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Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 851 – 900

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Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 851 – 900

(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 851  We have a firm foundation,

Whose hope is in the Lord ;

We have a blessed haven,

Who anchor in His word :

Though surges break around us,

And clouds our sky may dim,

He will not leave to perish

One soul that clings to Him.

 

Give praise to our Redeemer, oh, magnify

His grace :

Oux everlasting portion, our sure abiding-place.

 

2

We have a strong deliverer,

Who trust His mighty arm ;

Not all the hosts of darkness

His chosen ones can harm ;

His arm that brought salvation

Defends them from above ;

They rest within His mercy,

O’ershadowed by His love.

 

3

O love, that stooped from heaven

To lift us up to God,

O love, that to redeem us

The path of sorrow trod ;

Through yonder land of Beulah

Glad harps with rapture ring,

And numbers without number

Its boundless triumph sing.

 

SS & S 852  Loved with everlasting love,

Led by grace that love to know ;

Spirit, breathing from above,

Thou hast taught me it is so !

Oh this full and perfect peace !

Oh this transport all divine !

In a love which cannot cease,

I am His, and He is mine ;

In a love which cannot cease,

I am His, and He is mine.

 

2

Heaven above is softer blue,

Earth around is sweeter green !

Something lives in every hue

Christless eyes have never seen :

Birds with gladder songs o’erflow,

Flowers with deeper beauties shine,

Since I know, as now I know,

I am His, and He is mine.

 

3

Things that once were wild alarms

Cannot now disturb my rest ;

Closed in everlasting arms,

Pillowed on the loving breast.

Oh to lie for ever here,

Doubt and care and self resign,

While He whispers in my ear —

I am His, and He is mine !

 




 

SS & S 853  O Christ, in Thee my soul hath found,

And found in Thee alone,

The peace, the joy I sought so long,

The bliss till now unknown.

 

Now none but Christ can satisfy

None other name for me : . .

There’s love, and life, and lasting joy

Lord Jesus, found in Thee.

 

2

I sighed for rest and happiness,

I yearned for them, not Thee ;

But while I passed my Saviour by,

His love laid hold on me.

 

3

I tried the broken cisterns, Lord,

But ah ! the waters failed !

E’en as I stooped to drink they’d fled,

And mocked me as I wailed. •

 

4

The pleasures lost I sadly mourned,

But never wept for Thee,

Till grace the sightless eyes received

Thy loveliness to see.

 

SS & S 854  The blessed Redeemer has found me,

And shattered the fetters that bound me;

Though all was confusion around me,

He came and spoke peace to my soul.

In tenderest love He hath bought me,

With patience He constantly sought me,

The way of salvation He taught me,

And made my heart perfectly whole.

 

He saves me, He saves me,

His love fills my soul, hallelujah !

I’ll praise Him, I’ll praise Him,

His Spirit abideth within.

He saves me. He saves mej

His love fills my soul, hallelujah !

I’ll praise Him, I’ll praise Him,

His blood cleanseth me from all sin.

 

2

He sought me so long ere I knew Him,

But finally winning me to Him,

I yielded my all to pursue Him,

And asked to be filled with His grace.

Although a vile sinner before Him,

Through faith I was led to implore Him,

And now I rejoice and adore Him,

Restored to His loving embrace.

 

3

I never, no, never will leave Him,

Grow weary of service and grieve Him,

I’ll constantly trust and believe Him,

Secure in His presence divine.

Abiding in love ever flowing,

In knowledge and grace ever growing,

Confiding implicitly, knowing

That Jesus the Saviour is mine.




 

SS & S 855  I hear the Saviour say,

Thy strength indeed is small ;

Child of weakness, watch and pray,

Find in Me thine all in all.

 

Jesus paid it all —

All to Him I owe ;

Sin had left a crimson stain ;

He washed it white as snow.

 

2

Lord, now indeed I find

Thy power, and Thine alone,

Can change the leper’s spots,

And melt the heart of stone.

 

3

For nothing good have I

Whereby Thy grace to claim —

I’ll wash my garments white

In the blood of Calvary’s Lamb.

 

4

When from my dying bed

My ransomed soul shall rise,

Then  Jesus paid it all !

Shall rend the vaulted skies.

 

SS & S 856  There’s a wonderful story I’ve heard long ago,

‘Tis called  The sweet story of old  ;

I hear it so often, wherever I go

That same old story is told ;

And I’ve thought it was strange that

so often they’d tell

That story as if it were new ;

But I’ve found out the reason they

loved it so well —

That old, old story is true !

 

That old, old story is true,

That old, old story is true ;

But I’ve found out the reason they loved it so

That old, old story is true ! [well —

 

2

They told of a Saviour so lovely and pure,

That came to the earth to dwell,

To seek for His lost ones, and make them secure

From death and the power of hell ;

That He was despised, and with

thorns He was crowned,

On the cross was extended to mView ;

But oh, what sweet peace in my heart since I’ve found

That old, old story is true !

But oh, what sweet peace in my heart since

That old, old story is true 1 [I’ve found

 

3

He arose and ascended to heaven, we’re told,

Triumphant o’er death and hell ;

He’s preparing a place in that city of gold,

Where loved ones for ever may dwell ;

Where our kindred we’ll meet, and

we’ll nevermore part ;

And oh, while I tell it to you,

It is peace to my soul, it is joy to my heart —

That old, old story is true !

It is peace to my soul, it is joy to my heart-

That old, old story is true.




 

SS & S 857  I know not why God’s wondrous grace

To me hath been made known ;

Nor why — unworthy as I am —

He claimed me for His own.

 

But  I know whom I have believed and

am persuaded that He is able to keep that

which I’ve committed unto Him against that

day.

 

2

I know not how this saving faith

To me He did impart ;

Or how believing in His Word

Wrought peace within my heart.

 

3

I know not how the Spirit moves,

Convincing men of sin ;

Revealing Jesus through the Word,

Creating faith in Him.

 

4

I know not what of good or ill

May be reserved for me —

Of weary ways or golden days

Before His face I see.

 

SS & S 858  In Christ is love abounding,

In Him redeeming grace ;

In Him my daily manna,

In Him my hiding-place.

In Him there is atonement,

In Him eternal life ;

In Him a full salvation,

In Him an end of strife.

 

In Him ! . . In Him ! . .

There’s fulness of blessing in His service sweet !

In Him ! . . In Him ! . .

I am in Him complete ! . .

 

2

In Him I now am resting ;

The half I cannot tell

Of all the priceless blessings

Which make my heart to swell

With thankful adoration,

As day by day I find

His peace and grace sufficient,

To keep both heart and mind.

 

3

But when I see Thee, Jesus,

W r hen face to face we meet —

Then in Thine own dear image

It will be far more sweet :

Oh, then I’ll sing my praises

For all I’ve found in Thee ;

And give to Him the glory

Who has redeemed me.




 

SS & S 859  Nearer the cross !  my heart can say,

I am coming nearer,

Nearer the cross from day to day,

I am coming nearer ;

Nearer the cross where Jesus died,

Nearer the fountain’s crimson tide,

Nearer my Saviour’s wounded side,

I am coming nearer.

 

2

Nearer the Christian’s mercy-seat,

I am coming nearer,

Feasting my soul on manna sweet,

I am coming nearer;

Stronger in faith, more clear I see

Jesus, who gave Himself for me ;

Nearer to Him I still would be :

Still I’m coming nearer.

 

3

Nearer in prayer my hope aspires,

I am coming nearer,

Deeper the love my soul desires,

I am coming nearer;

Nearer the end of toil and care,

Nearer the joy I long to share,

Nearer the crown I soon shall wear :

I am coming nearer.

 

SS & S 860  I know Thy hand upholdeth me,

My Saviour and my God ;

And step by step I’ll follow Thee

Where’er Thy feet have trod.

 

I know in whom I have believed,

And, knowing, I am blest j

Thou art the Anchor of my soul —

In Thee my hope shall rest.

 

2

I know Thy hand upholdeth me,

When doubt and danger near

Would tempt me from the narrow way,

Or fill my heart with fear.

 

3

I know Thy hand upholdeth me,

And will in safety keep

My trusting heart, though I may pass

Through waters dark and deep.

 

4

I know Thy hand upholdeth me,

And will my soul defend ;

Sufficient is Thy grace, O Lord,

To keep me to the end.




 

SS & S 861  Though I my Saviour may not see,

Yet every hour He speaks to me ;

And since I made of Him my choice,

Oh, praise the Lord, I know His voice!

 

I know His voice, . . . my Saviour’s voice . .

And oh, it makes . . . my heart rejoice, . . .

Whenever He . . . shall speak to me > . . .

Oh, praise the Lord ! I know His voice. . . .

 

2

How often, though I see no form,

I hear His voice above the storm ;

He bids the waves their tumult cease :

The sun breaks forth, and all is peace.

 

3

He speaks to me of truth and right,

Of joy and rest beyond our sight;

He speaks to me of peace and love,

And tells me of the home above.

 

SS & S 862  I wandered in the shades of night,

Till Jesus came to me,

And with the sunlight of His love

Bid all my darkness flee.

 

Sunlight, sunlight in my soul to-day ; . . .

Sunlight, sunlight all along the way ; . .

Since the Saviour found me, took away my sin, . .

I have had the sunlight of His love within.

 

2

Though clouds may gather in the sky,

And billows round me roll,

However dark the world may be,

I’ve sunlight in my soul.

 

3

While walking in the light of God,

I sweet communion find ;

I press with holy vigour on,

And leave the world behind.

 

4

I cross the wide extended fields,

I journey o’er the plain,

And in the sunlight of His love

I reap the golden grain.

 

5

Soon I shall see Him as He is,

Who gave Himself for me ;

Behold the brightness of His face

Through all eternity.




 

SS & S 863  I looked to Jesus in my sin,

My woe and want confessing ;

Undone and lost I came to Him —

I sought and found a blessing.

 

I looked . . to Him ;  . .

‘Tis true— His  Whosoever  !

He looked . . on me : . .

And we were one for ever.

 

2

I looked to Jesus on the cross ;

For me I saw Him dying ;

God’s word believed — that all my sins

Were there upon Him lying.

 

3

I looked to Jesus there on high,

From death upraised to glory ;

I trusted in His power to save,

Believed the old, old story.

 

4

He looked on me — oh, look of love !

My heart by it was broken ;

And with that look of love He gave

The Holy Spirit’s token.

 

5

Now one with Christ, I find my peace

In Him to be abiding ;

And in His love for all my need,

In childlike faith confiding.

 

SS & S 864  I am redeemed, oh, praise the Lord !

My soul, from bondage free,

Has found at last a resting-place

In Him who died for me !

 

I am redeemed ! . . . I am redeemed ! . . .

I’ll sing it o’er and o’er ;

I am redeemed ! . . . Oh, praise the Lord !

Redeemed for evermore !

 

2

I looked, and lo, from Calvary’s cross

A healing fountain streamed ;

It cleansed my heart, and now I sing,

Praise God, I am redeemed !

 

3

The debt is paid, my soul is free ;

And by His mighty power,

The blood that washed my sins away

Still cleanseth every hour.

 

4

All glory be to Jesus’ name,

I know that He is mine !

For on my heart the Spirit seals

His pledge of love divine.

 

5

And when I reach that world more

Than mortal ever dreamed, [bright

I’ll cast my crown at Jesus’ feet,

And cry,  Redeemed, redeemed !




 

SS & S 865  Have you on the Lord believed ?

Still there’s more to follow ;

Of His grace have you received ?

Still there’s more to follow :

Oh, the grace the Father shows !

Still there’s more to follow ;

Freely He His grace bestows,

Still there’s more to follow.

 

More and more, more and more,

Always more to follow ;

Oh, His matchless, boundless lovel

Still there’s more to follow.

 

2

Have you felt the Saviour near ?

Does His blessed presence cheer ?

Oh, the love that Jesus shows !

Freely He His love bestows.

 

3

Have you felt the Spirit’s power ?

Falling like the gentle shower ?

Oh, the power the Spirit shows !

Freely He His power bestows.

 

SS & S 866  O happy day, that fixed my choice

On Thee, my Saviour and my God !

Well may this glowing heart rejoice,

And tell its raptures all abroad.

 

Happy day ! Happy day !

When Jesus washed my sins away !

He taught me how to watch and pray,

And live rejoicing every day ;

Happy day ! Happy day 1

When Jesus washed my sins away I

 

2

‘Tis done, the great transaction’s done —

I am my Lord’s, and He is mine ;

He drew me, and I followed on.

Charmed to confess the voice divine.

 

3

Now rest, my long-divided heart,

Fixed on this blissful centre, rest ;

Nor ever from thy Lord depart,

With Him of every good possessed.

 

4

High heaven, that heard the solemn vow,

That vow renewed shall daily hear,

Till in life’s latest hour I bow,

And bless in death a bond so dear.




 

SS & S 867  I believed in God’s wonderful mercy and grace ;

Believed in the smile of His reconciled face ;

Believed in His message of pardon and peace :

I believed, and I keep on believing !

 

Believe ! and the  feeling  may come or may go;

Believe in the Word that was written to show

That all who believe, their salvation may know ;

Believe, and keep right on believing !

 

2

I believed in the work of my crucified Lord ;

Believed in redemption alone through His blood ;

Believed in my Saviour by trusting His word :

I believed, and I keep on believing !

 

3

I believed in the heart that was

opened for me ;

Believed in the love flowing blessed and free ;

Believed that my sins were all nailed to the tree :

I believed, and I keep on believing !

 

4

I believed in Himself, as the true

Living One ; [the throne ;

Believed in His presence on high on

Believed in His coming in glory full soon;

I believed, and I keep on believing !

 

SS & S 868  All my doubts I give to Jesus !

I’ve His gracious promise heard —

I shall never be confounded  —

1 am trusting in that word.

 

I am trusting, fully trusting,

Sweetly trusting in His word ;

I am trusting, fully trusting,

Sweetly trusting in His word.

 

2

All my sin I lay on Jesus !

He doth wash me in His blood ;

He will keep me pure and holy,

He will bring me home to God.

 

3

All my fears 1 give to Jesus !

Rests my weary soul on Him ;

Though my way be hid in darkness,

Never can His light grow dim.

 

4

All my joys I give to Jesus !

He is all I want of bliss ;

He of all the worlds is Master —

He has all I need in this.

 

5

All I am I give to Jesus !

All my body, all my soul,

All I have, and all I hope for,

While eternal ages roll.




 

SS & S 869  Oh, precious heavenly knowledge,

Surpassing earthly lore ;

The love of God in Jesus,

In all its boundless store.

 

Known . . . and believed, . . .

Glad ly received, . . .

Won derful, won derful word : . ..

Dwell ing in love, . . .

Dwell ing in God, . . .

Par doned and cleansed by the Blood . . .

 

2

By God’s own Word this knowledge

To us has been revealed ;

The written Word declares it,

Through Him whom God hath

 

3

By faith we have received it, [sealed,

This love of God to men ;

At Calvary we believed it,

When He forgave our sin.

 

4

The Spirit in us dwelling,

Bears witness from above ;

The gracious message telling,

That God in Christ is love.

 

SS & S 870  I lay my sins on Jesus,

The spotless Lamb of God ;

He bears them all, and frees us

From the accursed load.

I bring my guilt to Jesus.

To wash my crimson stains,

White in His blood most precious,

Till not a spot remains.

 

2

I lay my wants on Jesus,

All fulness dwells in Him ;

He heals all my diseases,

He doth my soul redeem.

I lay my griefs on Jesus,

My burdens and my cares :

He from them all releases ;

He all my sorrow shares.

 

3

I rest my soul on Jesus,

This weary soul of mine ;

His right hand me embraces,

I on His breast recline.

I love the name of Jesus,

Immanuel, Christ, the Lord :

Like fragrance on the breezes,

His name abroad is poured.

 

4

I long to be like Jesus,

Meek, loving, lowly, mild;

I long to be like Jesus,

The Father’s holy child.

I long to be with Jesus

Amid the heavenly throng,

To sing with saints His praises,

To learn the angels’ song.




 

SS & S 871  I’ve found a Friend; oh, such a Friend !

He loved me ere I knew Him ;

He drew me with the cords of love,

And thus He bound me to Him.

And round my heart still closely twine

Those ties which naught can sever,

For I am His and He is mine,

For ever and for ever !

 

2

I’ve found a Friend ; oh, such a Friend !

He bled, He died to save me ;

And not alone the gift of life,

But His own self He gave me ;

Naught that I have my own I call,

I hold it for the Giver : [all,

My heart, my strength, my life, my

Are His, and His for ever!

 

3

I’ve found a Friend; oh, such a Friend !

All power to Him is given,

To guard me on my onward course,

And bring me safe to heaven.

Th’ eternal glories gleam afar,

To nerve my faith endeavour :

So now to watch ! to work ! to war !

And then — to rest for ever !

 

4

I’ve found a Friend; oh, such a Friend !

So kind, and true, and tender,

So wise a Counsellor and Guide,

So mighty a Defender !

From Him, who loves me now so well,

What power my soul can sever ?

Shall life ? or death ? or earth ? or hell ?

No ! I am His for ever !

 

SS & S 872  There is sunshine in my soul to-day,

More glorious and bright

Than glows in any earthly sky ;

For Jesus is my light.

 

Oh, there’s sun . . . shine, blessed sun . . . shine,

When the peaceful, happy moments roll ; . . .

When Jesus shows His smiling face,

There is sunshine in my soul.

 

2

There is music in my soul to-day,

A carol to my King ;

And Jesus, listening, can hear

The songs I cannot sing.

 

3

There is springtime in my soul to-day ;

For, when the Lord is near,

The dove of peace sings in my heart,

The flowers of grace appear.

 

4

There is gladness in my soul to-day,

And hope, and praise, and love;

For blessings which He gives me now,

For joys laid up above.




 

SS & S 873  Blessed assurance — Jesus is mine !

Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine !

Heir of salvation, purchase of God ;

Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.

 

This is my story, this is my song,

Praising my Saviour all the day long ;

This is my story, this is my song,

Praising my Saviour all the day long.

 

2

Perfect submission, perfect delight,

Visions of rapture burst on my sight ;

Angels descending, bring from above

Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

 

3

Perfect submission, all is at rest,

I in my Saviour am happy and blest ;

Watching and waiting, looking above,

Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.

 

SS & S 874  What can wash away my stain ?

Nothing but the blood of Jesus !

What can make me whole again ?

Nothing but the blood of Jesus !

 

Oh, precious is the flow,

That makes me white as snow !

No other fount I know,

Nothing but the blood of Jesus !

 

2

For my cleansing this I see —

Nothing but the blood of Jesus !

For my pardon this my plea —

Nothing but the blood of Jesus !

 

3

Nothing can for sin atone —

Nothing but the blood of Jesus !

Naught of good that I have done —

Nothing but the blood of Jesus !

 

4

This is all my hope and peace —

Nothing but the blood of Jesus !

This is all my righteousness —

Nothing but the blood of Jesus !




 

SS & S 875  I will sing the wondrous story

Of the Christ who died for me ;

How He left His home in glory,

For the cross on Calvary.

 

Yes, I’ll sing . . . the wondrous sto – – – ry

Of the Christ . . . who died for me ; . . .

Sing it with . . . the saints in glo – – – ry,

Gathered by . . . the crystal sea. . . .

 

2

I was lost ; but Jesus found me —

Found the sheep that went astray ;

Threw His loving arms around me,

Drew me back into His way.

 

3

I was bruised : but Jesus healed me —

Faint was I from many a fall ;

Sight was gone, and fears possessed me :

But He freed me from them all.

 

4

Days of darkness still come o’er me ;

Sorrow’s paths I often tread ;

But the Saviour still is with me,

By His hand I’m safely led.

 

5

He will keep me till the river

Rolls its waters at my feet ;

Then He’ll bear me safely over,

Where the loved ones I shall meet.

 

SS & S 876  It came to me one precious day,

That I had grieved my Lord away ;

It smote me with a sense of loss,

And drove me to His blessed cross.

 

By faith I saw Him on the tree ;

‘Twas there His blood was shed for me ;

And by that look, O love divine,

I now am His, and He is mine.

 

2

It came to me that joyful day,

That He would take my sins away,

If I to Him would trust my all,

And on His name but humbly call.

 

3

It came to me that golden day,

That in my heart He’d come and stay,

And there abide for evermore,

If I would open wide the door.




 

SS & S 877  Standing on the promises of Christ my King,

Through eternal ages let His praises ring ;

Glory in the highest, I will shout and sing,

Standing on the promises of God.

 

Stand ing, . . stand ing, . .

Standing on the promises of God my Saviour ;

Stand ing, . . stand ing, . .

I’m standing on the promises of God.

 

2

Standing on the promises that cannot fail,

When the howling storms of doubt and fear assail,

By the living word of God I shall prevail,

Standing on the promises of God.

 

3

Standing on the promises I now can see ‘

Perfect, present cleansing in the blood for me ;

Standing in the liberty where Christ makes free,

Standing on the promises of God.

 

4

Standing on the promises of Christ the Lord,

Bound to Him eternally by love’s strong cord,

Overcoming daily with the Spirit’s sword,

Standing on the promises of God.

 

5

Standing on the promises I cannot fall,

Listening every moment to the Spirit’s call,

Resting in my Saviour as my All in all,

Standing on the promises of God.

 

SS & S 878  How sweet, my Saviour, to repose

On Thine almighty power !

To feel Thy strength upholding me,

Through every trying hour !

 

Casting all . . your care upon Him, . . .

Casting all . . your care upon Him, . . .

Casting all . . your care upon Him, . . .

For He careth, He careth for you.

 

2

It is Thy will that I should cast

My every care on Thee ;

To Thee refer each rising grief,

Each new perplexity ;

 

3

That I should trust Thy loving care,

And look to Thee alone,

To calm each troubled thought to rest,

In prayer before Thy throne.

 

4

Why should my heart then be distrest,

By dread of future ill ?

Or why should unbelieving fear

My trembling spirit fill ?




 

SS & S 879  Will your anchor hold in the storms of life?

When the clouds unfold their wings of strife;

When the strong tides lift and the cables strain,

Will your anchor drift, or firm remain ?

 

We have an anchor that keeps the soul

Steadfast and sure while the billows roll ;

Fastened to the Rock which cannot move,

Grounded firm and deep in the Saviour’s love !

 

2

Will your anchor hold in the straits of fear ?

When the breakers roar and the reef is near ;

While the surges rave, and the wild winds blow,

Shall the angiy waves then your bark o’erflow ?

 

3

Will your anchor hold in the floods of death,

When the waters cold chill your latest breath ?

On the rising tide you can never fail,

While your anchor holds within the veil.

 

4

Will your eyes behold through the morning light

The city of gold, and the harbour bright ?

Will you anchor safe by the heavenly shore,

When life’s storms are past for evermore ?

 

SS & S 880  In ancient days, when Israel’s host

In darkest bondage lay,

The Mighty power of God was shown —

He rolled the sea away,

 

He rolls the sea away,

He rolls the sea away ;

With Jesus ever near, no foe have I to fear —

He rolls the sea away.

 

2

The waves of sin swept o’er my soul,

Temptations held their sway,

The Lord spoke peace, and pardon gave —

He rolled the sea away.

 

3

Though doubts and fears obscure my path,

With Jesus I will stay ;

He’ll keep me near His loving heart,

And roll the sea away.

 

4

Lord Jesus, when in my last hour

I face toward realms of day,

Thy presence then shall pilot me,

And roll the sea away.

 

SS & S 881  Now, in a song of grateful praise,

To my dear Lord my voice I’ll raise ;

With all His saints I’ll join to tell,

My Jesus has done all things well !

 

And above the rest this note shall swell,

This note shall swell, this note shall swell ;

And above the rest this note shall swell :

My Jesus has done all things well I

 

2

1 low sovereign, wonderful, and free,

Has been His love to sinful me !

He plucked me from the jaws of hell :

My Jesus has done all things well !

 

3

Though many a fiery flaming dart

The tempter levels at my heart—

With this I all his rage repel :

My Jesus has done all things well !

 

4

And when to that bright world I rise,

And claim my mansion in the skies,

Above the rest this note shall swell :

My Jesus has done all things well !

 

SS & S 882  I hear the words of love,

I gaze upon the blood,

I see the mighty Sacrifice,

And I have peace with God.

 

2

‘Tis everlasting peace !

Sure as Jehovah’s name ;

Tis stable as His steadfast throne,

For evermore the same.

 

3

The clouds may go and come,

And storms may sweep my sky —

This blood-sealed friendship changes not :

The cross is ever nigh.

 

4

My love is ofttimes low,

My joy still ebbs and flows ;

But peace with Him remains the

No change Jehovah knows, [same —

 

5

I change, He changes not,

The Christ can never die ;

His love, not mine, the resting-place,

His truth, not mine, the tie.




 

SS & S 883   I’m not ashamed to own my Lord,

Or to defend His cause ;

Maintain the honour of His Word,

The glory of His cross.

 

At the cross 1 at the cross I where I first saw the light,

And the burden of my heart rolled away ; . . .

It was there by faith I received my sight,

And now I am happy all the day !

 

2

Jesus, my God ! I know His name—

His name is all my trust :

Nor will He put my soul to shame,

Nor let my hope be lost.

 

3

Firm as His throne His promise stands;

And He can well secure

What I’ve committed to His hands,

Till the decisive hour.

 

4

Then He will own my worthless name

Before His Father’s face ;

And in the new Jerusalem

Appoint my soul a place.

 

SS & S 884  Till I learned to love Thy name,

Lord, Thy grace denying,

I was lost in sin and shame,

Dying, dying, dying !

 

Hallelujah ! grace is free,

This is now my story ;

Jesus’ blood avails for me—

Glory ! glory ! glory I

 

2

Peace the world could not impart,

Dark and drear the morrow ;

In my sad and weary heart,

Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow I

 

3

When I learned to love Thy name

O Thou meek and lowly 1

Rapture kindled to a flame —

Holy, holy, holy !

 

4

Oh, that all the earth might ring

With salvation’s story,

Till before the throne I sing,

Glory ! glory ! glory !




 

SS & S 885  Life wears a different face to me,

Since I found my Saviour ;

Rich mercy at His cross I see,

My kind and loving Saviour.

 

Doubts and fears have passed away,

Jesus turns my night to day ;

Heaven seems not so far away,

Since I found my Saviour.

 

2

He sought me in His wondrous love,

Thus I found my Saviour ;

He brought salvation from above,

My own, my precious Saviour.

 

3

Though passing clouds have inter-

Since I found my Saviour, [vened

Yet He is with me, though unseen,

My ever-present Saviour.

 

4

His hand still firmly holds my own,

Since I found my Saviour ;

He leads me onward to the throne,

Oh, there I’ll see my Saviour !

 

SS & S 886  I’ve found a joy in sorrow,

A secret balm for pain,

A beautiful to-morrow

Of sunshine after rain ;

I’ve found a branch of healing

Near every bitter spring,

O’er every broken string.

 

2

I’ve found a glad hosanna

For every woe and wail ;

A handful of sweet manna

When grapes of Eshcol fail ;

I’ve found a Rock of Ages

When desert wells are dry ;

And, after weary stages,

I’ve found an Elim nigh.

 

3

An Elim with its coolness,

Its fountains, and its shade ;

A blessing in its fulness,

When buds of promise fade.

O’er tears of soft contrition

I’ve seen a rainbow light,

A glory and fruition,

So near ! — yet out of sight.

 

4

My Saviour, Thee possessing,

I have the joy, the balm,

The healing and the blessing,

The sunshine and the psalm ;

The promise for the fearful,

The Elim for the faint ;

The rainbow for the tearful,

The glory for the saint !




 

SS & S 887  I am walking on the waves !

For my blest Redeemer saves,

As I look with trustful eye unto Him :

He upholds me all the way,

And my heart is bright as day,

For ’tis lit by heaven’s ray — never dim.

 

I am walking on the waves !

For my great Redeemer saves :

I am walking with my Lord, on the waves.

 

2

I am walking on the waves !

In my weakness Jesus saves,

As I fully trust in Him every hour :

He supports me with His arms,

And He quiets my alarms,

And He Satan’s hosts disarms, by His power.

 

3

I am walking on the waves !

In my sorrows Jesus saves,

As I everything resign to His will :

All my burdens He doth bear,

Every trouble He doth share —

So my heart is free from care, and is still.

 

4

I am walking on the waves !

In temptations Jesus saves,

As I trust His keeping grace all the day ;

For He always fights for me,

And He gives me victory —

So I sing rejoicingly, all the way

 

SS & S 888  I will tell the precious story,

And proclaim the wondrous love

Of my Saviour now in glory,

Seated on His throne above ;

Once He came, despised, rejected,

Everlasting life to bring ;

Now exalted Prince and Saviour —

He is Salem’s mighty King !

 

He is Je – – sus crucified ;

For am– ined world He died j

Now He reigns in heaven for ever

With the saved and glorified.

 

2

Though His name is high and holy,

And His kingdom so secure,

Yet He dwells with all the lowly,

If their hearts are only pure ;

Never yet was love so tender,

Never promise half so sweet,

Peace He gives when we surrender,

Sitting meekly at His feet.

 

3

When by sin and anguish driven

With our needs before the throne,

If we ask for bread from heaven,

Will He give to us a stone ?

No : He’ll hear our sad repining,

For He feels our every woe ;

And will pour us out a blessing,

That will surely overflow.

 

4

Do you fear the coming morrow,

With its crosses yet unknown ?

Have you any care or sorrow

That you cannot bear alone ?

Do not yield to sad complaining,

All your burdens on Him cast ;

Let your light be ever shining,

Faith will bring you home at last.




 

SS & S 889  Oh, how happy are they above !

Who the Saviour obey,

And have laid up their treasures

Tongue can never express

The sweet comfort and peace

Of a soul in its earliest love.

 

2

That sweet comfort was mine,

When the favour divine [Lamb ;

I received through the blood of the

When my heart first believed,

What a joy 1 received,

What a heaven in Jesus’s name !

 

3

‘Twas a heaven below

My Redeemer to know ;

And the angels could do nothing more

Than to fall at His feet,

And the story repeat,

And the Lover of sinners adore.

 

4

Jesus all the day long

Was my joy and my song ;

Oh that all His salvation might see !

He hath loved me, I cried ;

He hath suffered and died

To redeem even rebels like me.

 

5

Oh, the rapturous height

Of that holy delight

Which I felt in the life-giving blood !

Of my Saviour possessed,

I was perfectly blessed,

As if filled with the fulness of God.

 

SS & S 890  I know that Jesus ever lives,

And has prepared a place for me ;

And crowns of victory He gives

To those who would His children be.

 

Then ask me not to linger long

Amid the gay and thoughtless throng ;

For I am only waiting here

To hear the summons :  Child, come home !

 

2

I’m trusting Jesus Christ for all,

I know His blood now speaks for me ;

I’m listening for the welcome call,

To say :  The Master waiteth thee !

 

3

I’m now enraptured with the thought —

I stand and wonder at His love —

That He from heaven to earth was brought

To die, that I might live above.

 

4

I know that Jesus soon will come ;

I know the time will not be long,

Till I shall reach my heavenly home,

And join the everlasting song.




 

SS & S 891  Hallelujah ! Jesus saves me ;

Oh, the sweet and precious story !

I will give Him all the glory,

And adore His love to me.

 

From oppression He has brought me ;

From its bonds has set me free ;

I will praise Him for His mercy ;

Grace divine my song shall be.

 

2

Hallelujah ! Jesus hears me ; [ing,

When in prayer His throne address-

While in faith I seek His blessing,

Then His smile revealed I see.

 

3

Hallelujah ! Jesus leads me ;

I will doubt His promise never,

But believing, follow ever

Him who gave His life for me.

 

4

Hallelujah ! Jesus keeps me ;

In the Rock He safely hides me,

Every comfort He provides me,

Never friend so dear as He.

 

SS & S 892  I know that my Redeemer lives,

And ever prays for me ;

A token of His love He gives,

A pledge of liberty.

 

2

I find Him lifting up my head ;

He brings salvation near :

His presence makes me free indeed ;

And He will soon appear.

 

3

He wills that I should holy be :

What can withstand His will ?

The counsel of His grace in me

He surely shall fulfil.

 

4

Jesus, I hang upon Thy word :

I steadfastly believe

Thou wilt return, and claim me, Lord.

And to Thyself receive.




 

SS & S 893  Majestic sweetness sits enthroned

Upon the Saviour’s brow ;

His head with radiant glories crowned,

His lips with grace o’erflow.

 

2

No mortal can with Him compare

Among the sons of men ;

Fairer is He than all the fair

That fill the heavenly train.

 

3

He saw me plunged in deep distress,

He flew to my relief;

For me He bore the shameful cross,

And carried all my grief.

 

4

To Him I owe my life and breath,

And all the joys I have ;

He makes me triumph over death,

He saves me from the grave.

 

5

To heaven, the place of His abode,

He brings my weary feet ;

Shows me the glories of my God,

And makes my joy complete.

 

6

Since from His bounty I receive

Such proofs of love divine,

Had I a thousand hearts to give,

Lord, they should all be Thine !

 

SS & S 894  Amazing grace ! how sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me ;

I once was lost, but now am found ;

Was blind, but now I see.

 

2

‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,

And grace my fears relieved ;

How precious did that grace appear

The hour I first believed !

 

3

Through many dangers, toils, and

I have already come : [snares,

‘Tis grace that brought me safe thus far,

And grace will lead me home,

 

4

Yes, when this heart and flesh shall

And mortal life shall cease, [fail,

I shall possess within the vail

A life of joy and peace.




 

SS & S 895  Far away my steps had wandered,

Long in paths of sin I strayed,

Till my wayward heart deceived me,

And the world my trust betrayed :

Then I cried,  There’s none can help me,

None whose love can soothe my woe,

When I heard a voice that whispered,

,  Child, I loved thee iong ago.

 

Long ago, . . long ago ; . .

Child, I loved thee long ago ;

Oh, how sweet the voice that whispered,

Child, I loved . . thee long ago !

 

2

Through His mercy He received me,

All my sins He washed away ;

At His feet I knelt and praised Him

For the joy I found that day.

Now amid the verdant pastures,

Where the tranquil waters flow,

Still 1 hear His voice repeating,

Child. I loved thee long ago.

 

3

Come to Him, O heavy laden,

Only trust, and He’ll forgive ;

To the cross, where once He suffered,

Lo, He bids thee look and live.

If by faith and true repentance

Thou wilt ask His love to know —

Surely thou wilt hear Him answer,

Child, I loved thee long ago.

 

SS & S 896  I will sing of my Redeemer,

And His wondrous love to me ;

On the cruel cross He suffered,

From the curse to set me free.

 

Sing, oh sing . . . of my Redeemer ! . . .

With His blood . . . He purchased me ! .

 

On the cross . . . He sealed my par – don,

Paid the debt, . . . and made me free. . .

 

2

I will tell the wondrous story,

How my lost estate to save,

In His boundless love and mercy,

He the ransom freely gave.

 

3

I will praise my dear Redeemer,

His triumphant power I’ll tell ;

How the victory He giveth

Over sin, and death, and hell.

 

4

I will sing of my Redeemer,

And His heavenly love to me ;

He from death to life hath brought me,

Son of God, with Him to be.




 

SS & S 897  I once was a stranger to grace and to God ;

I knew not my danger, and felt not my load ;

Though friends spoke in rapture of

Christ on the tree,

Jehovah Tsidkenu  was nothing to me.

 

2

Like tears from the daughters of Zion

that roll,

I wept when the waters went over His soul,

Yet thought not that my sins had

nailed to the tree

Jehovah Tsidkenu  — ’twas nothing to me.

 

3

When free grace awoke me, by light from on high,

Then legal fears shook me, I trembled to die ;

No refuge, no safety, in self could I see;

Jehovah Tsidkenu  my Saviour must be.

 

SS & S 898  O brother, have you told how the Lord forgave ?

Let us hear you tell it over once again ;

Thy coming to the cross where He died to save,

Let us hear you tell it over once again.

Are you walking now in His blessed light ?

Are you cleansed from every guilty stain ?

Is He your joy by day and your song by night ?

Let us hear you tell it over once again.

 

Let us hear . . . you tell it o – ver, . . tell it

o ver once again ; . . .

Tell the sweet and blessed story,

It will help you on to glory —

Let us hear you tell it over once again.

 

2

When toiling up the way, was the

Saviour there ?

Let us hear you tell it over once again ;

Did Jesus bear you up in His tender care ?

Let us hear you tell it over once again.

Never have you found such a friend as He,

Who can help you ‘midst the toil and pain ;

Oh, all the world should hear what

He’s done for thee ;

Let us hear you tell it over once again.

 

3

Was ever on your tongue such a

bless6d theme ?

Let us hear you tell it over once again ;

‘Tis ever sweeter far than the sweetest dream —

Let us hear you tell it over once again.

There are aching hearts in the world’s great throng,

Who have sought for rest, and all in vain ;

Hold Jesus up to them by your word and song ;

Let us hear you tell it over once again.




 

SS & S 899  I will praise the Lord with heart and voice,

And in Him I will rejoice ;

I will sing His wondrous love to me,

And this my song shall be :

 

He hath taken . all . my sins away ; . .

Praise His holy name ! Praise His holy came

He hath taken . all . my sins away, . .

Hallelujah to His name !

 

2

When I came, with all my sin opprest,

Unto Him for peace and rest,

Then He heard my prayer and set me

And this my song shall be: [free,

 

3

I will praise Him with my latest breath,

For the victory over death ;

I will praise Him through eternity,

And this my song shall be :

 

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SS & S 900  Jesus, my All, to heaven is gone,

He whom I fixed my hopes upon ;

His track I see, and I’ll pursue

The narrow way, till Him I mView.

 

2

The way the holy prophets went,

The road that leads from banishment,

The King’s highway of holiness,

I’ll go, for all His paths are peace.

 

3

This is the way I long have sought.

And mourned because I found it not ;

My grief and burden long have been,

Because I could not cease from sin.

 

4

The more I strove against its power,

I sinned and stumbled but the more ;

Till late I heard my Saviour say,

Come hither, soul, I am the Way.

 

 

SACRED SONGS AND SOLOS HYMNS 851 – 900

SACRED SONGS AND SOLOS HYMNS 851 – 900

SACRED SONGS AND SOLOS HYMNS 851 – 900

SACRED SONGS AND SOLOS HYMNS 851 – 900

SACRED SONGS AND SOLOS HYMNS 851 – 900

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