O for a thousand tongues to sing

1. O for a thousand tongues to sing
my great Redeemer’s praise,
the glories of my God and King,
the triumphs of His grace!

2. My gracious Master and my God,
assist me to proclaim,
to spread through all the earth abroad
the honors of Thy name.

3. Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
that bids our sorrows cease;
’tis music in the sinner’s ears,
’tis life, and health, and peace.

4. He breaks the power of canceled sin,
he sets the prisoner free;
his blood can make the foulest clean,
his blood availed for me.

5. He speaks, and, listening to His voice,
new life the dead receive,
the mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
the humble poor believe.

6. Glory to God, and praise and love
be ever, ever given,
by saints below and saints above,
the church in earth and heaven.

7. Look unto Him, ye nations, own
your God, ye fallen race;
look, and be saved through faith alone,
be justified by grace.

8. See all your sins on Jesus laid:
the Lamb of God was slain,
his soul was once an offering made
for every soul of man.

9. Harlots and publicans and thieves
in holy triumph join!
Saved is the sinner that believes
from crimes as great as mine.

10. Murderers and all ye hellish crew
in holy triumph join!
Believe the Savior died for you;
for me the Savior died.

11. With me, your chief, ye then shall know:
your sins are all forgiven!
Anticipate your heaven below,
and own that love is heaven.

Thine be the glory

1. Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son;
endless is the victory, Thou o'er death hast won.
Angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away,
kept the folded grave clothes where thy body lay.
Thine be the glory, risen conquering Son,
endless is the vict'ry, Thou o'er death hast won.

2. Lo! Jesus meets us, risen from the tomb;
Lovingly he greets us, scatters fear and gloom.
Let the Church with gladness, hymns of triumph sing;
for her Lord now liveth, death hath lost its sting.
Thine be the glory...

3. No more we doubt Thee, glorious Prince of life;
life is naught without Thee; aid us in our strife.
Make us more than conquerors, through thy deathless love:
bring us safe through Jordan to thy home above.
Thine be the glory...

Come, let us join our cheerful songs

1. Come, let us join our cheerful songs
with angels round the throne.
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
but all their joys are one.

2. 'Worthy the Lamb that died,' they cry
'To be exalted thus.'
'Worthy the Lamb,' our lips reply
'For He was slain for us.'

3. Jesus is worthy to receive
honour and power divine
and blessings, more than we can give
be, Lord, forever Thine.

4. Let all that dwell above the sky
and air, and earth, and seas,
conspire to lift Thy glories high
and speak Thine endless praise.

5. The whole creation join in one
to bless the sacred name
of Him that sits upon the throne
and to adore the Lamb.

My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine

1. My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine;
for Thee all the follies of sin I resign.
My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;
if ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

2. I love Thee because Thou has first loved me,
and purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree.
I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow;
if ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

3. I’ll love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death,
and praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath;
and say when the death dew lies cold on my brow:
if ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

4. In mansions of glory and endless delight,
I’ll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright;
I’ll sing with the glittering crown on my brow:
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.