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Amazing Grace

Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!)
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,—
Was blind, but now I see.

'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed!

Through many dangers, toils, and snares.
I have already come;
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me,—
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be
As long as life endures.

Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who call'd me here below,
Will be for ever mine.

Words: John Newton (1779). Music: Traditional American melody NEW BRITAIN (1835). Public domain in the United States: words published 1779 (US, published 1929 or earlier).

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Abide with Me

Abide with me, fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide!
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me!

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

I need Thy presence every passing hour;
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me!

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless,
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me!

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies,
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
In life and death, O Lord, abide with me!

Words: Henry F. Lyte (written 1847). Music: William H. Monk (1861). Public domain in the United States: words written 1847 (US, published 1929 or earlier).

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Rock of Ages

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and thou alone;
Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyelids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown
See thee on thy judgment throne,—
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.

Words: Augustus M. Toplady (first published in full 1776). Music: Thomas Hastings (1830). Public domain in the United States: words published 1776 (US, published 1929 or earlier).

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What a Friend We Have in Jesus

What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear;
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer.
Oh, what peace we often forfeit,
Oh, what needless pain we bear
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer.

Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a Friend so faithful,
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.

Are we weak and heavy laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Saviour, still our refuge,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer:
In his arms he'll take and shield thee,
Thou wilt find a solace there.

Words: Joseph M. Scriven (written 1855, published 1865). Music: Charles C. Converse (1868). Public domain in the United States: words published 1865 (US, published 1929 or earlier).

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It Is Well with My Soul

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!'

It is well with my soul!
It is well, it is well with my soul!

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul!

My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!—
My sin, not in part, but the whole,
Is nail'd to His cross, and I bear it no more:
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

Words: Horatio G. Spafford (written 1873, published 1876). Music: Philip P. Bliss (1876). Public domain in the United States: words published 1876 (US, published 1929 or earlier).

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Blessed Assurance

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchased of God,
Born of his Spirit, washed in his blood.

This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long.

Perfect submission, perfect delight,
Visions of rapture now burst on my sight.
Angels descending, bring from above
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long.

Perfect submission, all is at rest,
I in my Saviour am happy and blest,
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with his goodness, lost in his love.

This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long.

Words: Fanny J. Crosby (1873). Music: Phoebe P. Knapp (1873). Public domain in the United States: words published 1873 (US, published 1929 or earlier).

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Holy, Holy, Holy

Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty
Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee;
Holy, holy, holy merciful and mighty!
God in Three Persons, blessèd Trinity!

Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee,
Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.

Holy, holy, holy! tho' the darkness hide thee,
Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see,
Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee,
Perfect in power, in love, and purity.

Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty
All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth, and sky, and sea;
Holy, holy, holy merciful and mighty!
God in Three Persons, blessèd Trinity!

Words: Reginald Heber (1826). Music: John B. Dykes (1861). Public domain in the United States: words published 1826 (US, published 1929 or earlier).

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Be Thou My Vision

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart,
Naught is all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best thought by day and by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee, Thou with me, Lord.
Thou my great Father, I thy dear son;
Thou in me dwelling, I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle-shield, sword for the fight,
Be Thou my dignity, Thou my delight.
Thou my soul's shelter, Thou my high tower;
Raise Thou me heavenward, Power of my power.

Riches I heed not or man's empty praise,
Thou mine inheritance now and always.
Thou, and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my treasure Thou art.

King of the seven heavens, grant me for dole,
Thy love in my heart, Thy light in my soul.
Thy light from my soul, Thy love from my heart,
King of the seven heavens, may they never depart.

With the High King of heaven, after victory won,
May I reach heaven's joys, O Bright heaven's Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

Words: Mary E. Byrne, prose translation (1905); versified by Eleanor H. Hull (1912). Music: Traditional Irish melody SLANE (published 1909). Public domain in the United States: words published 1912 (US, published 1929 or earlier).

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In the Garden

I come to the garden alone,
While the dew is still on the roses;
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
The Son of God discloses.

And he walks with me, and he talks with me,
And he tells me I am his own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of his voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing;
And the melody that he gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.

And he walks with me, and he talks with me,
And he tells me I am his own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

I'd stay in the garden with him
Tho the night around me be falling;
But he bids me go; thro' the voice of woe,
His voice to me is calling.

And he walks with me, and he talks with me,
And he tells me I am his own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

Words: C. Austin Miles (1912). Music: C. Austin Miles (1912). Public domain in the United States: words published 1912 (US, published 1929 or earlier).

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Nearer, My God, to Thee

Nearer, my God, to Thee! nearer to Thee!
E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me,
Still all my song shall be—
Nearer, my God, to Thee!
Nearer, to Thee!

Though, like the wanderer, the sun gone down,
Darkness be over me, my rest a stone,
Yet in my dreams I'd be
Nearer, my God, to Thee!
Nearer to Thee!

There let the way appear steps unto heav'n;
All that Thou sendest me in mercy given:
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee!
Nearer to Thee!

Then with my waking thoughts bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise:
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee!
Nearer to Thee!

Or if on joyful wing cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be—
Nearer, my God, to Thee
Nearer to Thee!

Words: Sarah F. Adams (1841). Music: Lowell Mason (1856). Public domain in the United States: words published 1841 (US, published 1929 or earlier).

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Just As I Am

Just as I am, without one plea
But that thy blood was shed for me
And that thou bid'st me come to thee
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, tho' tossed about
With many a conflict many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be thine, yea, thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Words: Charlotte Elliott (written 1835, published 1836). Music: William B. Bradbury (1849). Public domain in the United States: words published 1836 (US, published 1929 or earlier).

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Blest Be the Tie That Binds

Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love:
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.

Before our Father's throne
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims, are one,
Our comforts and our cares.

We share our mutual woes;
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.

When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart
And hope to meet again.

From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And sin, we shall be free,
And perfect love and friendship reign
Thro' all eternity.

Words: John Fawcett (1782). Music: Hans G. Nageli, arr. Lowell Mason (1845). Public domain in the United States: words published 1782 (US, published 1929 or earlier).

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How Firm a Foundation

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word!
What more can he say than to you he hath said,
To you who for refuge to Jesus have fled?

Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed;
For I am thy God, I will still give thee aid:
I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

When thro' the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow;
For I will be near thee, thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to his foes;
That soul tho' all hell should endeavor to shake,
I'll never, no, never, no never forsake.

Words: Anonymous, signed "K" in John Rippon, A Selection of Hymns (1787). Music: Traditional American melody (early 19th century). Public domain in the United States: words published 1787 (US, published 1929 or earlier).

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I Need Thee Every Hour

I need thee every hour, Most Gracious Lord;
No tender voice like thine can peace afford.

I need thee, O I need thee
Every hour I need thee;
O bless me now, my Saviour,
I come to thee.

I need thee every hour, Stay thou near by;
Temptations lose their power When thou art nigh.

I need thee, O I need thee
Every hour I need thee;
O bless me now, my Saviour,
I come to thee.

I need thee every hour, In joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide, Or life is vain.

I need thee, O I need thee
Every hour I need thee;
O bless me now, my Saviour,
I come to thee.

I need thee every hour, Teach me thy will;
And thy rich promises, In me fulfill.

I need thee, O I need thee
Every hour I need thee;
O bless me now, my Saviour,
I come to thee.

Words: Annie S. Hawks (1872). Music: Robert Lowry (1872). Public domain in the United States: words published 1872 (US, published 1929 or earlier).

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Sweet Hour of Prayer

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father's throne
Make all my wants and wishes known:
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has found relief;
And oft escaped the tempter's snare,
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless.
And since he bids me seek his face,
Believe his word and trust his grace,
I'll cast on him my every care
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
May I thy consolation share,
Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height,
I view my home and take my flight;
This robe of flesh I'll drop, and rise
To seize the everlasting prize;
And shout, while passing thro' the air,
Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!

Words: William W. Walford (1845). Music: William B. Bradbury (1861). Public domain in the United States: words published 1845 (US, published 1929 or earlier).

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