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Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 601 – 650

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Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 601 – 650

(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 601  All to Jesus I surrender,

All to Him I freely give ;

I will ever love and trust Him,

In His presence daily live.


I surrender all, … I surrender all ; . . .

All to Thee, my blessed Saviour, I surrender all. . . .


2 All to Jesus I surrender,

Humbly at His feet I bow ;

Worldly pleasures all forsaken—-

Take me, Jesus, take me now.



All to Jesus I surrender,

Make me, Saviour, wholly Thine ;

Let the Holy Spirit witness

I am Thine and Thou art mine.



All to Jesus I surrender :

Lord, I give myself to Thee ;

Fill me with Thy love and power,

Let Thy blessing rest on me.



All to Jesus I surrender :

Now I feel the sacred flame ;

Oh the joy of full salvation !

Glory, glory to His name !


SS & S 602  True-hearted, whole-hearted, faithful and loyal,

King of our lives by Thy grace we will be !

Under the standard exalted and royal,

Strong in Thy strength we will

battle for Thee.


Peal out the watchword ! silence it never !

Song of our spirits rejoicing and free ;

Peal out the watchword ! loyal for ever,

King of our lives, by Thy grace we will be I



True-hearted, whole-hearted, fullest


Yielding henceforth to our glorious King ;

Valiant endeavour and loving obedience,

Freely and joyously now would we bring.



True-hearted, whole-hearted, Saviour

all-glorious !

Take Thy great power, and reign there alone,

Over our wills and affections victorious,

Freely surrendered and wholly Thine own.


SS & S 603  I am Thine own; O Christ ! henceforth entirely Thine;

And life from this glad hour, new life, is mine.



No earthly joy can lure my quiet soul from Thee ;

This deep delight, so pure, is heaven to me.



My joyful song of praise in sweet

content I sing ;

To Thee the note I raise, my King ! my King !



I cannot tell the art by which such bliss is given ;

I know Thou hast my heart, and I have heaven.



O peace—-O holy rest, O balmy breath of love !

heart, divinest, best—-Thy depth I prove !



I ask this gift of Thee—– a life all lily-fair,

And fragrant as the place where seraphs are.



SS & S 604  I love Thee, Lord; yet ’tis no love of mine

That goeth forth to that great heart of Thine :

‘Tis Thine own love which Thou hast given me

Returning back, O loving Lord, to Thee.


Oh ! help me, Lord, to take, by grace divine,

Yet more and more of that great love of Thine ;

That day by day my heart may give to Thee

A deeper love and growing constantly.



The earth absorbs the soft, refreshing rain,

And sends it back in flowers and fruits again ;

So I receive Thy love so rich and free,

And send it back in joy and praise to Thee.



The moon receives the sun’s bright, golden light,

And gives it forth to cheer the dark-some night

So I receive the rays of love divine,

And with them cheer this weary world of Thine.



‘Tis by Thy love that I can love and bless

The foes who seek to blast my happiness ;

Can e’en rejoice, when bearing wrong and shame,

Thou deem’st me meet to suffer for Thy name.



Naught but Thy love can satisfy my heart,

Constrain my will from self and sin to part ;

In love so great Thou giv’st Thyself to me;

For Thou art Love—-to all eternity.


SS & S 605  Arise and follow Me !

Alas, my Lord, I hear Thy word,

But Thee Thyself I can but dimly see ;

Help me to rise and follow Thee.



Arise and follow Me !

But I am bound to earth’s cold ground

By many a tie : Come, Lord, and set me free,

Then I shall rise and follow Thee.



Arise and follow Me !

The way is rough, but ’tis enough

That through my life Thou wilt my

Leader be ;

And I will boldly follow Thee.



Arise and follow Me ! [tomb,

In mist and gloom, through tears and

Up golden streets and by the crystal sea,

I shall for ever follow Thee,


SS & S 606  Jesus, I have promised

To serve Thee to the end ;

Be Thou for ever near me,

My Master and my Friend !

I shall not fear the battle,

If Thou art by my side ;

Nor wander from the pathway,

If Thou wilt be my Guide.



Oh, let me feel Thee near me,

The world is ever near ;

I see the sights that dazzle,

The tempting sounds I hear :

My foes are ever near me,

Around me and within ;

But, Jesus, draw Thou nearer,

And shield my soul from sin.



Oh, let me hear Thee speaking,

In accents clear and still,

Above the storms of passion,

The murmurs of self-will.

Oh speak, to reassure me,

To hasten or control ;

Oh speak, and make me listen,

Thou Guardian of my soul !



O Jesus, Thou hast promised

To all who follow Thee,

That where Thou art in glory

There shall Thy servant be !

And, Jesus, I have promised

To serve Thee to the end ;

Oh, give me grace to follow

My Master and my Friend !



Oh, let me see Thy footmarks,

And in them plant mine own ;

My hope to follow duly

Is in Thy strength alone.

Oh, guide me, call me, draw me,

Uphold me to the end ;

And then in heaven receive me,

My Saviour and my Friend !


SS & S 607  I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice,

And it told Thy love to me ;

But I long to rise in the arms of faith,

And be closer drawn to Thee.


Draw me near – – – er, nearer, blessed Lord,

To the cross where Thou hast died ;

Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,

To Thy precious, bleeding side.



Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord,

By the power of grace divine ;

Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,

And my will be lost in Thine.



Oh, the pure delight of a single hour

That before Thy throne I spend,

When I kneel in prayer, and with Thee, my God,

I commune as friend with friend.



There are depths of love that I cannot know

Till I cross the narrow sea ;

There are heights of joy that I may not reach

Till I rest in peace with Thee.



SS & S 608  Take time to be holy, speak oft with thy Lord ;

Abide in Him always, and feed on His Word.

Make friends of God’s children ; help

those who are weak ;

Forgetting in nothing His blessing to seek.



Take time to be holy, the world

rushes on ;

Spend much time in secret with Jesus alone—-

By looking to Jesus, like Him thou shalt be ;

Thy friends in thy conduct His likeness shall see.



Take time to be holy, let Him be thy Guide ;

And run not before Him, whatever betide ;

In joy or in sorrow still follow thy Lord,

And, looking to Jesus, still trust in His Word.



Take time to be holy, be calm in thy soul ;

Each thought and each temper beneath His control :

Thus led by His Spirit to fountains of love,

Thou soon shalt be fitted for service above.


SS & S 609  My heart is resting, O my God,

I will give thanks and sing :

My heart is at the secret source

Of every precious thing.



Now the frail vessel Thou hast made,

No hand bu t Thine shall fill—

The waters of the earth have failed,

And I am thirsty still.



I thirst for springs of heavenly life,

And here all day they rise ;

I seek the treasure of Thy love,

And close at hand it lies.



And a  new song  is in my mouth,

To long-loved music set—-

Glory to Thee for all the grace

I have not tasted yet !



A prayer reposing on His truth,

Who hath made all things mine,

That draws my captive will to Him,

And makes it one with Thine.



SS & S 610  Must Jesus bear the cross alone,

And all the world go free ?

No, there’s a cross for every one,

And there’s a cross for me.



The consecrated cross I’ll bear,

Till death shall set me free :

And then go home my crown to wear,

For there’s a crown for me.



Upon the crystal pavement, down

At Jesus’ pierced feet,

With joy I’ll cast my golden crown,

And His dear name repeat.



O precious cross ! O glorious crown !

O resurrection day !

Ye angels, from the stars come down,

And bear my soul away.


SS & S 611  When the heart, made pure, is the

temple of the Lord,

And we feel His presence there,

Oh, the joy that comes when we

gather in His name,

At the hallowed hour of prayer.


He a precious unto all that believe Him,

He is precious unto all that receive Him,

Oh, the blessings we may claim, when we

gather in His name !

For the Lord will answer prayer.



There are floods of light from His

glory that descend,

When we think our prospect dim,

There are heights of love that His

children may attain,

By a closer walk with Him.



He will cheer us on when we follow

where He leads,

And our hearts with gladness fill ;

For we know by faith that His everlasting arms

Are beneath and round us still.



Let us grow in grace and a knowledge of the truth,

Let us dwell in perfect peace ;

Till we all clasp hands in the palace of the King,

Where our joy shall never cease.


SS & S 612  Thrice-Blessed Spirit ! Giver of salvation,

Purchased by Jesus on the cross of shame ;

Dwell in our hearts ; transform them

with Thy beauty—-

Fairest adorning of our Saviour’s name.



Thy sevenfold grace bestow upon us

freely : —-

Love, deep and full, to God and all mankind ;

Joy in the Lord, ‘mid every earthly sorrow ;

Peace, calm and sweet, that guardeth heart and mind.



Make us long-suffering ‘mid earth’s provocations ;

Gentleness give us, when enduring wrong ;

Goodness impart, that we e’en foes

may succour,

Faithfulness grant, to change our toil to song.



Meekness bestow, with humble self-


And Self-control, through Thy controlling might :

And as we list to every call of duty,

May we do all as in Thy searching sight.



Then with the gift of holiness within us ;

We not less human, but made more divine ;

Our lives replete with heaven’s

supernal beauty,

Ever declare—–That beauty, Lord, is Thine.


SS & S 613  My Saviour, oh, what glories shine

Through all Thy life of love divine !

What wondrous grace and sympathy—-

All this for me ! all this for me !


O blessed Sa – viour, may I be . .

A living sac – – rifice to Thee ;

Both now and in eternity,

Yes, all for Thee ! yes, all for Thee !



Thy vigils ‘neath the lowly shade,

Despised, rejected, scorned, betrayed;

Thy sorrow in Gethsemane—-

All this for me ! all this for me I



The thorns that pierced Thy sacred brow,

The blood that saves so fully now ;

Oh, wondrous cross of Calvary !—-

All this for me ! all this for me I



The riches of Thy peace and love,

The treasures of Thy home above,

Grace everlasting, full and free—-

All this for me ! all this for me !


SS & S 614  When I came to Jesus, then my heart was sad ;

But when He received me, then He made me glad.

Freely He forgave me, met my spirit’s need ;

Then He bade me follow whither He would lead.


I will follow Jesus, follow all the day ;

Walking in His footsteps closely all the way.



Oft in hours of trial I have gone astray,

Into worldly bypaths from the narrow way ;

But my Saviour sought me, brought

me to His side ;

Then again I followed Christ, the Crucified.



But I would not wander, gracious

Lord, from Thee;

I would follow wholly, with true loyalty:

Every sin forsaking from my inmost soul ;

Every thought surrendered to Thy grand control.



Teach me by Thy Spirit, and Thy

Holy Word,

How I best may suffer, and obey Thee, Lord ;

And however painful to obey may be,

Love can make it gladsome, aye to follow Thee.


SS & S 615  Dying with Jesus, by death reckoned mine;

Living with Jesus a new life divine ;

Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine—-

Moment by moment, O Lord, I am Thine.


Moment by moment I’m kept in His love,

Moment by moment I’ve life from above ;

Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine ;

Moment by moment, O Lord, I am Thine.



Never a battle with wrong for the right,

Never a contest that He doth not fight ;

Lifting above us His banner so white—

Moment by moment I’m kept in His sight.



Never a trial that He is not there,

Never a burden that He doth not bear,

Never a sorrow that He doth not share—-

Moment by moment I’m under His care.



Never a heartache, and never a groan,

Never a teardrop, and never a moan,

Never a danger—–but there on the throne

Moment by moment He thinks of His own.


5 Never a weakness that He doth not feel,

Never a sickness that He cannot heal ;

Moment by moment, in woe or in weal,

Jesus, my Saviour, abides with me still.



SS & S 616  Take my life, and let it be

Consecrated, Lord, to Thee ;

Take my moments and my days,

Let them flow in ceaseless praise.



Take my hands, and let them move

At the impulse of Thy love ;

Take my feet, and let them be

Swift and beautiful for Thee.



Take my voice, and let me sing

Always, only, for my King ;

Take my lips, and let them be

Filled with messages from Thee.



Take my silver and my gold ;

Not a mite would I withhold :

Take my intellect, and use

Every power as Thou shalt choose.



Take my will, and make it Thine ;

It shall be no longer mine :

Take my heart—-it is Thine own,

It shall be Thy royal throne.



Take my love : my Lord, I pour

At Thy feet its treasure store :

Take myself; and I will be

Ever, only, all for Thee.


SS & S  617  Christian, walk carefully: danger is near !

On in thy journey with trembling and fear ;

Snares from without, and temptations within,

Seek to entice thee once more into sin.

Christian, walk carefully : danger is near !



Christian, walk cheerfully through the fierce storm,

Dark though the sky with its threats of alarm ;

Soon will the clouds and the tempest be o’er,

Then with thy Saviour thou’lt rest evermore.

Christian, walk cheerfully : through the fierce storm.



Christian, walk prayerfully : oft wilt thou fall,

If thou forget on thy Saviour to call :

Safe thou shalt walk through each

trial and care,

If thou art clad in the armour of prayer.

Christian, walk prayerfully : fear lest thou fall.



Christian, walk hopefully : sorrow and pain

Cease when the haven of rest thou shalt gain :

Then from the lips of the Judge, thy reward—-

Enter thou into the joy of thy Lord.

Christian, walk hopefully: rest thou shalt gain.



SS & S 618  Yielded to God, my body, soul, and spirit,

Oh, what rejoicing fills my peaceful breast !

All, all is well : no doubt nor fear disturbs me,

While on His promise now alone I rest.



Yielded to God, reposing ‘neath His shadow,

Sunshine and gladness round my pathway fall ;

Yielded to God, whose love dispels

all sorrow,

He is my Refuge, and my All in All.



Yielded to God, my life and its devotion,

Yielded the service of each day and year;

Oh, what a peace pervades my every feeling !

Oh, what sweet visions on my sight appear !



Yielded to God, and in His holy keeping

My heart His temple evermore shall be ;

Yielded to God, in willing consecration,

Blessed Redemeer, I am lost in Thee.


SS & S 619  On Thee my heart is resting !

Ah, this is rest indeed !

What else, Almighty Saviour,

Can a poor sinner need ?

Thy light is all my wisdom,

Thy love is all my stay ;

Our Father’s home in glory

Draws nearer every day.



My guilt is great, but greater

The mercy Thou dost give ;

Thyself, a spotless Offering,

Hast died that I should live.

With Thee, my soul unfettered

Has risen from the dust ;

Thy blood is all my treasure,

Thy Word is all my trust.



Through me, Thou gentle Master,

Thy purposes fulfil !

I yield myself for ever

To Thy most holy will.

What though I be but weakness,

My strength is not in me ;

The poorest of Thy people

Has all things, having Thee.



When clouds are darkest round me,

Thou, Lord, art then most near,

My drooping faith to quicken,

My weary soul to cheer.

Safe nestling in Thy bosom,

I gaze upon Thy face ;

In vain my foes would drive me

From Thee, my hiding-place.



‘Tis Thou hast made me happy,

Tis Thou hast set me free ;

To whom shall I give glory

For ever, but to Thee ?

Of earthly love and blessing

Should every stream run dry,

Thy grace shall still be with me,

Thy grace, to live and die !


SS & S 620  It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine,

My Jesus, Saviour; yet this soul of mine

Would of Thy love, in all its breadth and length,

Its height and depth, its everlasting strength,

Know more and more.



It passeth telling, that dear love of Thine,

My Jesus, Saviour; yet these lips of mine

Would fain proclaim to sinners far and near

A love which can remove all guilty fear,

And love beget.



It passeth praises, that dear love of Thine,

My Jesus, Saviour; yet this heart of mine

Would sing that love, so full, so rich, so free,

Which brings a rebel sinner, such as me,

Nigh unto God.



But though I cannot sing, or tell, or know

The fulness of Thy love, while here below,

My empty vessel I may freely bring :

O Thou, who art of love the living spring,

My vessel fill.



I am an empty vessel—-not one


Or look of love, I ever to Thee brought ;

Yet I may come, and come again to


With this, the empty sinner’s only [plea—–

Thou lovest me.



Oh, fill me, Jesus, Saviour, with Thy love !

Lead, lead me to the living fount above;

Thither may I, in simple faith, draw nigh,

And never to another fountain fly,

But unto Thee.



And when my Jesus face to face I see,

When at His lofty throne I bow the knee,

Then of His love, in all its breadth and length,

Its height and depth, its everlasting strength,

My soul shall sing,


SS & S 621  I gave My life for thee ;

My precious blood I shed,

That thou might’st ransomed be,

And quickened from the dead.

I gave My life for thee :

What hast thou given for Me ?



I spent long years for thee

In weariness and woe,

That an eternity

Of joy thou mightest know.

I spent long years for thee :

Hast thou spent one for Me ?



My Father’s home of light,

My rainbow-circled throne,

I left for earthly night,

For wanderings sad and lone.

I left it all for thee :

Hast thou left aught for Me ?



I suffered much for thee—-

More than thy tongue can tell,

Of bitterest agony—-

To rescue thee from hell.

I suffered much for thee :

What canst thou bear for Me ?



And I have brought to thee,

Down from My home above.

Salvation full and free,

My pardon and My love.

Great gifts I brought to thee :

What hast thou brought to Me ?



Oh, let thy life be given,

Thy years for Him be spent ;

World-fetters all be riven,

And joy with suffering blent.

Bring thou thy worthless all :

Follow thy Saviour’s call.



SS & S 622 Try life was given for me !

Thy blood, O Lord, was shed

That I might ransomed be,

And quickened from the dead.

Thy life was given for me :

What have I given for Thee ?



Long years were spent for me

In weariness and woe,

That through eternity

Thy glory I might know.

Long years were spent for me :

Have I spent one for Thee ?



Thy Father’s home of light,

Thy rainbow-circled throne,

Were left for earthly night,

For wanderings sad and lone.

Yea, all was left for me :

Have I left aught for Thee ?



Thou, Lord, hast borne for me

More than my tongue can tell

Of bitterest agony,

To rescue me from hell.

Yhoa sufferedst all for me :

What have I borne for Thee ?



And Thou hast brought to me,

Down from Thy home above,

Salvation full and free,

Thy pardon and Thy love.

Great gifts Thou broughtest me :

What have I brought to Thee ?



Oh, let my life be given,

My years for Thee be spent ;

World-fetters all be riven,

And joy with suffering blent :

To Thee my all I bring,

My Saviour and my King !


SS & S 623  Not I, but Christ, be honoured,

loved, exalted ;

Not I, but Christ, be seen, be

known, be heard ;

Not I, but Christ, in every look and action ;

Not I, but Christ, in every

thought and word.



Not I, but Christ, to gently soothe in sorrow ;

Not I, but Christ, to wipe the falling tear ;

Not I, but Christ, to lift the weary burden ;

Not I, but Christ, to hush away all fear.



Not I, but Christ, in lowly, silent labour ;

Not I, but Christ, in humble, earnest toil ;

Christ, only Christ ! no show, no

ostentation ;

Christ, none but Christ, the gatherer of the spoil.



Christ, only Christ, ere long will fill

my vision ;

Glory excelling, soon, full soon, I’ll see—-

Christ, only Christ, my every wish fulfilling—-

Christ, only Christ, my All in All to be.



SS & S 624  Oh, the bitter shame and sorrow,

That a time could ever be,

When I let the Saviour’s pity

Plead in vain ; and proudly answered,

All of self, and none of Thee !



Yet He found me ; I beheld Him

Bleeding on the accursdd tree :

Heard Him pray :  Forgive them,

Father !

And my wistful heart said faintly,

Some of self, and some of Thee !



Day by day His tender mercy,

Healing, helping, full and free ;

Sweet and strong, and ah ! so patient,

Brought me lower, while I whispered,

Less of self, and more of Thee !



Higher than the highest heavens,

Deeper than the deepest sea,

Lord, Thy love at last hath conquered ;

Grant me now my supplication—-

None of self, and all of Thee !


SS & S 625  Thou sweet beloved will of God,

My anchor ground, my fortress hill,

My spirit’s silent fair abode,

In Thee I hide me, and am still.



O will, that wiliest good alone,

Lead thou the way, thou guidest best:

A little child, I follow on,

And trusting, lean upon thy breast.



Thy beautiful sweet will, my God,

Holds fast in its sublime embrace

My captive will, a gladsome bird,

Prisoned in such a realm of grace.



Within this place of certain good

Love evermore expands her wings,

Or nestling in Thy perfect choice.

Abides content with what it brings.



Oh, lightest burden, sweetest yoke !

It lifts, it bears my happy soul,

It giveth wings to this poor heart ;

My freedom is Thy grand control.



Upon God’s will I lay me down,

As child upon its mother’s breast ;

No silken couch, nor softest bed,

Could ever give me such deep rest.



Thy wonderful grand will, my God,

With triumph now I make it mine ;

And faith shall cry a joyous, Yes !

To every dear command of Thine.



SS & S 626  Something every heart is loving;

If not Jesus, none can rest :

Lord, my heart to Thee is given—-

Take it, for it loves Thee best.



Thus I cast the world behind me,

Jesus most beloved shall be ;

Beauteous more than all things beauteous,

He alone is joy to me.



Bright with all eternal radiance

Is the glory of Thy face ;

Thou art loving, sweet, and tender,

Full of pity, full of grace.



When I hated, Thou didst love me,

Shedd’st for me Thy precious blood ;

Still Thou lovest, lovest ever :

Shall I not love Thee, my God ?



Keep my heart still faithful to Thee,

That my earthly life may be

But a shadow to that glory

Of my hidden life in Thee !


SS & S 627  Anywhere with Jesus I can safely go !

Anywhere He leads me in this world below !

Anywhere without Him dearest joys

would fade—-

Anywhere with Jesus, I am not afraid !


Anywhere ! anywhere I Fear I cannot know j

Anywhere with Jesus I can safely go I



Anywhere with Jesus I am not alone !

Other friends may fail me, He is still my own !

Though His hand may lead me over

dreariest ways,

Anywhere with Jesus is a house of praise !



Anywhere with Jesus I can go to sleep,

When the darkling shadows round about me creep !

Knowing I shall waken, never more to roam :

Anywhere with Jesus will be home, sweet home!


SS & S 628  Abiding, oh, so wondrous sweet !

I’m resting at the Saviour’s feet ;

I trust in Him ; I’m satisfied,

I’m resting in the Crucified !


Abi – – ding, abi – – ding,

Oh, how wondrous sweet !

I’m rest – – ing, rest – – ing

At the Saviour’s feet. . . .



He speaks, and by His word is given

His peace, a rich foretaste of heaven ;

Not as the world, He peace doth

give :

‘Tis through this hope my soul shall live



I live, but through His grace alone;

By whom the mighty work is done ;

Dead to myself, alive to Him,

I count all loss His rest to win.



Now rest, my heart, the work is done,

I’m saved by faith through Christ the Son !

Let every power my soul employ ?

To tell the world my peace and joy.

SS & S 629  Precious Saviour, I will praise Thee,

Thine, and only Thine, I am ;

For the cleansing blood has reached me ;

Glory, glory to the Lamb !


Glory, glory, Jesus saves me I

Blessed be His holy name ;

For the cleansing blood has reached ma,

Hallelujah to the Lamb !



Long my yearning heart was trying

To enjoy this perfect rest ;

But when I gave over  trying,——

Simply trusting, I was blest.



I am trusting every moment

In the precious blood applied ;

Calmly resting at the fountain,

Dwelling at my Saviours side



Consecrated to Thy service,

I would live and die for Thee,

Gladly tell the wondrous story

Of salvation full and free.



SS & S 630  Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed ?

And did my Sovereign die ?

Would He devote that sacred head

For such a worm as I ?


Help me, dear Saviour, Thee to own,

And ever faithful be ;

And when Thou sittest on Thy throne,

O Lord, remember me.



Was it for crimes that I had done

He groaned upon the tree ?

Amazing pity ! grace unknown !

And love beyond degree !



Well might the sun in darkness hide,

And shut his glories in,

When Christ, the mighty Maker, died

For man, the creature’s sin.



Thus might I hide my blushing face

Whilst His dear cross appears,

Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,

And melt mine eyes to tears.



But drops of grief can ne’er repay

The debt of love I owe :

Here, Lord, I give myself away ;

‘Tis all that I can do.


SS & S 631  There is a Light, a blessed Light,

That comes from God above ;

And in the face of Christ the Lord

Reflects the Father’s love.


Let us walk … in the Light ! . . .

Ever walk in the Light of God ;

Let us walk … in the Light ! . . .

Ever walk in the Light of God.



There is a Light, a glorious Light,

That falls upon our way ;

And brighter shineth as we go,

Till lost in perfect day.



There is a Light, a holy Light,

By which we now behold

The jasper walls, the pearly gates,

And streets of shining gold.



O blessed, blessed holy Light,

To all so freely given ;

Shine forth, shine forth, O Light of Life,

And guide us safe to heaven.



SS & S 632  More love to Thee, O Christ,

More love to Thee ;

Hear Thou the prayer I make

On bended knee ;

This is my earnest plea—-

More love, O Christ, to Thee,

More love to Thee !

More love to Thee !



Once earthly joy I craved,

Sought peace and rest ;

Now Thee alone I seek,

Give what is best :

This all my prayer shall be—-

More love, O Christ, to Thee,

More love to Thee !



Let sorrow do its work,

Send grief and pain ;

Sweet are Thy messengers,

Sweet their refrain,

When they can sing with me—

More love, O Christ, to Thee,

More love to Thee !



Then shall my latest breath

Whisper Thy praise ;

This be the parting cry

My heart shall raise—-

This still its prayer shall be—-

More love, O Christ, to Thee,

More love to Thee !


SS & S 633  Love, that wilt not let me go,

I rest my weary soul in Thee ;

I give Thee back the life I owe,

That in Thine ocean depths its flow

May richer, fuller be.



O Light, that followest all my way,

I yield my flickering torch to Thee ;

My heart restores its borrowed ray,

That in Thy sunshine’s blaze its day

May brighter, fairer be.



O Joy, that seekest me through pain,

I cannot close my heart to Thee ;

I trace the rainbow through the rain,

And feel the promise is not vain

That morn shall tearless be.



O cross, that liftest up my head,

I dare not ask to fly from thee ;

I lay in dust life’s glory dead, [red

And from the ground there blossoms

Life that shall endless be.



SS & S 634  Saviour ! Thy dying love

Thou gavest me,

Nor should I aught withhold,

My Lord, from Thee ;

In love my soul would bow,

My heart fulfil its vow,

Some offering bring Thee now,

Something for Thee.



At the blest mercy-seat,

Pleading for me,

My feeb’e faith looks up,

Jesus, to Thee :

Help me the cross to bear,

Thy wondrous lcve declare,

Some song to raise, or prayer,

Something for Thee.



Give me a faithful heart—-

Likeness to Thee,—-

That each departing day

Henceforth may see

Some work of love begun,

Some deed of kindness done,

Some wanderer sought and won,

Something for Thee.



All that I am and have—-

Thy gifts so free—

In joy, in grief, through life,

O Lord, for Thee !

And when Thy face I see,

My ransomed soul shall be,

Through all eternity,

Something for Thee.


SS & S 635  Jesus ! I am resting, resting

In the joy of what Thou art ;

I am finding out the greatness

Of Thy loving heart.

Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee,

And Thy beauty fills my soul ;

For, by Thy transforming power

Thou hast made me whole.


Jesus ! I am resting, resting in the joy of what

Thou art ;

I am finding out the greatness of Thy loving heart.



Oh, how great Thy loving-kindness,

Vaster, broader than the sea !

Oh, how marvellous Thy goodness,

Lavished all on me !

Yes, I rest in Thee, Beloved,

Know what wealth of grace is Thine

Know Thy certainty of promise,

And have made it mine.



Simply trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,

I behold Thee as Thou art,

And Thy love so pure, so changeless,

Satisfies my heart—-

Satisfies its deepest longings,

Meets, supplies its every need,

Compasseth me round with blessings :

Thine is love indeed !



Ever lift Thy face upon me,

As I work and wait for Thee ;

Resting ‘neath Thy smile, Lord Jesus,

Earth’s dark shadows flee.

Brightness of my Father’s glory,

Sunshine of my Father’s face,

Keep me ever trusting, resting ;

Fill me with Thy grace !



SS & S 636  Help me, O Lord, the God of my salvation !

I have no hope, no refuge but in Thee ;

Help me to make this perfect consecration,

In life or death Thine evermore to be.



Help me, O Lord, to keep my pledge

unbroken !

Guard Thou my ways, my thoughts,

my tongue, my heart ;

Help me to trust the word which Thou

hast spoken, [ne’er depart.

That from Thy paths my feet may



Help me, O Lord, when sore temptations press me !

Oh, lift the clouds that hide Thee from my sight !

Help me, O Lord, when anxious cares

distress me, [and bright.

To look beyond, where all is calm



Help me, O Lord ! My strength is

only weakness ;

Thine, Thine the power by which alone I live ;

Help me each day to bear the cross

with meekness,

Till Thou at last the promised crown shalt give.


SS & S 637  My spirit, soul, and body,

Jesus, I give to Thee,

A consecrated offering,

Thine evermore to be.

My all is on the altar ;

Lord, I am all Thine own ;

Oh, may my faith ne’er falter !

Lord, keep me Thine alone.



O Jesus, mighty Saviour !

I trust in Thy great name,

I look for Thy salvation,

Thy promise now I claim.

Now, Lord, I yield my members,

From sin’s dominion free,

For warfare and for triumph,

As weapons unto Thee.



Oh, blissful self-surrender,

To live, my Lord, by Thee !

Now, Son of God, my Saviour,

Live out Thy life in me.

I’m Thine, O blessed Jesus,

Washed in Thy precious blood,

Sealed by Thy Holy Spirit,

A sacrifice to God.



SS & S 638  Lord, for to-morrow and its needs

I do not pray ;

Keep me, my God, from stain of sin—-

Just for to-day.



Let me do faithfully Thy work,

And duly pray ;

Let me be kind in word and deed,

Just for to-day.



Let me no wrong or idle word,

Unthinking, say :

Set Thou a seal upon my lips—

Just for to-day.



So for to-morrow and its needs

I do not pray ;

But keep me, guide me, hold me, Lord—

Just for to-day.

SS & S 639  Closer, Lord, to Thee I cling,

Closer still to Thee ;

Safe beneath Thy sheltering wing

I would ever be ;

Rude the blast of doubt and sin,

Fierce assaults without, within :

Help me, Lord, the battle win—

Closer, Lord, to Thee !



Closer yet, O Lord, my Rock,

Refuge of my soul ;

Dread I not the tempest shock,

Though the billows roll :

Wildest storm cannot alarm,

For to me can come no harm,

Leaning on Thy loving arm—-

Closer, Lord, to Thee !



Closer still, my Help, my Stay,

Closer, closer still ;

Meekly there I learn to say,

Father, not my will !

Learn that in affliction’s hour,

When the clouds of sorrow lour,

Love directs Thy hand of power-

Closer, Lord to Thee !



Closer, Lord, to Thee I come,

Light of life divine ;

Through the ever blessed Son,

Joy and peace are mine ;

Let me in Thy love abide,

Keep me ever near Thy side,

In the  Rock of Ages  hide-

Closer, Lord, to Thee !



SS & S 640  I would not ask for earthly store—

Thou wilt my need supply ;

But I would covet, more and more,

The clear and single eye,

To see my duty face to face,

And trust Thee, Lord, for daily grace.


Then shall my heart keep sing . . . ing,

While to the cross I cling ; . .

For rest is sweet at Jesus’ feet,

While homeward faith keeps winging,

While homeward faith keeps winging.



I care not for the empty show

That thoughtless worldlings see;

But gladly do the best I know,

And leave the rest with Thee ;â€

Well satisfied that sweet reward

Is sure to those who trust the Lord,



Whate’er the crosses mine shall be,

I would not dare to shun ;

But only ask to live for Thee,

And that Thy will be done ;

Thy will, O Lord, be mine each day,

While pressing on my homeward way.



And when at last, my labour o’er,

I cross the narrow sea,

Grant, Lord, that on the other shore

My soul may dwell with Thee ;

And learn what here I cannot know,

Why Thou hast ever loved me so.


SS & S 641  I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,

Trusting only Thee !

Trusting Thee for full salvation,

Great and free.


I . am . trust – ing, .

Trusting only Thee !

I am trust – ing, . trust – ing,.

Trusting only Thee !



I am trusting Thee for pardon,

At Thy feet I bow ;

For Thy grace and tender mercy,

Trusting now.



I am trusting Thee for cleansing

In the crimson flood ;

Trusting Thee to make me holy

By Thy blood.



I am trusting Thee for power,

Thine can never fail ;

Words which Thou Thyself shalt give me,

Must prevail.



I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus ;

Never let me fall ;

I am trusting Thee for ever

And for all !



SS & S 642  When we walk with the Lord

In the light of His Word,

What a glory He sheds on our way !

While we do His good will.

He abides with us still,

And with all who will trust and obey.


Trust and obey, for there’s no other way

To be happy in Jesus but to trust and obey.



Not a shadow can rise

Not a cloud in the skies,

But His smile quickly drives it away ;

Not a doubt nor a fear,

Not a sigh nor a tear,

Can abide while we trust and obey.



Not a burden we bear,

Not a sorrow we share,

But our toil He doth richly repay ;

Not a grief nor a loss,

Not a frown nor a cross,

But is blest if we trust and obey.



But we never can prove

The delights of His love,

Until all on the altar we lay ;

For the favour He shows,

And the joy He bestows,

Are for them who will trust and obey.



Then in fellowship sweet

We will sit at His feet,

Or we’ll walk by His side in the way ;

What He says we will do,

Where He sends we will go,

Never fear, only trust and obey.


SS & S 643  Jesus redeemed and made me whole,

I can forget Him never ;

Out of the depths He brought my

Now I am His for ever. [soul ;


I’m holding on, I’m holding on,

Daily in grace I’m growing ;

Fast to the Rock I’m holding on,

Peace to my heart is Sowing.



Great is the love of Christ my King,

Love that no power can sever ;

Joyful and glad my tongue shall sing

Praise to His name for ever.



If on the Lord my care I cast,

He will forsake me never ;

Firm on the Rock of Ages fast

I shall abide for ever.



He has prepared a home for me

Over the silent river ;

There with the blest I soon shall be,

There I shall dwell for ever.



SS & S 644  In the shadow of His wings

There is rest, sweet rest ;

There is rest from care and labour,

There is rest for friend and neighbour :

In the shadow of His wings

There is rest, sweet rest ;

In the shadow of His wings

There is rest. . .


There is rest ! . . there is peace ! . .

There is joy ! . . in the shadow of His wings.

There is rest ! . . there is peace ! . .

There is joy ! . . in the shadow of His wings.



In the shadow of His wings

There is peace, sweet peace ;

Peace that passeth understanding,

Peace, sweet peace, that knows no ending ;

In the shadow of His wings

There is peace, sweet peace ;

In the shadow of His wings

There is peace. . .



In the shadow of His wings

There is joy, glad joy ;

There is joy to tell the story,

Joy exceeding, full of glory :

In the shadow of His wings

There is joy, glad joy.

In the shadow of His wings

There is joy. . .


SS & S 645  I have learnt a heavenly secret,

Yet I know not how or where ;

But I know ’tis sweet and precious,

Ever true, and glad, and fair ;

And that God in heaven reveals it

To all whose ears can hear.



And I know that ere I learnt it

Oft my way was lone and hard ;

And anon in life’s glad music

There was always that which jarred.

And a hidden, dreary discord

That all its sweetness marred.



But my harp of life was lifted

By the Lord, who knew the range

Of its many strings who made it,

And He struck a keynote strange :

At the touch of Christ my Master

I heard the music change.



Then no more it failed and faltered.

And no longer sobbed and strove ;

But it seemed to soar and mingle

With the song of heaven above ;

For the pierced hand of Jesus

Had struck the keynote—-Love.



All thy heart’s long-prisoned music

Let the Master’s hand set free—-

Let Him whisper now His secret,

As He whispered once to me :

Child, My love’s the golden keynote

Of all My will for thee !



SS & S 646  Jesus, Beloved of my heart,

Thy grace I earnestly implore ;

Oh, if Thou wilt the gift impart,

I’ll use it but to love Thee more.


Let others dream … of jewelled walls, . . .

Of golden cities fair to see ; . . . .

No glorious scene . . . my soul enthralls, . . .

Where’er Thou art is heaven for me. . . .



The brightest forms of earthly love

Are dull beside Thine own to me ;

With wistful eyes I look above,

And wonder when Thy face I’ll see.



Though Paradise has many joys,

And flowers of beauty fair to see,

Not gates of pearl nor angel’s voice

Shall thrill my soul like love of Thee.



Without Thee no celestial light

Shall shine to make my soul content ;

But with Thee this sad earth is bright,

And glows with joy from heaven lent.


SS & S 647  Oh, what fellowship; oh, what joy is mine,

Resting in the everlasting arms !

Oh, what blessedness ; oh, what peace divine.

Resting in the everlasting arms!


Rest – – ing, rest – – ing,

Safe and secure from all alarms ;

Rest – – ing, rest – – ing,

Resting in the everlasting arms I



Oh, how safe am I in this pilgrim way,

Resting in the everlasting arms !

Oh, how bright the path grows from

Resting in the everlasting arms !



What have I to dread, what have I to fear,

Resting in the everlasting arms ?

I have perfect peace with my Saviour near,

Resting in the everlasting arms !



SS & S 648  The love that Jesus had for me,

To suffer on the cruel tree.

That I a ransomed soul might be,

Is more than tongue can tell !


His love is more than tongue can tell ! . . .

His love is more than tongue can tell ! . . .

The love that Jesus had for me

Is more than tongue can tell I



The bitter sorrow that He bore,

And oh, that crown of thorns He

That I might live for evermore, [wore,

Is more than tongue can tell !



The peace I have in Him, my Lord,

Who pleads before the throne of God,

The merit of His precious blood,

Is more than tongue can tell !



The joy that comes when He is near,

The rest He gives, so free from fear,

The hope in Him, so bright and clear,

Is more than tongue can tell !

SS & S 649  I know I love Thee better, Lord,

Than any earthly joy ;

For Thou hast given me the peace

Which nothing can destroy.


The half has never yet been told, . . .

Of love so full and free !

The half has never yet been told, . . .

The blood—-it cleanseth me ! . . .



I know that Thou art nearer still

Than any earthly throng ;

And sweeter is the thought of Thee

Than any lovely song.



Thou hast put gladness in my heart ;

Then may I well be glad !

Without the secret of Thy love,

I could not but be sad.



O Saviour, precious Saviour, mine !

What will Thy presence be,

If such a life of joy can crown

Our walk on earth with Thee !




SS & S 650  Ring the bells of heaven ! there is joy to-day,

For a soul returning from the wild !

See ! the Father meets him out upon the way,

Welcoming His weary, wandering child.


Glory I glory ! how the angels sing ;

Glory ! glory ! how the loud harps ring !

‘Tis the ransomed army, like a mighty sea,

Pealing forth the anthem of the free.



Ring the bells of heaven ! there is joy to-day,

For the wanderer now is reconciled ;

Yes, a soul is rescued from his sinful way,

And is born anew a ransomed child.



Ring the bells of heaven ! spread the

feast to-day !

Angels, swell the glad, triumphant strain !

Tell the joyful tidings, bear it far away !

For a precious soul is born again.








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