O The Deep, Deep Love Of Jesus!

    Samuel T Francis (1834-1925)

    O the deep, deep love of Jesus!
    Vast, unmeasured, boundless, free;
    rolling as a mighty ocean
    in its fulness over me.
    Underneath me, all around me,
    in the current of Thy love;
    leading onward, leading homeward,
    to my glorious rest above.

    O the deep, deep love of Jesus!
    Spread His praise from shore to shore,
    how He loveth, ever loveth,
    changeth never, nevermore;
    how He watches o'er His loved ones,
    died to call them all His own;
    how for them He intercedeth,
    watches over them from the throne.

    O the deep, deep love of Jesus!
    Love of every love the best:
    'tis an ocean vast of blessing,
    'tis a haven sweet of rest.
    O the deep, deep love of Jesus!
    'tis a heaven of heavens to me;
    and it lifts me up to glory,
    for it lifts me up to Thee.

    O Valiant Hearts, Who To Your Glory Came

    O valiant hearts, who to your glory came
    through dust of conflict and through battle-flame,
    tranquil you lie, your knightly virtue proved,
    your memory hallowed in the land you loved.

    Long years ago, as earth lay dark and still,
    rose a loud cry upon a lonely hill,
    while in the frailty of our human clay
    Christ, our Redeemer, passed the self same way.

    Still stands His cross from that dread hour to this,
    like some bright star above the dark abyss;
    still, through the veil, the victor’s pitying eyes,
    look down to bless our lesser Calvaries.

    O risen Lord, O Shepherd of our Dead,
    whose cross has brought them and whose staff has led,
    in glorious hope their proud and sorrowing land
    commits her children to thy gracious hand.

    O Worship The King All Glorious Above

    William Kethe (1559 – 1594 Robert Grant (1779 – 1838)

    O worship the King all glorious above;
    O gratefully sing his power and his love;
    our shield and defender, the Ancient of Days,
    pavilioned in splendour and girded with praise.

    O tell of his might, O sing of his grace,
    whose robe is the light, whose canopy space;
    his chariots of wrath the deep thunder clouds form,
    and dark is his path on the wings of the storm.

    The earth with its store of wonders untold,
    almighty, thy power hath founded of old;
    hath stablished it fast by a changeless decree,
    and round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.

    Thy bountiful carewhat tongue can recite?
    It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
    It streams away from the hills, it descends to the plain,
    And sweetly distils in the dew and in the rain

    Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
    In these do we trust, nor find thee to fail;
    Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end!
    Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend.

    O measureless might, ineffable love,
    while angels delight to hymn thee above,
    thy humbler creation, though feeble their lays,
    with true adoration shall sing to thy praise.

    Of the Father’s heart begotten

    Corde natus ex parentis Aurelius Clemens Prudentius (348-c.410), translated John Mason Neale (1818-1866), Henry Williams Baker (1821-1877)

    Of the Father's love begotten
    ere the worlds began to be,
    he is Alpha and Omega,
    he the source, the ending he,
    of the things that are, that have been,
    and that future years shall see,
    evermore and evermore.

    By his word was all created;
    he commanded, it was done:
    heaven and earth and depths of ocean,
    universe of three in one;
    all that sees the moon's soft shining
    all that breathes beneath the sun,
    evermore and evermore.

    O that birth for ever blessèd!
    when the Virgin, full of grace,
    by the Spirit's power conceiving,
    bore the Saviour of our race,
    and the Babe, the world's Redeemer,
    first revealed his sacred face,
    evermore and evermore.

    This is he whom seers and sages
    sang of old with one accord,
    whom the voices of the prophets
    promised in their faithful word;
    now he shines, the long-expected;
    let creation praise its Lord,
    evermore and evermore.

    All the heights of heaven, adore him;
    angel hosts, his praises sing;
    powers, dominions bow before him,
    and extol our God and King:
    let no tongue on earth be silent,
    every voice in concert ring,
    evermore and evermore.

    Christ, to thee, with God the Father,
    and, O Holy Ghost, to thee,
    hymn and chant and high thanksgiving
    and unwearied praises be.
    honour, glory, and dominion,
    and eternal victory,
    evermore and evermore.

    On A Hill Far Away Stood An Old Rugged Cross

    George Bennard (1873-1958)

    On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
    the emblem of suff’ring and shame;
    and I loved that old cross where the dearest and best
    for a world of lost sinners was slain.
    So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
    till my trophies at last I lay down;
    I will cling to the old rugged cross
    and exchange it someday for a crown.

    Oh that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
    has a wondrous attraction for me;
    for the dear Lamb of God left his glory above
    to bear it to dark Calvary.
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    In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
    a wondrous beauty I see;
    for ‘twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died
    to pardon and sanctify me.
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    To the old rugged cross I will ever be true,
    its shame and reproach gladly bear;
    then he’ll call me some day to my home far away,
    where his glory for ever I’ll share.
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    Once In Royal David's City

    Cecil Frances Alexander (née Humphreys) (1818-1895)

    Once in royal David's city
    stood a lowly cattle shed,
    where a mother laid her baby
    in a manger for his bed:
    Mary was that Mother mild,
    Jesus Christ her little child.

    He came down to earth from heaven
    who is God and Lord of all,
    and his shelter was a stable,
    and his cradle was a stall;
    with the poor and mean and lowly
    lived on earth our Saviour holy.

    And through all his wondrous childhood
    he would honour and obey,
    love and watch the lowly Maiden,
    in whose gentle arms he lay:
    Christian children all must be
    mild, obedient, good as he.

    For he is our childhood's pattern,
    day by day like us he grew,
    he was little, weak, and helpless,
    tears and smiles like us he knew;
    and he feeleth for our sadness,
    and he shareth in our gladness.

    And our eyes at last shall see him,
    through his own redeeming love,
    for that child so dear and gentle
    is our Lord in heaven above;
    and he leads his children on
    to the place where he is gone.

    Not in that poor lowly stable,
    with the oxen standing by,
    we shall see him; but in heaven,
    set at God's right hand on high;
    where like stars his children crowned
    all in white shall wait around.

    One day when heaven was filled with His praises

    J Wilbur Chapman (1859-1918)

    One day when heaven was filled with His praises,
    One day when sin was as black as could be,
    Jesus came forth to be born of a virgin -
    Dwelt amongst men, my example is He!
    Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me;
    Buried, He carried my sins far away!
    Rising, he justified freely for ever;
    One day He's coming - O glorious day!

    One day they led Him up Calvary's mountain,
    One day they nailed Him to die on the tree;
    Suffering anguish, despised and rejected:
    Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He!
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    One day they left Him alone in the garden,
    One day He rested, from suffering free;
    Angels came down o'er His tomb to keep vigil;
    Hope of the hopeless, my Saviour is He!
    Chorus

    One day the grave could conceal Him no longer,
    One day the stone rolled away from the door;
    He had arisen, o'er death He had conquered;
    Now is ascended, my Lord, evermore!
    Chorus

    One day the trumpet will sound for His coming,
    One day the skies with His glory will shine;
    Wonderful day, His beloved ones bringing;
    Glorious Saviour, this Jesus is mone!
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    One More Step Along The World I Go,

    Sydney Carter (1915-2004)

    One more step along the world I go,
    One more step along the world I go.
    From the old things to the new
    Keep me travelling along with you.
    And it's from the old I travel to the new.
    Keep me travelling along with you.

    Round the corners of the world I turn,
    More and more about the world I learn.
    All the new things that I see
    You'll be looking at along with me.
    Chorus

    As I travel through the bad and good
    Keep me travelling the way I should.
    Where I see no way to go
    You'll be telling me the way, I know.
    Chorus

    Give me courage when the world is rough,
    Keep me loving though the world is tough.
    Leap and sing in all I do,
    Keep me travelling along with you.
    Chorus

    You are older than the world can be,
    You are younger than the life in me.
    Ever old and ever new,
    Keep me travelling along with you.
    Chorus

    Onward, Christian Soldiers, Marching As To War

    Sabine Baring – Gould (1834 – 1924)

    Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
    with the cross of Jesus going on before.
    Christ the royal master leads against the foe;
    forward into battle, see his banners go:

    Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
    with the cross of Jesus going on before.

    At the sign of triumph Satan’s host doth flee;
    on then, Christian soldiers, on to victory.
    Hell’s foundations quiver at the shout of praise;
    brothers, lift your voices, loud your anthems raise:

    Chorus

    Like a mighty army moves the church of God,
    Brothers, we are trading where the saints have trod;
    We are not divided, all one body we,
    One in hope and doctrine, one in charity

    Chorus

    Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise and wane,
    but the Church of Jesus constant will remain;
    gates of hell can never ‘gainst that Church prevail;
    we have Christ’s own promise, and that cannot fail:

    Chorus

    Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng,
    blend with us your voices in the triumph song;
    glory, laud and honour unto Christ the King;
    this through countless ages men and Angels sing:

    Chorus

    Open My Eyes That I May See

    Clara H Scott (1841-1897) and Frederick P Morris

    Open my eyes that I may see
    Glimpses of truth Thou hast for me;
    Place in my hands the wonderful key
    That shall unclasp and set me free.
    Silently now I wait for Thee,
    Ready, my God, Thy will to see;
    Open my eyes, illumine me,
    Spirit divine!

    Open my ears that I may hear
    Voices of truth Thou sendest clear;
    And while the wave-notes fall on my ear,
    Everything false will disappear.
    Silently now I wait for Thee,
    Ready, my God, Thy will to see;
    Open my ears, illumine me,
    Spirit divine!

    Open my mouth and let me bear
    Tiding of mercy everywhere;
    Open my heart and let me prepare
    Love with Thy children thus to share.
    Silently now I wait for Thee,
    Ready, my God, Thy will to see;
    Open my heart, illumine me,
    Spirit divine!

    Open my mind, that I may read
    More of Thy love in word and deed:
    What shall I fear while yet Thou dost lead?
    Only for light from Thee I plead.
    Silently now I wait for Thee,
    Ready, my God, Thy will to see;
    Open my mind, illumine me,
    Spirit divine!

    Open my way, that I may bring
    Trophies of graace to Thee, my King;
    Echoed in love Thy word shall outring,
    Sweet as the note that angels sing.
    Silently now I wait for Thee,
    Ready, my God, Thy will to see;
    Open my mind, illumine me,
    Spirit divine!

    Our Eyes Have Seen The Glory

    Our eyes have seen the glory of our Saviour, Christ the Lord;
    He is seated at the Father’s side in love and full accord;
    from there upon the sons of men His spirit is outpoured,
    all hail ascended king!

    Glory, glory hallelujah,
    glory, glory hallelujah,
    glory, glory hallelujah,
    all hail ascended King!

    He came to earth at Christmas and was made a man like us;
    He taught, he healed, he suffered and they nailed him to the cross;
    He rose again on Easter Day our Lord victorious,
    all hail ascended King!

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    The good news of his kingdom must be preached to every shore,
    the news of peace and pardon, and the end of strife and war;
    the secret of his kingdom is to serve him evermore,
    all hail ascended King!

    Chorus

    His kingdom is a family of men of every race,
    they live their lives in harmony, enabled by his grace;
    they follow his example ’til they see him face to face,
    all hail ascended King!

    Chorus

    Our Blest Redeemer, Ere He Breathed

    Harriet (Henriette) Auber (1773 – 1862)

    Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed
    His tender last farewell,
    a guide a Comforter, bequeathed
    with us to dwell.

    And his that gentle voice we hear,
    soft as the breath of even,
    that checks each fault, that calms each fear,
    and speaks of heaven.

    And every virtue we possess,
    and every conquest won,
    and every thought of holiness,
    are his alone.

    Spirit of purity and grace,
    our weakness, pitying, see:
    O make our hearts thy dwelling place
    and worthier thee.

    Pass Me Not, O Gentle Saviour

    Frances Jane van Alstyne (1820-1915)

    Pass me not, O gentle Saviour,
    Hear my humble cry;
    While on others Thou art calling,
    Do not pass me by.
    Saviour! Saviour!
    Hear my humble cry,
    And while others Thou art calling,
    Do not pass me by.

    Let me at a throne of mercy
    Find a sweet relief;
    Kneeling there in deep contrition,
    Help my unbelief.
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    Trusting only in Thy merit,
    Would I seek Thy face;
    Heal my wounded, broken spirit,
    Save me by Thy grace.
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    Thou the spring of all my comfort,
    More than life to me,
    Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
    Whom in Heaven but Thee?
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    Peace Is Flowing Like A River

    Peace is flowing like a river,
    flowing out through you and me,
    spreading out into the desert,
    setting all the captives free,
    setting all the captives free.

    Love is flowing like a river,
    flowing out through you and me,
    spreading out into the desert,
    setting all the captives free,
    setting all the captives free.

    Joy is flowing like a river,
    flowing out through you and me,
    spreading out into the desert,
    setting all the captives free,
    setting all the captives free.

    Faith is flowing like a river,
    flowing out through you and me,
    spreading out into the desert,
    setting all the captives free,
    setting all the captives free.

    Hope is flowing like a river,
    flowing out through you and me,
    spreading out into the desert,
    setting all the captives free,
    setting all the captives free.

    Peace, Perfect Peace, In This Dark World Of Sin

    Edward Henry Bickersteth (1825-1906)

    Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin?
    The blood of Jesus whispers peace within.

    Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed?
    To do the will of Jesus, this is rest.

    Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round?
    On Jesus' bosom naught but calm is found.

    Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away?
    In Jesus' keeping we are safe, and they.

    Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown?
    Jesus we know, and he is on the throne.

    Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours?
    Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers.

    7It is enough: earth's struggles soon shall cease,
    and Jesus call us to heaven's perfect peace.

    Peace, Perfect Peace, Is The Gift Of Christ Our Lord

    Kevin Mayhew (b. 1942)

    Peace, perfect peace, is the gift of Christ our Lord.
    Peace, perfect peace, is the gift of Christ our Lord.
    Thus, says the Lord, will the world know my friends.
    Peace, perfect peace, is the gift of Christ our Lord.

    Love, perfect love, is the gift of Christ our Lord. (2)
    Thus, says the Lord, will the world know my friends.
    Love, perfect love, is the gift of Christ our Lord.

    Faith, perfect faith, is the gift of Christ our Lord. (2)
    Thus, says the Lord, will the world know my friends.
    Faith, perfect faith, is the gift of Christ our Lord.

    Hope, perfect hope, is the gift of Christ our Lord. (2)
    Thus, says the Lord, will the world know my friends.
    Hope, perfect hope, is the gift of Christ our Lord.

    Joy, perfect joy, is the gift of Christ our Lord. (2)
    Thus, says the Lord, will the world know my friends.
    Joy, perfect joy, is the gift of Christ our Lord.

    Pleasant Are Thy Courts Above

    Henry F Lyte (1793-1847)

    Pleasant are Thy courts above,
    In the land of light and love;
    Pleasant are Thy courts below,
    In this land of sin and woe.
    O my spirit longs and faints
    For the converse of Thy saints,
    For the brightness of Thy face,
    For Thy fullness, God of grace!

    Happy birds that sing and fly
    Round Thy altars, O Most High!
    Happier souls that find a rest
    In a heavenly Father's breast!
    Like the wandering dove that found
    No repose on earth around,
    They can to their ark repair,
    And enjoy it ever there.

    Happy souls! Their praises flow
    In this vale of sin and woe;
    Waters in the desert rise,
    Manna feeds them from the skies.
    On they go from strength to strength,
    Till they reach Thy throne at length;
    At Thy feet adoring fall,
    Who hast led them safe through all.

    Lord, be mine this prize to win:
    Guide me through a world of sin;
    Keep me by Thy saving grace;
    Give me at Thy side a place.
    Sun and shield alike Thou art;
    Guide and guard my erring heart:
    Grace and glory flow from Thee;
    Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me!

    Praise him! Praise him! Jesus our blessed Redeemer

    Frances van Alstyne (Fanny Crosby) (1820-1915)

    Praise Him! praise Him! Jesus our blessed Redeemer!
    Sing, O earth - His wonderful love proclaim!
    Hail Him! hail Him! highest archangels in glory;
    Strength and honour give to His holy name!
    Like a shepherd, Jesus will guard His children,
    In his arms He carries them all day long.
    Praise Him! praise Him, tell of his excellent greatness;
    Praise Him! praise Him ever in joyful song!

    Praise Him! praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer!
    For our sins, he suffered, and bled, and died;
    He - our rock, our hope of eternal salvation,
    Hail Him! hail Him! Jesus, the Crucified!
    Sound His praises - Jesus who bore our sorrows,
    Love unbounded, wonderful, deep. and strong.
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    Praise Him! praise Him! Jesus our blessed Redeemer!
    Heavenly portals, loud with hosannas ring!
    Jesus, Saviour, reigneth for ever and ever:
    Crown Him! crown Him! prophet and priest and king!
    Christ is coming, over the world victorious,
    Power and glory unto the Lord belong.
    Chorus

    Praise My Soul

    Henry Francis Lyte (1793 – 1847)

    Praise, my soul, the King of heaven;
    to his feet thy tribute bring.
    Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
    who like me his praise should sing?
    Alleluia, Alleluia!
    Praise the everlasting King.

    Praise him for his grace and favour
    to our fathers in distress;
    Praise him still the same for ever,
    slow to chide, and swift to bless.
    Alleluia, Alleluia!
    Glorious in his faithfulness.

    Father like, he tends and spares us;
    well our feeble frame he knows:
    In his hands he gently bears us,
    rescues us from all our foes.
    Alleluia, Alleluia!
    Widely as his mercy flows.

    Angels, help us to adore him;
    ye behold him face to face;
    sun and moon, bow down before him,
    dwellers all in time and space.
    Alleluia, Alleluia!
    Praise with us the God of grace.

    Praise To The Holiest In The Height

    John Henry Newman (1801 – 1890)

    Praise to the holiest in the height,
    and in the depth be praise:
    In all his words most wonderful,
    most sure in all his ways.

    O loving wisdom of our God!
    When all was sin and shame,
    a second Adam to fight
    and to the rescue came.

    O generous love! that he, who smote
    in man for men the foe,
    the double agony in man
    for man should undergo;

    And in the garden secretly,
    and on the cross on high,
    should teach his brethren, and inspire
    to suffer and to die.

    Praise to the holiest in the height,
    and in the depth be praise;
    in all his words most wonderful,
    most sure in all his ways.

With Grace