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Entries in Hymns (34)

Sunday
Jul222018

Who Is on the Lord's Side?

Who is on the Lord's side? Who will serve the king?
Who will be his helpers, other lives to bring?
Who will leave the world's side? Who will face the foe?
Who is on the Lord's side? Who for him will go?
By thy call of mercy, by thy grace divine,
We are on the Lord's side, Saviour we are thine.

Not so for weight of glory, not for crown and palm,
Enter we the army, raise the warrior psalm;
But for love that claimeth lives for whom he died;
He whom Jesus nameth Must be on his side,
By thy love constraining, by thy grace divine,
We are on the Lord's side, Saviour, we are thine.

Jesus, thou hast bought us, not with gold or gem,
But with thine own life blood, for thy diadem.
With thy blessing filling each who comes to thee,
Thou hast made us willing, thou hast made ms free.
By thy grand redemption, by thy grace divine,
We are on the Lord's side, Saviour, we are thine.

Fierce may be the conflict, strong may be the foe,
But the King's own army none can overthrow.
'Round his standard ranging; vic'try is secure;
For his truth unchanging makes the triumph sure.
Joyfully enlisting, by thy grace divine,
We are on the Lord's side, Saviour, we are thine.

Chosen to be soldiers, in an alien land,
Chosen, called, and faithful, for our Captain’s band;
In the service royal, let us not grow cold,
Let us be right loyal, noble, true and bold.
Master, wilt Thou keep us, by Thy grace divine,
Always on the Lord’s side—Savior, always Thine!

Sunday
Jul152018

Holy God We Praise Thy Name

This is an old hymn, and there are versions with different combinations of verses. I like this version because it was the first one I ever heard. 

Holy God, we praise thy name;
Lord of all, we bow before thee;
All on earth thy scepter own,
All in heav'n above adore thee.
Infinite thy vast domain;
Everlasting is thy reign.

Spare thy people Lord we pray;
By a thousands snares surrounded,
Keep us from sin today,
And never let us be confounded.
All my trust I place in thee;
Never Lord abandon me!

Hark with loud and pealing hymn;
Thee the angels choirs are praising.
Cherubim and seraphim;
One unceasing chorus raising.
Ever sing with sweet accord:
Holy, holy, holy Lord;
Holy, holly, holy Lord!

Sunday
Jul082018

There Is a Fountain

There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains:
Lose all their guilty stains,
Lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day,
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away:
Wash all my sins away,
Wash all my sins away;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

E'er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die:
And shall be till I die,
And shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing your power to save:
I'll sing your power to save,
I'll sing your power to save;
Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing your power to save.

Words by William Cowper

This rendition with a different tune is pretty:

This is the usual tune:

Sunday
Jul012018

At the Cross

Alas and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such as worm as I?

Chorus:

At the cross, at the cross
Where I first saw theh 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.

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
While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulkness,
And melt my 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.

Lyrigs: Isaac Watts; refrain Ralph E. Hudson
Music: Ralph E. Hudson 

Sunday
Jun242018

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain, I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it Lord, that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.

See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all!

This is not the traditional tune most of us know, but the rendition is really pretty.