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Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 551 – 600

(S S &S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns. 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 551  Firm as a rock, that in the mighty ocean

Hurls back the waves, and with majestic form,

Grand and sublime, amid their wild commotion

Heeds not the tempest nor the raging storm.


Firm as a rock ! no power shall cleave asunder,

Though lightnings flash and thunders loudly roar;

So will we trust in Him, our great Redeemer—-

Jesus, our hiding-place, for evermore !



Firm as a rock, that in the thirsty desert

Veils like a cloud the noontide’s burning ray,

While with delight the worn and weary traveller

Turns to its shadow from his lonely way.



Firm as a rock, though surges dash

around us !

Firm as a rock, though trials dark may fall !

Yet shall we cling to Him, the Rock of Ages,

Jesus, the Holy One, our All in All !



Firm as a rock, when earthly scenes

are waning !

Firm as a rock, when Jordan’s billows roll !

Firm as a rock, we’ll rest upon His promise !

Jesus, the Refuge of the weary soul !



SS & S 552  Lord Jesus, Thou dost keep Thy child

Through sunshine or through tempests wild ;

Jesus, I trust in Thee !

Thine is such wondrous power to save,

Thine is the mighty love that gave

Its all on Calvary.



O glorious Saviour ! Thee I praise ;

To Thee my new glad song I raise,

And tell of what Thou art.

Thy grace is boundless in its store ;

Thy face of love shines evermore :

Thou givest me Thy heart.



Upon Thy promises I stand, [hand

Trusting in Thee: Thine own right

Doth keep and comfort me !

My soul doth triumph in Thy Word ;

Thine, Thine be all the praise, dear Lord,

As Thine the victory.



Love perfecteth what it begins :

Thy power doth save me from my sins—–

Thy grace upholdeth me.

This life of trust — how glad, how sweet !

My need and Thy great fulness meet,

And I have all in Thee.


SS & S 553  Love divine, how sweet Thou art !

When shall I find my willing heart

All taken up by Thee ?

I thirst, I faint, I die to prove

The greatness of redeeming love,

The love of Christ to me !



Stronger His love than death or hell ;

Its riches are unsearchable :

The first-born sons of light

Desire in vain its depths to see ;

They cannot reach the mystery,

The length, and breadth, and height.



God only knows the love of God ;

Oh, that it now were shed abroad

In this poor stony heart :

For love I sigh, for love I pine :

This only portion, Lord, be mine,

Be mine this better part.



Oh, that I could for ever sit

With Mary at the Master’s feet ;

Be this my happy choice :

My only care, delight, and bliss,

My joy, my heaven on earth, be this,

To hear the Bridegroom’s voice.



SS & S 554  He feedeth His flock like a Shepherd,

Where pastures are blooming and fair;

He gathers the lambs in His bosom,

And shelters them tenderly there.


He feed – – eth His flock, . . His flock . . . like a


And ga – – thers the lambs, . . the lambs . . . in His bosom ;

He feed – – eth His flock, . . His flock . . . like a


And ga – – thers the lambs, . . the lambs . . . in His bosom.



He feedeth His flock like a Shepherd ;

And when in the desert they roam,

He patiently follows their footsteps,

Arid leadeth them tenderly home.



He feedeth His flock like a Shepherd ;

The weakest His kindness may claim ;

He never will leave nor forsake them

Who trust in His excellent name.



SS & S 555  When storms around are sweeping,

When lone my watch I’m keeping,

“Mid fires of evil falling,

“Mid tempters’ voices calling,


Remember me. O Mighty One !

Remember me, O Mighty One !



When walking on life’s ocean,

Control its raging motion ;

When from its dangers shrinking,

When in its dread deeps sinking,



When weight of sin oppresses,

When dark despair distresses,

AH through the life that’s mortal,

And when I pass death’s portal.



SS & S 556  Jesus, Saviour, pilot me,

Over life’s tempestuous sea ;

Unknown waves before me roll,

Hiding rock and treacherous shoal ;

Chart and compass come from Thee :

Jesus, Saviour, pilot me !



As a mother stills her child,

Thou canst hush the ocean wild ;

Boisterous waves obey Thy will

When Thou say’st to them “Be still ! ”

Wondrous Sovereign of the sea,

Jesus, Saviour, pilot me !



When at last I near the shore,

And the fearful breakers roar

‘Twixt me and the peaceful rest—-

Then, while leaning on Thy breast,

May I hear Thee say to me,

” Fear not ! I will pilot thee ! ”



SS & S 557  In Thy cleft, O Rock of Ages, hide

Thou me !

When the fitful tempest rages, hide Thou me !

Where no mortal arm can sever

From my heart Thy love for ever,

Hide me, O Thou Rock of Ages,

Safe in Thee !



From the snare of sinful pleasure,

hide Thou me !

Thou, my soul’s eternal Treasure, hide Thou me !

When the world its power is wielding,

And my heart is almost yielding,

Hide me, O Thou Rock of Ages,

Safe in Thee !



In the lonely night of sorrow, hide

Thou me !

Till in glory dawns the morrow, hide Thou me !

When I’m nearing Jordan’s billow,

Let Thy bosom be my pillow ;

Hide me, O Thou Rock of Ages,

Safe in Thee !



SS & S 558  My soul at last a rest hath found,

A rest that will not fail ;

A sure and certain anchorage ground

In Christ within the vail.


O Rock . . of Ages, cleft for me,

In Thee . . my soul securely hide !

My tower of strength, I fly to Thee,

And safely there abide.



I’ll hide me in this refuge strong,

From every stormy blast ;

And sit and sing until the waves

Of wrath are overpast.



Ye comfortless and tempest-tost,

By sins and woes opprest :

Ye tempted, troubled, ruined, lost,

Come find in Christ your rest !



Ye thirsty, from this smitten Rock

Life’s crystal water spring ;

There hide from every stormy shock,

And rest, and drink, and sing !



SS & S 559  The Lord is my Refuge, my Strength and Shield,

And this of a truth I know ;

His tender protection is o’er me still,

My comfort where’er I go.


Though bright with the joys that no tongue can tell,

Eternity’s years may be ;

Oh, never, no, never, can I forget

His wonderful love to me !



The Lord is my Refuge, my Strength,

and Shield,

All glory to Him I’ll give ;

And sing of His mercy by night and day,

For only in Him I live.



The Lord is my Refuge, my Strength, and Shield,

My Saviour, my Friend, and Guide !

He makes me a child and an heir of grace :

Oh, what can I ask beside ?



SS & S 560  Blessed is he that is trusting the Lord,

For the help that he daily needs ;

He shall inherit the promised reward,

If he follow where Jesus leads.


Trust . . . in the Lord with all . . thine heart, . .

And in all thy ways acknowledge Him, . .

And He shall direct thy paths ; . . .

Trust … in the Lord . . . with all . . thine heart, . .

And in all thy ways acknowledge Him, . .

And He shall direct thy paths.



Blessed is he that is trusting the Lord,

Who doth follow the heavenly way ;

Keeping with patience and hope the path,

All his steps shall be guarded each day.



Blessed is he whom the Father will aid,

And the Saviour will e’er befriend ;

He shall not fear, and shall not be dismayed,

For the Lord will his soul defend.



Blessed is he who will keep in the way

That will upward and onward lead ;

Walking by faith in His love every day,

Who supplieth his daily need.


SS & S 561  Give to the winds thy fears ;

Hope, and be undismayed :

God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears;

God shall lift up thy head,



Through waves, and clouds, and storms,

He gently clears thy way ;

Wait thou His time; so shall the night

Soon end in joyous day.



He everywhere hath sway,

And all things serve His might;

His every act pure blessing is,

His path unsullied light.



When He makes bare His arm,

What shall His work withstand ?

When He His people’s cause defends,

Who, who shall stay His hand ?



Leave to His sovereign sway

To choose and to command ;

With wonder filled thou then shalt own

How wise, how strong His hand.



Thou comprehend’st Him not ;

Yet earth and heaven tell,

God sits as Sovereign on His throne—-

He ruleth all things well.



Thou seest our weakness, Lord,

Our hearts are known to Thee :

Oh, lift Thou up the sinking hand,

Confirm the feeble knee !



Let us, in life and death,

Thy steadfast truth declare ;

And publish, with our latest breath,

Thy love and guardian care.



SS & S 562  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,

Ev’n for His own name’s sake.



Yea, 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 for evermore

My dwelling-place shall be.


SS & S 563  Trust God as a child of His love,

Trust in Him to guide you with

His eye ;

Trust God for the blessings of life,

For these He will supply.


Trust God, as He has told you, and look to Him

from day to day ;

Put your trust in God, as the Guardian of your way.



Trust God when the tempter is near,

Trust in Him for grace to turn aside ;

Trust God ‘mid the billows of life.

A refuge to provide.



Trust God at the coming of grief,

Trust in Him to soothe its bitter pain;

Trust God ‘mid the burdens of life,

To strengthen and sustain.



Trust God as you journey along,

Trust in Him for grace to win the prize;

Trust God till you answer the call

To meet Him in the skies.



SS & S 564  I know not what awaits me ;

God kindly veils mine eyes,

And o’er each step of my onward way

He makes new scenes to rise ;

And every joy He sends me comes

A sweet and glad surprise.


Where He may lead I’ll follow,

My trust in Him repose :

And every hour in perfect peace

I’ll sing, ” He knows ! He knows ! ”



One step I see before me ;

‘Tis all I need to see :

The light of heaven more brightly shines,

When earth’s illusions flee ;

And sweetly thro’ the silence comes

His loving, ” Follow Me.”



Oh, blissful lack of wisdom !

‘Tis blessed not to know ;

He holds me with His own right hand,

And will not let me go ;

And lulls my troubled soul to rest

In Him who loves me so.



So on I go—-not knowing,

I would not if I might ;

I’d rather walk in the dark with God

Than go alone in the light ;

I’d rather walk by faith with Him

Than go alone by sight.


SS & S 565  I am sailing afar on the ocean of life,

In my bark that is slender and frail ;

But I know not a fear with my Pilot to steer,

And in safety I\meet every gale.


Jesus is my Pilot,

The Pilot of my soul ;

I will ever trust Him,

Though surging billows roll.



I am tossed on the waves, to the

deeps I am borne,

But my Pilot is strong at the helm ;

In His love I abide, in His promise


And the wild waters never o’erwhelm.



When the harbour appears, and my

voyage is done,

And the storms never come to me more ;

Oh, what joy it will be all my loved

ones to see,

When we meet on eternity’s shore.



SS & S 566  Amid the trials that I meet,

Amid the thorns that pierce my feet,

One thought remains supremely sweet—-

Thou thinkest, Lord, of me !


Thou thinkest, Lord, of me ! . .

Thou thinkest, Lord, of me ! . .

What need I fear when Thou art near,

And thinkest, Lord, of me ?



The cares of life come thronging fast,

Upon my soul their shadows cast ;

Their gloom reminds my heart at last—-

Thou thinkest, Lord, of me !



Let shadows come, let shadows go,

Let life be bright, or dark with woe,

I am content ; for this I know—-

Thou thinkest, Lord, of me !


SS & S 567  Jesus, my Shepherd and Saviour divine,

Trusting in Thee, trusting in Thee ;

Oh, what a foretaste of glory is mine

While I am trusting in Thee !


Trust – ing, . trust – ing, .

Jesus, my Saviour, in Thee ; . .

Oh, what a foretaste of glory is mine,

While I am trusting in Thee !



What though around me the billows may roll ?

Trusting in Thee, trusting in Thee ;

Firm on the Rock I have anchored my soul ;

Lord, I am trusting in Thee !



What if the shadows encompass my way ?

Trusting in Thee, trusting in Thee ;

Lord, Thou hast promised Thy strength as my day,

While I am trusting in Thee.



Jesus, my Shepherd, Redeemer, and Friend,

Trusting in Thee, trusting in Thee;

Thou wilt deliver, and Thou wilt defend,

While I am trusting in Thee.


SS & S 568  Precious thought—–my Father knoweth !

In His love I rest ;

For whate’er my Father doeth

Must be always best ;

Well I know the heart that planneth

Naught but good for me ;

Joy and sorrow interwoven,

Love in all I see.



Precious thought—-my Father knoweth !

Careth for His child ;

Bids me nestle closer to Him,

When the storms beat wild;

Though my earthly hopes are shattered,

And the teardrops fall,

Yet He is Himself my solace,

Yea, my ” all in all.”



Oh to trust Him then more fully !

Just to simply move

In the conscious calm enjoyment

Of the Father’s love ; [way

Knowing that life’s chequered path-

Leadeth to His rest ;

Satisfied the way He taketh

Must be always best.


SS & S 569  Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole,

I want Thee for ever to live in my soul ;

Break down every idol, cast out every foe—

Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.


Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow,

Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.



Lord Jesus, let nothing unholy remain,

Apply Thine own blood and extract every stain ;

To get this blest cleansing I all things forego—-

Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.



Lord Jesus, look down from Thy

throne in the skies,

And help me to make a complete sacrifice ;

I give up myself and whatever I know—-

Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.


4 Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat ;

I wait, blessed Lord, at Thy crucified feet ;

By faith, for my cleansing, I see Thy

blood flow—

Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.



Lord Jesus, Thou seest I patiently wait ;

Come now, and with me a new heart create ;

To those who have sought Thee,

Thou never saidst No—-

Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.


SS & S 570  Saviour, more than life to me,

I am clinging, clinging close to Thee ;

Let Thy precious blood, applied,

Keep me ever, ever near Thy side.


Every day, . . every hour, . .

Let me feel Thy cleansing power ;

May Thy tender love to me

Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to Thee.



Through this changing world below.

Lead me gently, gently as I go ;

Trusting Thee, I cannot stray,

I can never, never lose my way.



Let me love Thee more and more,

Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o’er;

Till my soul is lost in love,

In a brighter, brighter world above.


SS & S 571  More about Jesus would I know,

More of His grace to others show ;

More of His saving fulness see,

More of His love—-who died for me.


More, more about Jesus,

More, more about Jesus ;

More of His saving fulness see,

More of His love who died for.



More about Jesus let me learn,

More of His holy will discern ;

Spirit of God, my teacher be,

Showing the things of Christ to me.



More about Jesus ; in His Word

Holding communion with my Lord ;

Hearing His voice in every line,

Making each faithful saying mine.



More about Jesus, on His throne,

Riches in glory all His own ;

More of His kingdom’s sure increase ;

More of His coming—-Prince of Peace.



SS & S 572  Fountain of purity opened for sin,

Here may the penitent wash and be clean ;

Jesus, Thou blessed Redeemer from woe,

Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.


Whiter than snow, . . . whiter than snow ; . . .

Wash me, Redeem – – er, and I shall be whiter

than snow.



Though I have laboured again and again,

All my self-cleansing is utterly vain ;

Jesus, Redeemer from sorrow and woe,

Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.



Cleanse Thou the thoughts of my

heart, I implore ;

Help me Thy light to reflect more and more ;

Daily in loving obedience to grow,

Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.



Whiter than snow ! nothing farther I need ;

Christ is the Fountain: this only I plead ;

Jesus, my Saviour, to Thee will T go—-

Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.



SS & S 573  Show me Thy face—-one transient gleam

Of loveliness Divine,

And I shall never think or dream

Of other Jove save Thine :

All lesser light will darken quite,

All lower glories wane,

The beautiful of earth will scarce

Seem beautiful again.



Show me Thy face—-my faith and love

Shall henceforth fixed be

And nothing here have power to move

My soul’s serenity.

My life shall seem a trance, a dream,

And all I feel and see,

Illusive, visionary—-Thou

The one reality !



Show me Thy face—–I shall forget

The weary days of yore,

The fretting ghosts of vain regret

Shall haunt my soul no more.

All doubts and fears for future years

In quiet rest subside,

And naught but blest content and calm

Within my breast reside.



Show me Thy face—-the heaviest cross

Will then seem light to bear,

There will be gain in every loss,

And peace with every care.

With such light feet the years will fleet,

Life seem as brief as blest,

Till I have laid my burden down,

And entered into rest.



SS & S 574  Thou my everlasting Portion,

More than friend or life to me,

All along my pilgrim journey,

Saviour, let me walk with Thee.


Close to Thee, close to Thee,

Close to Thee, close to Thee,

All along my pilgrim journey,

Saviour, let me walk with Thee.



Not for ease or worldly pleasure,

Not for fame my prayer shall be;

Gladly will I toil and suffer,

Only let me walk with Thee.


Gladly will I toil and suffer,

Only let me walk with Thee.



Lead me through the vale of shadows,

Bear me o’er life’s fitful sea ;

Then the gate of life eternal

May I enter, Lord, with Thee.


Then the gate of life eternal

May I enter, Lord, with Thee.


SS & S 575  Soul of mine, in earthly temple

Why not here content abide ?

Why art thou for ever pleading ?

Why art thou not satisfied ?


I . . . shall be satisfied,

I . . . shall be satisfied,

When I awake in His likeness.



Soul of mine, my heart is clinging

To the earth’s fair pomp and pride ;

Ah, why dost thou thus reprove me ?

Why art thou not satisfied ?



Soul of mine, must I surrender,

See myself as crucified,

Turn from all of earth’s ambition,

That thou may’st be satisfied ?



Soul of mine, continue pleading;

Sin rebuke, and folly chide:

I accept the cross of Jesus,

That thou may’st be satisfied.



SS & S 576  I want the adorning Divine,

Thou only, my God, canst bestow ;

I want in those beautiful garments to shine,

Which distinguish Thy household below.

I want every moment to feel

That Thy Spirit resides in my heart,

That His power is present to cleanse and to heal,

And newness of life to impart.



I want, oh, I want to attain

Some likeness, my Saviour, to Thee !

That longed-for resemblance once

more to regain—-

Thy comeliness put upon me !

I want to be marked for Thine own,

Thy seal on my forehead to wear;

To receive that ” new name ” on the

mystic white stone,

Which none but Thyself can declare.



I want as a traveller to haste

Straight onward, nor pause on my way ;

Nor forethought, nor anxious contrivance to waste

On the tent only pitched for a day.

I want, and this sums up my prayer,

To glorify Thee till I die ;

Then calmly to yield up my soul to

Thy care,

And breathe out, in faith, my last sigh.



SS & S 577  I need Thee every hour,

Most gracious Lord ;

No tender voice like Thine

Can peace afford.


I need Thee, oh, I need Thee ;

Every hour I need Thee ;

Oh, bless me now, my Saviour !

I come to Thee.



I need Thee every hour,

Stay Thou near by ;

Temptations lose their power

When Thou art nigh.



I need Thee every hour,

In joy or pain ;

Come quickly and abide,

Or life is vain.



I need Thee every hour ;

Teach me Thy will ;

And Thy rich promises

In me fulfil.



I need Thee every hour,

Most Holy One :

Oh, make me Thine indeed,

Thou blessed Son.



SS & S 578  I would have the Saviour with me,

For I dare not walk alone ;

I would feel His presence near me,

And His arm around me thrown.


Then my soul . . . shall fear no ill, . . .

While He leads … me where He will, . . .

I will go . . . without a murmur,

And His footsteps follow still.



I would have the Saviour with me,

For my faith, at best, is weak ;

He can whisper words of comfort

That no other voice can speak.



I would have the Saviour with me

In the onward march of life, [shine,

Through the tempest and the sun-

Through the battle and the strife.



I would have the Saviour with me,

That His eye the way may guide,

Till I reach the vale of Jordan,

Till I cross the rolling tide.


SS & S 579  Thou whose hand thus far hath led

Wheresoe’er my path may be ; [me,

Lord, I pray that Thou wilt ever

Draw, and keep me near to Thee.

Near to Thee, O Lord, to Thee—-

Draw me ever near to Thee.



When the way is dark and cheerless,

When no ray of light I see,

May Thine arms of love and mercy

Draw me ever near to Thee.



Thou in whom my soul is trusting,

Hope of life and joy to me ;

While on earth a pilgrim stranger,

Draw me ever near to Thee.



SS & S 580  Nearer, blessed Jesus, to Thy wounded side;

Nearer to Thy heart of love, would my soul abide;

There alone is safety, there alone is rest,

When beset with danger, when with guilt opprest.



Purer, Saviour, purer, may I ever be,

Free from every earthly stain, more,

O Lord, like Thee ;

Listening ‘mid the tempest for Thy

” Peace, be still ! ”

Trusting when in darkness, resting in Thy will.



Watching, ever watching, even unto prayer ;

Leaving all with Jesus, yielding every care ;

Trusting, fully trusting, every promise sweet ;

Learning life’s great lesson at Thy precious feet.



Waiting, only waiting, till the hour

shall come, [the heavenly home ;

When with joy I’ll meet Him there, in

Oh for that glad morning, when my Lord again,

” Glorified in all His saints,”

comes with them to reign !


SS & S 581  Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee ;

E’en though it be a cross

That raiseth me,

Still all my song shall be—-

Nearer, my God, to Thee !

Nearer to Thee !



Though, like the wanderer,

The sun gone down,

Darkness be over me,

My rest a stone,

Yet in my dreams I’d be

Nearer, my God, to Thee !

Nearer to Thee !



There let the way appear

Steps unto heaven ;

All that Thou sendest me

In mercy given :

Angels to beckon me

Nearer, my God, to Thee !

Nearer to Thee !



Then with my waking thoughts

Bright with Thy praise,

Out of my stony griefs

Bethel I’ll raise :

So by my woes to be

Nearer, my God, to Thee !

Nearer to Thee !



Or if on joyful wing

Cleaving the sky,

Sun, moon, and stars forgot,

Upward I fly,

Still all my song shall be—-

Nearer, my God, to Thee !

Nearer to Thee !



SS & S 582  More holiness give me, more strivings within ;

More patience in suffering, more sorrow for sin ;

More faith in my Saviour, more

sense of His care ;

More joy in His service, more purpose in prayer.



More gratitude give me, more trust in the Lord ;

More zeal for His glory, more hope in His Word ;

More tears for His sorrows, more

pain at His grief;

More meekness in trial, more praise for relief.



More purity give me, more strength

to o’ercome ;

More freedom from earth-stains,

more longings for home ;

More fit for the kingdom, more used

would I be;

More blessed and holy, more, Saviour, like Thee.



SS & S 583  Oh for a closer walk with God,

A calm and heavenly frame ;

A light to shine upon the road

That leads me to the Lamb !



Where is the blessedness I knew

When first I saw the Lord ?

Where is the soul-refreshing mView

Of Jesus and His word ?



What peaceful hours I once enjoyed—-

How sweet their memory still !

But they have left an aching void

The world can never fill.



The dearest idol I have known,

Whate’er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from Thy throne,

And worship only Thee.



So shall my walk be close with God,

Calm and serene my frame ;

So purer light shall mark the road

That leads me to the Lamb.


SS & S 584  Come, let us to the Lord our God

With contrite hearts return ;

Our God is gracious, nor will leave

The desolate to mourn.



His voice commands the tempest forth,

And stills the stormy wave ;

And though His arm be strong to smite,

‘Tis also strong to save.



Long hath the night of sorrow reigned ;

The dawn shall bring us light ;

God shall appear, and we shall rise

With gladness in His sight.



Our hearts, if God we seek to know,

Shall know Him and rejoice ;

His coming like the morn shall be,

Like morning songs His voice.



As dew upon the tender herb,

Diffusing fragrance round ;

As showers that usher in the spring,

And cheer the thirsty ground :



So shall His presence bless our souls,

And shed a joyful light ;

That hallowed morn shall chase away

The sorrows of the night.


SS & S 585  Jesus Christ, grow Thou in me,

And all things else recede !

My heart be daily nearer Thee,

From sin be daily freed.



Each day let Thy supporting might

My weakness still embrace;

My darkness vanish in Thy light,

Thy life my death efface.



In Thy bright beams which on me fall

Fade every evil thought ;

That I am nothing, Thou art all,

I would be daily taught.



More of Thy glory let me see,

Thou Holy, Wise, and True !

I would Thy living image be,

In joy and sorrow too.



Fill me with gladness from above,

Hold me by strength Divine :

Lord, let the glow of Thy great love

Through my whole being shine.



Make this poor self grow less and less,

Be Thou my life and aim ;

Oh, make me daily through Thy grace

More meet to bear Thy name !



SS & S 586  Oh, suffer me to come to Thee,

Jesus, the Son ;

Oh, may my heart from evil part

To Thee be won.



Thy blessing give ; help me to live,

Jesus, for Thee ;

Nor let me stray from Thee away,

But strengthen me.



Safe in the arms that guard from

Jesus, my Guide, [harms,

Protect me still, keep me from ill,

Close to Thy side.



So strong Thou art, control my heart,

Jesus, most kind ;

Oh, make me true, my soul renew,

To Thee it bind.



When ends my life from care and strife,

Jesus, with Thee,

In heavenly peace, where sin doth cease,

At home I’ll be.



SS & S 587  Search me, O God, my actions try,

And let my life appear

As seen by Thine all-searching eye :

To mine my ways make clear.



Search all my sense, and know my heart,

Who only canst make known ;

And let the deep, the hidden part

To me be fully shown.



Throw light into the darkened cells,

Where passion reigns within ;

Quicken my conscience till it feels

The loathsomeness of sin.



Search all my thoughts, the secret springs,

The motives that control ;

The chambers where polluted things

Hold empire o’er the soul.



Search, till Thy fiery glance has cast

Its holy light through all,

And I by grace am brought at last

Before Thy face to fall.



Thus prostrate I shall learn of Thee

What now I feebly prove—-

That God alone in Christ can be

Unutterable love !



SS & S 588  Holy Father ! hear my cry ;

Holy Saviour ! bend Thine ear ;

Holy Spirit ! come Thou nigh ;—-

Father, Saviour, Spirit, hear !



Father, save me from my sin ;

Saviour, I Thy mercy crave ;

Gracious Spirit, make me clean;—–

Father, Son, and Spirit, save !



Father, let me taste Thy love ;

Saviour, fill my soul with peace ;

Spirit, come, my heart to move :

Father, Son, and Spirit bless !



Father, Son, and Spirit, Thou

One Jehovah, shed abroad

All Thy grace within me now—–

Be my Father and my God !



SS & S 589  My Saviour, Thou hast offered rest :

Oh, give it, then, to me !—-

The rest of ceasing from myself,

To find my all in Thee.



This cruel self, oh, how it strives

And works within my breast,

To come between Thee and my soul

And keep me back from rest !



How many subtle forms it takes

Of seeming verity,

As if it were not safe to rest,

And venture all on Thee.



O Lord, I seek a holy rest,

A victory over sin !

I seek that Thou alone shouldst reign

O’er all without, within.



In Thy strong hand I lay me down—-

So shall the work be done :

For who can work so wondrously

As the Almighty One ?



Work on, then, Lord, till on my soul

Eternal light shall break ;

And, in Thy likeness perfected,

I ” satisfied ” shall wake.



SS & S 590  I have given up all for Jesus—-

This vain world is naught to me ;

All its pleasures are forgotten me,

In remembering Calvary.

Though my friends despise, forsake

And on me the world looks cold,

I’ve a Friend that will stand by me

When the pearly gates unfold.


Life’s morn will soon be waning,

And its evening bells be tolled,

But my heart will know no sadness

When the pearly gates unfold.



When the voice of Jesus calls me,

And the angels whisper low,

I will lean upon my Saviour

Through the valley as I go :

I will claim His precious promise,

Worth to me the world of gold :

” Fear no evil, I’ll be with thee

When the pearly gates unfold.”



Just beyond the waves of Jordan,

Just beyond its chilling tide,

Blooms the Tree of Life immortal,…


SS & S 591  My glorious Victor, Prince Divine,

Clasp these surrendered hands in Thine ;

At length my will is all Thine own,

Glad vassal of a Saviour’s throne.



My Master, lead me to Thy door;

Pierce this now willing ear once more ;

Thy bonds are freedom ; let me stay

With Thee, to toil, endure, obey.



Yes, ear and hand, and thought and will,

Use all in Thy dear slavery still !

Self’s weary liberties I cast [fast.

Beneath Thy feet; there keep them



Tread them still down; and then I know,

These hands shall with Thy gifts o’erflow ;

And pierced ears shall hear the tone

Which tells me Thou and I are one.



SS & S 592  “Not my own ! ” but saved by Jesus,

Who redeemed me by His blood :

Gladly I accept the message,

I belong to Christ the Lord !


” Not my own ! ” . . Oh, ” not my own ! ” . .

Jesus, I . . belong to Thee ! . .

All I have, and all I hope for,

Thine for all eternity !



” Not my own ! ” to Christ, my Saviour,

I, believing, trust my soul ;

Everything to Him committed,

While eternal ages roll,



“Not my own ! ” my time, my talent,

Freely all to Christ I bring,

To be used in joyful service

For the glory of my King.



“Not my own!” The Lord accepts me.

One among the ransomed throng,

Who in heaven shall see His glory,

And to Jesus Christ belong.


SS & S 593  Once it was the blessing, now it is the Lord;

Once it was the feeling, now it is His Word;

Once His gifts I wanted, now the

Giver own ;

Once I sought for healing, now Himself alone.


All in all for ever, Jesus will I sing ;

Everything in Jesus, and Jesus everything.



Once ’twas painful trying, now ’tis

perfect trust ;

Once a half salvation, now the uttermost ;

Once ’twas ceaseless holding, now He

holds me fast ;

Once ’twas constant drifting, now my anchor’s cast.



Once ’twas busy planning, now ’tis

trustful prayer;

Once ’twas anxious caring, now He has the care;

Once ’twas what I wanted, now what

Jesus says ;

Once ’twas constant asking, now ’tis ceaseless praise.



Once it was my working, His it hence

shall be ;

Once I tried to use Him, now He uses me ;

Once the power I wanted, now the

Mighty One ;

Once for self I laboured, now for Him alone.



Once I hoped in Jesus, now I know

He’s mine ;

Once my lamps were dying, now they brightly shine ;

Once for death I waited, now His

coming hail ;

And my hopes are anchored safe within the veil.



SS & S 594  I am glad I have heard of the Saviour’s

great mercy!

And that now I am singing His

redemption’s new song ;

And e’er since, by His grace, unto

Him I surrendered,

In my heart has been ringing—–

” I believe ! I belong ! ”


Tell it out ! tell it out ! Christ the theme of my

story ! [it along !

Sing, ye mountains and hills ! breezes, waft

Praise the Lord ! He provideth a perfect salvation ;

So we’ll take as our watchword—- ” I believe I belong ! ‘



Once the slave of my sin, then my

soul lay in darkness,

Kept a prisoner by Satan in his

dungeon so strong ;

But the Lord, by His power, set me

free from my bondage,

And He gave me this watchword—-

” I believe ! I belong ! ”



I believe for a full and a perfect salvation ;

I belong to my Saviour with a love deep and strong ;

And though oft sorely tempted to

change my allegiance,

Still my faith gives the answer—-

” I believe ! I belong ! ”



But I look for the time when, my

journey safe ended,

I shall join in the chorus of the

heavenly throng :

Oh, what rapture ’twill be on the

throne to behold Him,

To eternity singing——” I believe !

I belong ! ”



SS & S 595 Thy will, O Lord, not mine,

Teach me to say ;

Not my will, Lord, but Thine,

I would obey ;

Then shall I know the joy,

And Thy name glorify,

When I, on earth, shall try

To follow Thee.



My weakness, Lord, I own,

From day to day ;

I listen for Thy voice

To lead the way ;

Oh, wilt Thou send the light

To make my pathway bright,

And show me what is right,

The only way.



I cannot see just where

The Spirit leads,

But know that Christ is there,

Who intercedes;

Oh, help me now to rest

On Jesus’ loving breast,

Till He shall manifest

His love in me !



SS & S 596  Anywhere, my Saviour, lead my willing feet,

Only let me clasp Thy hand, feel Thy presence sweet ;

Thorns may pierce and snares beset,

I will follow Thee

Anywhere, my Saviour, if Thou leadest me.


An – – – y-where, my blessed Saviour,

I will follow Thee, I will follow Thee ;

An – – – y-where, my blessed Saviour,

If Thou Ieadest me. . . .



Anywhere, my Saviour, only on me smile ;

Strengthen, guard, and comfort me, let not sin beguile ;

Dark and toilsome though my way,

I will never fear,

Anywhere, my Saviour, if Thy presence cheer.



Anywhere, my Saviour: only this I pray,

Keep me in the narrow path, never let me stray ;

Sin may plead with siren voice, help

me answer, Nay,

Kept by Thee, my Saviour, I will hold my way.


SS & S 597  Jesus, I my cross have taken,

All to leave and follow Thee ;

Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,

Thou, from hence, my all shalt be.

Perish every fond ambition,

All I’ve sought, or hoped, or known,

Yet how rich is my condition !

God and heaven are still my own.



Let the world despise and leave me,

They have left my Saviour too ;

Human hearts and looks deceive me ;

Thou art not, like them, untrue.

And while Thou shalt smile upon me,

God of wisdom, love, and might,

Foes may hate, and friends may scorn me;

Show Thy face, and all is bright.



Man may trouble and distress me,

‘Twill but drive me to Thy breast ;

Life with trials hard may press me,

Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.

Oh, ’tis not in grief to harm me,

While Thy love is left to me :

Oh, ’twere not in joy to charm me,

Were that joy unblest by Thee !



SS & S 598  It may not be on the mountain’s height,

Or over the stormy sea ;

It may not be at the battle’s front

My Lord will have need of me ;

But if by a still small voice He calls

To paths which I do not know,

I’ll answer, O Lord, with my hand in Thine,

I’ll go where Thou wouldst I should go.


I’ll go where Thou wouldst I should go, dear Lord

Over mountain, or plain, or sea ;

I’ll say what Thou wouldst I should say, dear Lord,

I’ll be what Thou wouldst I should be.



Perhaps to-day there are loving words

Which Jesus would have me speak ;

There may be now in the paths of sin

Some wanderer whom I should seek ;

O Saviour, if Thou wilt be my guide,

Though dark and rugged the way,

My voice shall echo Thy message


I’ll say what thou wouldst I should say.



There must be still some lowly place

For me in the harvest wide,

Where I may labour through life’s short day

For Jesus the crucified :

So, trusting my all to Thy tender care,

And knowing Thou lovest me,

I’ll do Thy will with a heart sincere—-

I’ll be what Thou wouldst I should be.


SS & S 599  O blessed life ! the heart at rest,

When all without tumultuous seems,

That trusts a higher will, and deems

That higher will, not mine, the best.



O blessed life ! the mind that sees

Whatever change the years may bring ;

A mercy still in everything,

And shining through all mysteries.



O blessed life ! the soul that soars,

When sense of mortal sight is dim,

Beyond the sense—-beyond to Him

Whose love unlocks the heavenly doors.



O blessed life ! heart, mind, and soul,

From self-born aims and wishes free

In all—–at one with Deity,

And loyal to the Lord’s control.



O life ! how blessed, how divine !

High life, the earnest of a higher !

Saviour, fulfil my deep desire,

And let this blessed life be mine.


ALSO READ Sacred Songs and songs hymns 450 – 500


SS & S 600  Search me, O Lord ! and try this heart of mine ;

Search me, and prove if I indeed am Thine :

Test by Thy word, that never changed can be,

My strength of hope and living faith in Thee.



Search me, O Lord ! subdue each vain desire,

And in my soul a deeper love inspire;

Hide Thou my life, that I, supremely blest,

Beneath Thy wings in perfect peace may rest.



Search me, O Lord ! and from the dross of sin,

Refine as gold, and keep me pure within ;

Search Thou my thoughts, whose

springs Thine eyes can see :

From secret faults, O Saviour, cleanse;

Thou me !



Search me, O Lord ! let faith thro’

grace divine

Thyself reflect in every act of mine,

Till at Thy call my waiting soul shall rise,

Caught up with joy to meet Thee in the skies.


Sacred Songs and songs hymns 551 – 600

Sacred Songs and songs hymns 551 – 600

Sacred Songs and songs hymns 551 – 600

Sacred Songs and songs hymns 551 – 600

Sacred Songs and songs hymns 551 – 600

Sacred Songs and songs hymns 551 – 600

Sacred Songs and songs hymns 551 – 600

Sacred Songs and songs hymns 551 – 600

Sacred Songs and songs hymns 551 – 600

Sacred Songs and songs hymns 551 – 600

Sacred Songs and songs hymns 551 – 600

Sacred Songs and songs hymns 551 – 600