing weary souls to ease—

Music of all melodies.

 

3 Blessed fount ! the purest known,

Flowing, ever flowing !

Stream of life from out God’s throne,

Flowing, ever flowing !

Sacred blood for sinners spilt—

This can cleanse away thy guilt.

 

138  The blood has always precious been

The blood has always precious been,

‘Tis precious now to me;

Through it alone my soul has rest,

From fear and doubt set free.

 

Oh, wondrous is the crimson tide,

Which from my Saviour flowed !

And still in heaven my song shall be,

“The precious, precious blood I”

 

2 “I will remember now no more”—

God’s faithful Word has said—

“The follies and the sins of him

For whom My Son has bled.”

 

3 Not all my well-remembered sins

Can startle or dismay:

That precious blood atones for all,

And bears my guilt away.

 

4 Perhaps this feeble frame of mine

Will soon in sickness lie;

But, resting on that precious blood,

How peacefully I’ll die !

 



 

(SS &S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 – 150

 

139  Beneath the Cross of Jesus

Beneath the Cross of Jesus

I fain would take my stand—

The shadow of a mighty Rock

Within a weary land;

A home within the wilderness,

A rest upon the way, [heat,

From the burning of the noontide

And the burden of the day.

 

2 O safe and happy shelter,

O refuge tried and sweet,

O trysting place, where Heaven’s love

And Heaven’s justice meet !

As to the holy patriarch

That wondrous dream was given,

So seems my Saviour’s cross to me

A ladder up to heaven.

 

3 There lies beneath its shadow,

But on the farther side,

The darkness of an awful grave

That gapes both deep and wide;

And there between us stands the cross,

Two arms outstretched to save,

Like a watchman set to guard the way

From that eternal grave.

 

4 Upon that cross of Jesus

Mine eye at times can see

The very dying form of One

Who suffered there for me;

And from my smitten heart, with

Two wonders I confess— [tears,

The wonder of His glorious love,

And my own worthlessness.

 

5T take, O cross, thy shadow

For my abiding place;

T ask no other sunshine than

The sunshine of His face:

Content to let the world go by,

To know no gain nor loss—

My sinful self my only shame,

My glory all the cross.

 

 

140   All ye that pass by

All ye that pass by,

To Jesus draw nigh;

To you is it nothing

That Jesus should die ?

Your ransom and peace,

Your surety He is,

Come, see if there ever

Was sorrow like His.

 

2 For what you have done

His blood must atone:

The Father hath punished

For you His dear Son:

The Lord, in the day

Of His anger did lay

Your sins on the Lamb,

And He bore them away.

 

3 He died to atone

For sins not His own;

Your debt He hath paid

And your work He hath done:

Ye all may receive

The peace He did leave,

Who made intercession,

“My Father, forgive !”

 

4 For you and for me

He prayed on the tree;

The prayer is accepted,

The sinner is free;

The sinner am I,

Who on Jesus rely,

And come for the pardon

God cannot deny.

 

5 His death is my plea;

My Advocate see,

And hear the blood speak

That hath answered for me:

He purchased the grace

Which now I embrace;

O Father, Thou know’st

He hath died in my place !

 



 

 

141  The head that once was crowned with thorns

The head that once was crowned with thorns

Is crowned with glory now:

A royal diadem adorns

The mighty Victor’s brow.

 

2 The highest place that heaven affords

Is His by sovereign right:

The King of kings, and Lord of lords,

He reigns in perfect light.

 

3 The joy of all who dwell above,

The joy of all below,

To whom He manifests His love,

And grants His name to know.

 

4 To them the cross, with all its shame,

With all its grace, is given:

Their name, an everlasting name;

Their joy, the joy of heaven.

 

5 They suffer with their Lord below,

They reign with Him above;

Their profit and their bliss to know

The fulness of His love.

 

6 His cross to them is life and health,

Though it was death to Him;

Their present hope, and joy, and wealth,

And their eternal theme,

 

(SS &S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 – 150

 

142   Nothing either great or small

Nothing either great or small—

Nothing, sinner, no;

Jesus did it, did it all,

Long, long ago.

 

“It is finished !”yes, indeed,

Finished every jot :

Sinner, this is all you need—

Tell me, is it not ?

 

2 When He, from His lofty throne,

Stooped to do and die.

Everything was fully done:

Hearken to His cry.

 

3 Weary, working, burdened one,

Wherefore toil you so ?

Cease your doing ; all was done

Long, long ago.

 

4 Till to Jesus’ work you cling

By a simple faith,

“Doing” is a deadly thing—

“Doing” ends in death.

 

5 Cast your deadly

“doing” down —

Down at Jesus’ feet;

Stand in Him, in Him alone,

Gloriously complete.

 



 

 

143  Free from the law, oh, happy condition

Free from the law, oh, happy condition!

Jesus hath bled, and there is remission!

Cursed by the law, and bruised by the fall,

Grace hath redeemed us once for all.

 

Once for all, O sinner, receive it;

Once for all, O brother, believe it:

Cling to the Cross, the burden will fall;

Christ hath redeemed us once for all.

 

2 Now are we free—there’s no condemnation,

Jesus provides a perfect salvation;

“Come unto Me”—oh, hear His sweet call,

Come, and He saves us once for all.

 

3 “Children of God !” oh, glorious calling!;

Surely His grace will keep us from falling

Passing from death to life at His call,

Blessed salvation once for all.

 

 

144  When God of old the way of life

When God of old the way of life

Would teach to all His own,

He placed them safe beyond the reach

Of death, by blood alone.

 

It is His word, . . God’s precious word, . .

It stands for ever true :

“When I the Lord . . shall see the blood, . .

I will pass over you.”

 

2 By Christ, the sinless Lamb of God,

The precious blood was shed,

When He fulfilled God’s holy Word,

And suffered in our stead.

 

3 O soul, for thee salvation thus

By God is freely given;

The blood of Christ atones for sin,

And makes us meet for heaven.

 

4 The wrath of God that was our due,

Upon the Lamb was laid;

And by the shedding of His blood

The debt for us was paid.

 

5 How calm the judgment hour shall

To all who do obey [pass

The Word of God, and trust the blood,

And make that Word their stay !

 



 

 

145  Would you be free from your burden of sin

Would you be free from your burden of sin ?

There’s power in the blood, power in the blood;

Would you o’er evil a victory win ?

There’s wonderful power in the blood.

 

There is power, . . . power, wonder-working power

In the blood … of the Lamb ; . . .

There is power, . . . power, wonder-working power

In the precious blood of the Lamb.

 

2 Would you be free from your passion

and pride ? [in the blood;

There’s power in the blood, power

Come for a cleansing to Calvary’s tide,

There’s wonderful power in the blood.

 

3 Would you be whiter, much whiter

than snow ? [in the blood;

There’s power in the blood, power

Sin-stains are lost in its life-giving flow,

There’s wonderful power in the blood.

 

4 Would you do service for Jesus your King ?

There’s power in the blood, power in the blood;

Would you live daily His praises to sing ?

There’s wonderful power in the blood.

 

 

146  Behold, the Easter-tide is here

Behold, the Easter-tide is here,

With Easter joy and bloom:

Behold, the stone is rolled away,

To show a conquered tomb.

 

Jesus is risen, as He said—

Risen in triumph from the grave I

Rejoice and sing on this Easter-tide—

Jesus is risen, mighty to save I

 

2 Behold, the vestures of the dead,

All folded back with care:

Behold, the dark and vacant tomb,

For Jesus is not there.

 

3 Behold, He walks the earth again,

Exalted in His love:

Behold, the glory on His brow,

Reflected from above.

 

4 Behold, the Easter-tide is here,

With Easter song and word:

Behold, amid these Easter gifts,

The triumph of the Lord.

 

(SS&S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 – 150

 

147 The Lord of glory ! who is He

The Lord of glory ! who is He ?

Who is the King of glory ?

Only the Son of God can be

The Christ, the King of glory :

Consider all His wounds, and see

How Jesus’ death upon the tree

Proclaims Him King of glory.

 

2 Above all heavens, at God’s right hand,

Now sits the King of glory;

The angels by His favour stand

Before the throne of glory:

Swiftly they fly at His command,

To guard His own of every land.

To keep the heirs of glory.

 

3 Death and the grave confess the Lamb

To be the King of glory;

The powers of darkness dread His name,

All creatures show His glory:

He said, Ere Abraham was I AM”—

Jesus is evermore the same,

Th’ Almighty King of glory.

 

4 Thrice happy who in Him believe,

They soon will share His glory;

Born of His Spirit, they receive

His secret pledge of glory :

Taught by His cross, for sin they grieve;

He calls them brethren, and they cleave

To Him, their hope of glory.

 

 

SS&S 148  Soft and sweet the bells are ringing

Soft and sweet the bells are ringing

From the steeple old and grey;

Sweet and soft the children singing-

Christ the Lord arose to-day !

 

Sweetly, softly sounds the anthem,

For the stone is rolled away;

Glory, honour give to Jesus

On this resurrection day !

 

2 Sweeter far than earthly music

Since the Christmas melody,

Is this song of Easter glory,

This glad psalm of victory.

 

3 Love’s redeeming work is finished,

Fought the fight, the victory won;

Glory, glory in the highest !

To the Father and the Son.

 



 

SS&S 149  Hark ! ten thousand harps and voices

Hark ! ten thousand harps and voices

Sound the note of praise above;

Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices;

Jesus reigns, the God of love:

. . . See, He sits on yonder throne;

. . . Jesus rules the world alone.

Hallelujah ! hallelujah !

Jesus rules the world alone.

 

2 King of glory ! reign for ever—

Thine an everlasting crown;

Nothing from Thy love shall sever

Those whom Thou hast made Thine own;—

His Humiliation, Resurrection, and Glory

. . . Happy objects of Thy grace,

. . . Destined to behold Thy face.

Hallelujah ! hallelujah !

Destined to behold Thy face.

 

3 Saviour ! hasten Thine appearing;

Bring, oh bring the glorious day,

When the awful summons hearing,

Heaven and earth shall pass away;

. . . Then, with golden harps we’ll

…” Glory, glory to our King ! [sing,

Hallelujah ! hallelujah !

Glory, glory to our King !”

 

ALSO READ: SACRED SONGS AND SOLOS HYMNS 1 – 100

 

SS&S 150  Jesus lives, and Jesus leads

Jesus lives, and Jesus leads,

Though the way be dreary;

Morn to darkest night succeeds,

Courage, then, ye weary:

Still the faithful Shepherd feeds;

Jesus lives, and Jesus leads.

 

2 All the words He ever spoke,

Still to us He speaketh;

All the bread He ever broke,

Still for us He breaketh:

Still the faithful Shepherd feeds;

Jesus lives, and Jesus leads.

 

3 Jesus lives, but Jesus died;

Love to death consigned Him:

Death the mighty Love resigned,

Could not hold or bind Him:

Therefore still He meets our needs;

Jesus lives, and Jesus leads.

 

4 Jesus lives, and every grace

Comes because He giveth;

Life and love in every place

Live, for Jesus liveth:

All our thoughts His love exceeds;

Jesus lives, and Jesus leads.

 

5 Yes, if Jesus lives, He leads—

He will not forsake us;

He will crown His gracious deeds,

And to glory take us:

Till that hour the Shepherd feeds;

Jesus lives, and Jesus leads.

 

(SS&S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 – 150

(SS&S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 – 150

(SS&S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 – 150

(SS&S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 – 150

(SS&S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 – 150

(SS&S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 – 150

(SS&S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 – 150

(SS&S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 – 150

(SS&S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 – 150

(SS&S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 – 150

(SS&S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 – 150

(SS&S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 – 150

(SS&S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 – 150

(SS&S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 – 150

(SS&S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 101 – 150