242 Fix Your Eyes Upon Jesus. P.M.
The Source of Peace.
Would you lose your load of sin?
Fix your eyes upon Jesus;
Would you know God's peace within?
Fix your eyes upon Jesus.
CHO.--Jesus who on the cross did die,
Jesus who lives and reigns on high,
He alone can justify;
Fix your eyes upon Jesus.
2 Would you calmly walk the wave?
Fix your eyes upon Jesus;
Would you know his pow'r to save?
Fix your eyes upon Jesus.
3 Would you have your cares grow light?
Fix your eyes upon Jesus;
Would you songs have in the night?
Fix your eyes upon Jesus.
4 Grieving, would you comfort know?
Fix your eyes upon Jesus;
Humble be when blessings flow?
Fix your eyes upon Jesus.
5 Would you strength in weakness have?
Fix your eyes upon Jesus;
See a light beyond the grave?
Fix your eyes upon Jesus.
D. W. Whittle.
243 At the Cross. C.M.
(664) Rom. 5:2.
I stand; but not as once I did,
Beneath my load of guilt;
The blessed Jesus bore it all--
For me his blood was spilt.
2 I stand; but not on Calvary's Mount,
With arms around the cross;
I have been there, and left behind
Earth's pleasures, joys, and dross.
3 I stand e'en now where he appears,
In union with my Lord;
In him I'm saved, oh, wondrous thought.
I read it in his word.
4 Oh, bless the Lord! in him alone--
In him we are complete;
We live by faith! but soon in sight
Our coming Christ we'll greet.
Unknown.
244 At the Cross. C.M.
(492) Salvation at the Cross.
Oh, wondrous, deep, unbounded love,
My Savior, can it be
That thou hast borne the crown of thorns
And suffered death for me?
CHO.--At the cross, at the cross, where I first saw the 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.
2 I kneel, repenting, at thy feet,
I give myself to thee;
I plead thy merits, thine alone,
For thou hast died for me.
3 Oh, let me plunge beneath the tide,
For sinners flowing free,
Then rise, renewed by grace divine,
And shout salvation free.
4 And when I reach thy place above,
My sweetest notes will be,
Redemption through a Savior's name,
Who bled and died for me.
Fanny Crosby, 1873.
245 Saved by Faith. P.M.
Justified by Faith.
I have found redemption in the Savior's blood,
I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;
I am sweetly trusting in the word of God
I am saved by faith in his blood.
CHO.--I am saved, yes, sweetly saved,
I am saved by faith in the blood he shed for me,
I am saved, yes, sweetly saved,
I am saved by faith in his blood.
2 Oh, how sweet the story of his wondrous grace,
I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;
I will trust in Jesus while I run my race,
I am saved by faith in his blood.
3 I will sing of Jesus while the days go by,
I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;
I will trust his promise, on his strength rely,
I am saved by faith in his blood.
4 I will keep on singing as I march along,
I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;
In my home in glory this shall be my song,
I am saved by faith in his blood.
246 Only Trust Him. C.M.
Peace in Believing.
Come, ev'ry soul by sin oppressed,
There's mercy with the Lord;
And he will surely give you rest
By trusting in his word.
CHO.--Only trust him, only trust him,
Only trust him now;
He will save you, he will save you,
He will save you now.
2 For Jesus shed his precious blood
Rich blessings to bestow;
Plunge now into the crimson flood
That washes white as snow.
3 Yes, Jesus is the Truth, the Way,
That leads you into rest;
Believe in him without delay,
And you are fully blest.
4 Come, then, and join this holy band,
And on to glory go,
To dwell in that celestial land,
Where joys immortal flow.
J. H. Stockton.
247 Is My Name Written There? P.M.
The Book of Life.
Lord, I care not for riches,
Neither silver nor gold;
I would make sure of heaven,
I would enter the fold.
In the book of thy kingdom,
With its pages so fair,
Tell me, Jesus, my Savior,
Is my name written there?
CHO.--Is my name written there?
On the page white and fair?
In the book of thy kingdom,
Is my name written there?
2 Lord, my sins, they are many,
Like the sands of the sea,
But thy blood, oh, my Savior,
Is sufficient for me;
For thy promise is written,
In bright letters that glow,
"Tho' your sins be as scarlet,
I will make them like snow."
3 Oh, that beautiful city,
With its mansions of light,
With its glorified beings,
In pure garments of white;
Where no evil thing cometh
To despoil what is fair;
Where the angels are watching,
Yes, my name's written there.
Mrs. Mary A. Kidder.
248 Convert. P.M.
Joy in Christ.
Oh, how happy are they
Who their Savior obey,
And have laid up their treasures above;
Tongue cannot express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love.
2 That sweet comfort was mine,
When the favor divine
I first found in the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart it believed,
What a joy I received,
What a heaven in Jesus' name.
3 'Twas a heaven below
My Redeemer to know,
And the angels could do nothing more
Than to fall at his feet,
And the story repeat,
And the Lover of sinners adore.
4 Jesus, all the day long,
Was my joy and my song;
O that all his salvation might see!
He hath loved me, I cried,
He hath suffered and died
To redeem such a rebel as me.
5 On the wings of his love
I was carried above
All sin and temptation and pain,
And I could not believe
That I ever should grieve--
That I ever should suffer again.
6 I then rode on the sky,
Freely justified I,
Nor did envy Elijah his seat;
My soul mounted higher,
In a chariot of tire,
And the moon it was under my feet.
7 O the rapturous height
Of that holy delight
Which I felt in the life-giving blood,
Of my Savior possessed,
I was perfectly blest,
As if filled with the fullness of God.
8 Never more will I stray
From my Savior away,
But I'll follow the Lamb till I die;
I will take up my cross,
And count all things but loss,
Till I meet with my Lord in the sky.
Charles Wesley.
249 Hallowed Spot. P.M.
(249) The Place of Conversion.
There is a spot to me more dear
Than native vale or mountain;
A spot to which affection's tear
Springs grateful from its fountain;
'Tis not where kindred souls abound--
Tho' that is almost heaven--
But where I first my Savior found,
And felt my sins forgiven.
2 Hard was my toil to reach the shore,
Long tossed upon the ocean,
Above me was the thunder's roar,
Beneath, the wave's commotion.
Darkly the pall of night was thrown
Around me, faint with terror;
In that dark hour how did my groans
Ascend for years of error.
3 Sinking and panting as for breath,
I knew not help was nigh me,
And cried, O save me, Lord, from death--
Immortal Jesus, hear me.
Then, quick as thought, I felt him mine--
My Savior stood before me;
I saw his brightness round me shine,
And shouted glory, glory.
4 O sacred hour, O hallowed spot!
Where love divine first found me;
Wherever falls my distant lot,
My heart shall linger round thee:
And as from earth I rise, to soar
Up to my home in heaven,
Down will I cast my eyes once more,
Where I was first forgiven.
William Hunter, D. D.
250 Boylston. S.M.
The Need of Conversion
How solemn are the words,
And yet to faith how plain,
Which Jesus uttered while on earth--
"Ye must be born again!"
2 "Ye must be born again!"
For so hath God decreed;
No reformation will suffice--
'Tis life poor sinners need.
3 "Ye must be born again!"
And life in Christ must have;
In vain the soul may elsewhere go--
'Tis he alone can save.
4 "Ye must be born again!"
Or never enter heaven;
'Tis only blood-washed ones are there--
The ransomed and forgiven.
Anon.
251 It is Well with My Soul. P.M.
The Soul Redeemed.
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows, like sea-billows, roll;
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
CHO.--It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
2 Tho' Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed his own blood for my soul.
3 My sin--oh, the bliss of this glorious tho't--
My sin--not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to his cross and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul!
4 And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
"Even so"--it is well with my soul.
H.G. Spafford.
252 Hallelujah! 'Tis Done. 12s.
An Accomplished Work.
'Tis the promise of God, full salvation to give
Unto him who on Jesus, his Son, will believe
CHO.--Hallelujah! 'tis done,
I believe on the Son;
I am saved by the blood of the crucified One.
2 Tho' the pathway be lonely, and dangerous, too,
Surely Jesus is able to carry me through.
3 Many loved ones have I in yon heavenly throng;
They are safe now in glory, and this is their song:
4 Little children I see standing close by their King,
And he smiles as their song of salvation they sing.
5 There are prophets and kings in that throng I behold,
And they sing as they march thro' the streets of pure gold,
6 There's a part in that chorus for you and for me,
And the theme of our praises forever will be.
253 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s.
(522) From Darkness to Light.
Lord! I know thy grace is nigh me,
Thee thyself I cannot see;
Jesus, Master! pass not by me;
Son of David! pity me.
2 While I sit in weary blindness,
Longing for the blessed light,
Many taste thy loving kindness;
"Lord! I would receive my sight."
3 I would see thee and adore thee,
And thy word the power can give;
Hear the sightless soul implore thee;
Let me see thy face and live.
4 Ah! what touch is this that thrills me?
What this burst of strange delight?
Lo! the rapturous vision fills me!
This is Jesus! this is sight!
5 Room, ye saints that throng behind him!
Let me follow in the way;
I will teach the blind to find him
Who can turn their night to day.
H.D. Ganse.
254 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s.
(521) The Blind Man Healed.
"Mercy, oh, thou Son of David!"
Thus blind Bartimeus prayed;
"Others by thy word are saved,
Now to me afford thine aid."
2 Many for his crying chid him,--
But he called the louder still;
Till the gracious Savior bade him,--
"Come, and ask me what you will."
3 Money was not what he wanted,
Though by begging used to live;
But he asked, and Jesus granted,
Alms which none but he could give.
4 "Lord! remove this grievous blindness,
Let mine eyes behold the day!"
Straight he saw, and, won by kindness,
Followed Jesus in the way.
5 Oh! methinks I hear him praising,
Publishing to all around,
"Friends! is not my case amazing?
What a Savior I have found!
6 "Oh! that all the blind but knew him,
And would be advised by me!
Surely would they hasten to him,
He would cause them all to see."
John Newton, 1779.
255 Sitting at the Feet of Jesus. P.M.
Oh, the peace that fills my soul,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
Cleansed from sin, made free and whole,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.
CHO.--This is my abiding place,
Clothed with his abounding grace,
Looking upward to his face,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.
2 Christ is mine in storm and calm,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
All my wounds are filled with balm,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.
3 Here I rest from toil and strife,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
Safe beneath the Tree of Life,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.
4 Come ye guilty and be healed,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
Freely is God's love revealed,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.
Priscilla J. Owens.
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