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To our Redeemer’s glorious name, awake the sacred song;
O may his love (immortal flame!) tune every heart and tongue.
Jesus, who left his throne on high! Left the bright realms of bliss!
And came on earth to bleed and die; was ever love like his?
Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee,
May every heart with rapture say,
“The Saviour died for me.”
His love, what mortal thought can reach, what mortal tongue display?
Imagination’s utmost stretch in wonder dies away!
O may the sweet, the blissful theme fill every heart and tongue
Till strangers love Thy charming name and join the sacred song
Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee,
May every heart with rapture say,
“The Saviour died for me.”
Let wonder still with love unite, and gratitude and joy;
Jesus be our supreme delight; his praise, our blest employ.
Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee,
May every heart with rapture say,
“The Saviour died for me.”
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Immortal, Invisible
02:53
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Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, thy great Name we praise.
Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,
Nor wanting, nor wasting, thou rulest in might;
Thy justice, like mountains, high soaring above
Thy clouds, which are fountains of goodness and love.
To all, life thou givest, to both great and small;
In all life thou livest, the true life of all;
We blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree,
And wither and perish—but naught changeth thee.
Great Father of glory, pure Father of light,
Thine angels adore thee, all veiling their sight;
All praise we would render; O help us to see
’Tis only the splendor of light hideth thee.
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Deep Are the Wounds
04:37
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Deep are the wounds which sin hath made;
Where shall the sinner find a cure?
In vain, alas, is nature's aid,
The work exceeds all nature's power.
Sin, like a raging fever, reigns
With fatal strength in every part;
The dire contagion fills the veins,
And spreads its poison to the heart.
And can no sovereign balm be found?
And is no kind physician nigh,
To ease the pain and heal the wound,
Ere life and hope forever fly?
There is a great physician near,
Look up, O fainting soul, and live;
See, in his heavenly smiles appear
Such ease as nature cannot give!
See in the Savior's dying blood
Life, health, and bliss abundant flow!
'Tis only this dear sacred flood
Can cleanse the heart, and heal its woe.
Sin throws in vain its pointed dart,
For here a sovereign cure is found;
A cordial for a fainting heart,
A balm for every painful wound.
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Awake, sweet gratitude, and sing
The ascended Savior's love;
Sing how he lives to carry on
His people's cause above.
With cries and tears he offered up
His humble suit below;
But with authority he asks,
Enthroned in glory now.
For all that come to God by him,
Salvation he demands;
Points to their names upon his breast,
And spreads his wounded hands.
His sweet atoning sacrifice
Gives sanction to his claim:
"Father, I will that all my saints
Be with me where I am."
Eternal life, at his request,
To every saint is given;
His care on earth, and, after death,
The plenitude of heaven.
For all that come to God by him,
Salvation he demands;
Points to their names upon his breast,
And spreads his wounded hands.
Founded on right, thy prayer avails;
The Father smiles on thee;
And now thou in thy kingdom art,
Dear Lord, remember me.
For all that come to God by him,
Salvation he demands;
Points to their names upon his breast,
And spreads his wounded hands.
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The Lord's Prayer
01:24
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Our Father who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy Name.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom
and the power and the glory
forever and ever, Amen.
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One Blood
03:49
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O God, you have made us all of one blood
And sent us your blessed Son
Proclaiming your kingdom: justice and peace
You’re calling to everyone
The far and the near may come
Let the nations of the earth
Seek after you and find you
Let our neighbors see in us your love
Pour out your Spirit,
Pour out your Spirit,
Pour out your Spirit on all people
Hasten the coming,
Hasten the coming,
Hasten the coming of your kingdom
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Glory Be to Jesus
03:05
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Glory be to Jesus
Who in bitter pains
Poured for me the life blood
From his sacred veins
Grace and life eternal
In that blood I find
Blest be his compassion
Infinitely kind
Blest through endless ages
Be the precious stream
Which from sin and sorrow
Doth the world redeem
Oft as earth exulting
Wafts its praise on high
Angel hosts, rejoicing
Make their glad reply
Lift ye then your voices
Swell the mighty flood
Louder still and louder
Praise the precious blood
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Now Thank We All Our God
02:30
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Now thank we all our God with heart and hands and voices,
Who wondrous things has done, in whom his world rejoices;
Who from our mothers’ arms has blessed us on our way
With countless gifts of love, and still is ours today.
O may this bounteous God through all our life be near us,
With ever joyful hearts and blessed peace to cheer us,
To keep us in his grace, and guide us when perplexed,
And free us from all ills in this world and the next.
All praise and thanks to God the Father now be given,
The Son and Spirit blest, who reign in highest heaven
The one eternal God, whom heaven and earth adore;
For thus it was, is now, and shall be evermore.
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One there is, above all others,
well deserves the name of Friend;
his is love beyond a brother's,
costly, free, and knows no end.
They who once his kindness prove
find it everlasting love.
Which of all our friends, to save us,
could or would have shed his blood?
But our Jesus died to have us
reconciled in him to God.
This was boundless love indeed;
Jesus is a Friend in need.
When he lived on earth abased,
"Friend of sinners" was his name.
Now above all glory raised,
he rejoices in the same;
still he calls them brethren, friends,
and to all their wants attends.
Could we bear from one another
what he daily bears from us?
Yet this glorious Friend and Brother
loves us, though we treat him thus:
though for good we render ill,
he accounts us brethren still.
O for grace our hearts to soften!
Teach us, Lord, at length to love;
we, alas! forget too often
what a Friend we have above:
but when home our souls are brought,
we will love you as we ought.
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Triune God, Deliver Me
03:23
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Mercy, mercy, God the Father!
God the Son, be Thou my plea!
God the Holy Spirit, comfort!
Triune God, deliver me!
Mercy, mercy, God the Father!
God the Son, be Thou my plea!
God the Holy Spirit, comfort!
Triune God, deliver me!
Not my sins, O Lord, remember,
Not Thine own avenger be;
But, for Thy great tender mercies,
Saviour God, deliver me!
Mercy, mercy, God the Father!
God the Son, be Thou my plea!
God the Holy Spirit, comfort!
Triune God, deliver me!
By Thy cross, and by Thy passion,
Bloody sweat and agony,
By thy precious death and burial,
Saviour God, deliver me!
By Thy glorious resurrection,
Thine ascent in heaven to be,
By The Holy Spirit's coming,
Saviour God, deliver me!
Mercy, mercy, God the Father!
God the Son, be Thou my plea!
God the Holy Spirit, comfort!
Triune God, deliver me!
In all time of tribulation,
In all time of wealth, in the
Hour of death, and day of judgment,
Saviour God, deliver me!
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Holy God, we praise thy name;
Lord of all, we bow before thee.
Saints on earth thy rule acclaim;
All in heaven above adore thee.
Infinite thy vast domain;
Everlasting is thy reign.
Hark, the loud celestial hymn
Angel choirs above are raising;
Cherubim and seraphim,
In unceasing chorus praising,
Fill the heavens with sweet accord:
“Holy, holy, holy Lord!”
Lo, the apostolic train
Joins thy sacred name to hallow;
Prophets swell the loud refrain,
And the white-robed martyrs follow;
And from morn to set of sun,
Through the Church the song goes on.
Holy Father, holy Son,
Holy Spirit, three we name thee;
While in essence only One,
Undivided God, we claim thee;
Then, adoring, bend the knee
And confess the mystery.
Christ, thou art our glorious King,
Son of God enthroned in splendor;
But, deliverance to bring,
Thou all honors didst surrender,
And wast of a virgin born,
Humbly on that blessed morn.
Thou didst take the sting from death,
Son of God, as Savior given;
On the cross thy dying breath
Opened wide the realm of heaven.
In the glory of that land
Thou art set at God’s right hand.
As our judge thou wilt appear,
Savior, who hast died to win us.
Help thy servants drawing near.
Lord, renew our hearts within us.
Grant that with thy saints we may
Dwell in everlasting day.
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Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
However dark it be;
Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
However dark it be;
Oh lead me by thine own right hand,
Choose out the path for me.
Smooth let it be or rough,
It will be still the best;
Smooth let it be or rough,
It will be still the best;
Winding or straight it matters not,
It leads me to thy rest.
I dare not choose my lot,
I would not if I might;
I dare not choose my lot,
I would not if I might;
But choose thou for me, O my God,
So shall I walk aright.
Take thou my cup, and it
With joy or sorrow fill;
Take thou my cup, and it
With joy or sorrow fill;
As ever best to thee may seem,
Choose thou my good and ill.
Choose thou for me my friend,
My sickness or my health;
Choose thou for me my friend,
My sickness or my health;
Choose thou my joys and cares for me,
My poverty or wealth.
Not mine, not mine the choice,
In things or great or small;
Not mine, not mine the choice,
In things or great or small;
Be thou my Guide, my Guard, my Strength,
My Wisdom, and my All.
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See the Conqueror
02:54
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See the Conqueror mounts in triumph;
See the King in royal state
Riding on the clouds his chariot
To his heavenly palace gate
Hark the choirs of angel voices;
Joyful alleluias sing
And the portals high are lifted
To receive their heavenly King.
Who is this that comes in glory
With the trumpet of jubilee?
Lord of battles, God of armies,
He has gained the victory!
He who on the cross did suffer!
He who from the grave arose!
He has vanquished sin and Satan!
He by death has spoiled his foes!
Thou hast raised our human nature
In the clouds to God’s right hand;
There we sit in heavenly places,
There with thee in glory stand.
Jesus reigns, adored by angels;
Man with God is on the throne;
Mighty Lord, in thine ascension,
We by faith behold our own.
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