God of the living, in whose eyes

1. God of the living, in whose eyes 
unveiled Thy whole creation lies, 
all souls are Thine, we must not say 
that those are dead who pass away; 
from this our world of flesh set free, 
we know them living unto Thee. 

2. Released from earthly toil and strife, 
with Thee is hidden still their life; 
Thine are their thoughts, their works, their powers, all Thine, and yet most truly ours; 
for well we know, where’er they be, 
our dead are living unto Thee. 

3. Not spilt like water on the ground, 
not wrapped in dreamless sleep profound, 
not wandering in unknown despair, 
beyond Thy voice, Thine Arm, Thy care; 
not left to lie like fallen tree— 
not dead, but living, unto Thee. 

4. Thy Word is true, Thy will is just; 
to Thee we leave them, Lord, in trust; 
and bless Thee for the love which gave 
Thy Son to fill a human grave; 
that none might fear that world to see 
where all are living unto Thee. 

5. O Breather into man of breath, 
o Holder of the keys of death, 
o Giver of the life within, 
save us from death, the death of sin, 
that body, soul, and spirit be 
forever living unto Thee.

He who would valiant be

 

 

1. He who would valiant be 
’gainst all disaster, 
let him in constancy 
follow the Master. 
There’s no discouragement 
shall make him once relent 
His first avowed intent 
to be a pilgrim. 

2. Who so beset him round 
with dismal stories 
do but themselves confound 
— his strength the more is. 
No foes shall stay his might; 
though he with giants fight, 
he will make good his right 
to be a pilgrim. 

3. Since, Lord, Thou dost defend 
us with Thy Spirit, 
we know we at the end
shall life inherit. 
Then fancies flee away! 
I’ll fear not what men say, 
I’ll labor night and day 
to be a pilgrim.

Lord, speak to me that I may speak

1. Lord, speak to me that I may speak 
in living echoes of your tone. 
As you have sought, so let me seek 
your erring children, lost and lone. 

2. O lead me, Lord, that I may lead 
the wandering and the wavering feet. 
O feed me, Lord, that I may feed 
your hungering ones with manna sweet. 

3 O teach me, Lord, that I may teach 
the precious truths which you impart. 
And wing my words that thy may reach 
the hidden depths of many a heart.

4. O fill me with your fullness, Lord, 
until my very heart o'erflow 
in kindling thought and glowing word, 
your love to tell, your praise to show. 

5. O use me, Lord, use even me, 
just as you will, and when, and where 
until your blessed face I see, 
your rest, your joy, your glory share.  

My crucified Saviour, despised and contemned

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1. My crucified Saviour, despised and contemned,
Thou innocent Victim for sinners condemned, 
Thy garments are blood-stained, Thy spirit doth groan, 
In agony prostrate, Thou sufferest alone. 
Thou weepest and moanest in conflict and prayer,
and writhest in agony, pain, and despair; 
in thirty years’ anguish our path Thou hast trod,
and diest at last to redeem us to God. 

2. For me Thou hast labored salvation to win, 
for me tasted death to atone for my sin; 
neglected, forsaken, but mindful of me, 
Thou prayest for those who have crucified Thee. 
Thou consecrate Victim, my Passover slain, 
The gall and the wormwood for me Thou dost drain. 
That I might be blessed Thou sufferest all woe,
and diest at last on me life to bestow. 

3. Our Saviour thus finished God’s plan with our race, 
and laid the foundation for pardon and grace. 
And then rose triumphant, the conquering Lord,
appeased the Creator and mankind restored, restored to the bliss that was lost in the fall, 
yea, greater, for Jesus prepared for us all 
eternal salvation and mansions above; 
come, poor burdened sinners, rejoice in His love. 

4 What is, then, to be reconciled unto God? 
It is that He silenced the curse by His blood; 
and what the relation to which we're restored? 
The right to be counted the friends of the Lord. 
So come, trembling sinner, come just as thou art,
Thy cares and Thy sorrows to Jesus impart; 
in Him seek salvation from death and the grave,
for Jesus is willing and mighty to save.

Beneath the cross of Jesus

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1. Beneath the cross of Jesus 
I fain would take my stand, 
the shadow of a mighty rock 
within a weary land; 
a home within the wilderness, 
a rest upon the way, 
from the burning of the noontide heat, 
and the burden of the day. 

2. O safe and happy shelter, 
o refuge tried and sweet, 
o trysting place where Heaven’s love 
and Heaven’s justice meet! 
As to the holy patriarch 
that wondrous dream was given, 
so seems my Savior’s cross to me, 
a ladder up to heaven. 

3. There lies beneath its shadow 
but on the further side 
the darkness of an awful grave 
that gapes both deep and wide, 
and there between us stands the cross 
two arms outstretched to save 
a watchman set to guard the way 
from that eternal grave. 

4. Upon that cross of Jesus 
mine eye at times can see 
the very dying form of One 
who suffered there for me; 
and from my stricken heart with tears 
two wonders I confess: 
the wonders of redeeming love 
and my unworthiness. 

5. I take, O cross, thy shadow 
for my abiding place; 
I ask no other sunshine than 
the sunshine of His face; 
content to let the world go by 
to know no gain or loss, 
my sinful self my only shame, 
my glory all the cross. 

If I gained the world, but lost the Savior

1. If I gained the world, but lost the Savior, 
were my life worth living for a day? 
Could my yearning heart find rest and comfort 
in the things that soon must pass away? 
If I gained the world, but lost the Savior, 
would my gain be worth the lifelong strife? 
Are all earthly pleasures worth comparing 
for a moment with a Christ-filled life? 

2. Had I wealth and love in fullest measure, 
and a name revered both far and near, 
yet no hope beyond, no harbor waiting, 
where my storm-tossed vessel I could steer; 
if I gained the world, but lost the Savior, 
who endured the cross and died for me, 
could then all the world afford a refuge, 
whither, in my anguish, I might flee? 

3. O what emptiness!—without the Savior 
’mid the sins and sorrows here below! 
And eternity, how dark without Him! 
Only night and tears and endless woe! 
What, though I might live without the Savior,
when I come to die, how would it be? 
O to face the valley’s gloom without Him! 
And without Him all eternity! 

4. O the joy of having all in Jesus! 
What a balm the broken heart to heal! 
Ne’er a sin so great, but He’ll forgive it, 
nor a sorrow that He does not feel! 
If I have but Jesus, only Jesus, 
nothing else in all the world beside— 
o then everything is mine in Jesus; 
for my needs and more He will provide.