words by Charles Wesley
music by Thomas Campbell
And can it be that I should gain An interest in the Savior’s blood! Died He for me who caused His pain! For me who Him to death pursued? Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me? Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me? ’Tis mystery all: th’Immortal dies! Who can explore His strange design? In vain the firstborn seraph tries To sound the depths of love divine. ’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore; Let angel minds inquire no more. ’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore; Let angel minds inquire no more. He left His Father’s throne above (so free, so infinite His grace!), Emptied Himself of all but love, And bled for Adam’s helpless race. ’Tis mercy all, immense and free, For O my God, it found out me! ’Tis mercy all, immense and free, For O my God, it found out me! Long my imprisoned spirit lay, Fast bound in sin and nature’s night; Thine eye diffused a quickening ray; I woke, the dungeon flamed with light; My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee. My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee. No condemnation now I dread; Jesus, and all in Him, is mine; Alive in Him, my living Head, And clothed in righteousness divine, Bold I approach th’eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own. Bold I approach th’eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
BEULAH LAND
Edgar Page
I've reached the land of corn and wine, And all its riches freely mine; Here shines undimmed one blissful day, For all my night has passed away. CHORUS: O Beulah Land, sweet Beulah Land, As on thy highest mount I stand, I look away across the sea, Where mansions are prepred for me, And view the shining glory shore, My Heav'n, my home forevermore! END of CHORUS My Saviour comes and walks with me And sweet communion here have we; He gently leds me by His hand, For this is Heaven's borderland. A sweet perfume upon the breeze Is borne from ever vernal trees, And flow'rs, that never fading grow, Where streams of life's foever flow. The zephyrs seem to float to me, Sweet bounds of Heaven's melody, As angels with the white robed throng Join in the sweet Redemption song.
B. B. McKinney
Have you failed in your plan of your storm-tossed life? Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand; Are you weary and worn from it's toil and strife? Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand. REFRAIN: Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand, Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand, He will keep to the end, He's your dearest friend, Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand Are you walking alone thro the shadows dim? Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand; Christ will comfort your heart, put your trust in Him, Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand Would you follow the will of the risen Lord? Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand; Would you live in the light of His blessed Word? Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand Is your soul burdened down with it's load of sin? Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand; Throw your heart open-wide, let the Saviour in, Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
Words and Music by Philip Bliss Man of Sorrows! what a name For the Son of God, Who came Ruined sinners to reclaim. Hallelujah! What a Savior! Bearing shame and scoffing rude, In my place condemned He stood; Sealed my pardon with His blood. Hallelujah! What a Savior! Guilty, vile, and helpless we; Spotless Lamb of God was He; “Full atonement!” can it be? Hallelujah! What a Savior! Lifted up was He to die; “It is finished!” was His cry; Now in heaven exalted high. Hallelujah! What a Savior! When He comes, our glorious King, All His ransomed home to bring, Then anew His song we’ll sing: Hallelujah! What a Savior!
Words by Issac Watts Music by Lowell Mason
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 ever such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? His dying crimson, like a robe, Spreads o'er His body like a tree; Then I am dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me. 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. [The last verse is by an unknown author.] To Christ, Who won for sinners grace By bitter grief and anguish sore, Be praise from all the ransomed race Forever and forevermore.
Words by Robert Lowry Music by William Doane
What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus; What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus. Refrain Oh! precious is the flow That makes me white as snow; No other fount I know, Nothing but the blood of Jesus. For my pardon, this I see, Nothing but the blood of Jesus; For my cleansing this my plea, Nothing but the blood of Jesus. Refrain Nothing can for sin atone, Nothing but the blood of Jesus; Naught of good that I have done, Nothing but the blood of Jesus. Refrain This is all my hope and peace, Nothing but the blood of Jesus; This is all my righteousness, Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Words by John Chapman music by Charles Marsh
One day when heaven was filled with His praises, One day when sin was as black as could be, Jesus came forth to be born of a virgin, Dwelt among men, my Example is He! Refrain Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me; Buried He carried my sins far away; Rising, He justified freely forever; One day He's coming - O glorious day! One day they led Him up Calvary's mountain, One day they nailed Him to die on the tree; Suffering anguish, despised and rejected: Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He! Refrain One day they left Him alone in the garden, One day He rested, from suffering free; Angels came down over His tomb to keep vigil; Hope of the hopeless, my Savior is He! Refrain One day the grave could conceal Him no longer, One day the stone rolled away from the door; Then He arose, over death He had conquered; Now is ascended, my Lord evermore! Refrain One day the trumpet will sound for His coming, One day the skies with His glories will shine; Wonderful day, my beloved One bringing; Glorious Savior, this Jesus is mine! Refrain
Words by Charles Gabriel Music by Edwin Excell
I stand in the presence I stand in the presence, I stand amazed in the presence Of Jesus the Nazarene, And wonder how He could love me, A sinner, condemned, unclean. Refrain O how marvelous! O how wonderful! And my song shall ever be: O how marvelous! O how wonderful! Is my Savior's love for me! For me it was in the garden He prayed: "Not My will, but Thine." He had no tears for His own griefs, But sweat drops of blood for mine. Refrain In pity angels beheld Him, And came from the world of light To comfort Him in the sorrows He bore for my soul that night. Refrain He took my sins and my sorrows, He made them His very own; He bore the burden to Calvary, And suffered and died alone. Refrain When with the ransomed in glory His face I at last shall see, 'Twill be my joy through the ages To sing of His love for me. Refrain
