102 Lines From Hymns Of Faith To Help You Through Tough Times

Holy, holy, holy! Though the darkness hide thee,
though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see.
Underneath me, all around me,
is the current of Thy love;
I bind unto myself today
the power of God to hold and lead,
God’s eye to watch, God’s mighty to stay,
God’s ear to hearken to my need,
the wisdom of my God to teach,
God’s hand to guide, God’s shield to ward,
the word of God to give me speech,
God’s heavenly host to be my guard.
And from morn to set of sun,
through the church the song goes on.
All praise we would render;
O help us to see
’tis only the splendor
of light hideth thee!
Frail children of dust,
and feeble as frail,
in thee do we trust,
nor find thee to fail;
thy mercies, how tender,
how firm to the end,
our Maker, Defender,
Redeemer, and Friend.
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,
pilgrim through this barren land.
I am weak, but thou art mighty.
Hold me with thy powerful hand.
And you, most gentle sister death,
waiting to hush our final breath:
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Since Christ our light has pierced your gloom,
fair is the night that leads us home.
Sing praises! Alleluia!
See, the streams of living waters,
springing from eternal love,
well supply thy sons and daughters
and all fear of want remove.
Who can faint while such a river
ever flows, their thirst to assuage!
Grace, so like the Lord the giver,
never fails from age to age.
By thine own eternal Spirit
rule in all our hearts alone;
by thine all-sufficient merit
raise us to thy glorious throne.
Holy Jesus, every day
keep us in the narrow way;
and when earthly things are past,
bring our ransomed souls at last
where they need no star to guide,
where no clouds thy glory hide.
I looked to Jesus, and I found
in him my star, my sun;
and in that light of life I’ll walk
till traveling days are done.
Here might I stay and sing,
no story so divine:
never was love, dear King,
never was grief like thine.
In the cross of Christ I glory,
towering o’er the wrecks of time;
all the light of sacred story
gathers round its head sublime.
And though this world, with devils filled,
should threaten to undo us,
we will not fear, for God hath willed
his truth to triumph through us.
Was it for crimes that I have done
he groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity, Grace unknown!
And love beyond degree.
O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
that in thine ocean depths its flow
may richer, fuller be.
What wondrous love is this,
O my soul, O my soul,
what wondrous love is this,
O my soul!
What wondrous love is this
that caused the Lord of bliss
to bear the dreadful curse
for my soul, for my soul,
to bear the dreadful curse
for my soul!
Therefore, kind Jesus,
since I cannot pay thee,
I do adore thee,
and will ever pray thee,
think on thy pity
and thy love unswerving,
not my deserving.
What language shall I borrow
to thank thee, dearest friend,
for this thy dying sorrow,
thy pity without end?
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.
No more we doubt thee,
glorious Prince of life!
Life is naught without thee;
aid us in our strife.
Love drowned in death, shall never die.
In our end is our beginning;
in our time, infinity;
in our doubt there is believing:
in our life, eternity.
In our death, a resurrection;
at the last, a victory,
unrevealed until its season,
something God alone can see.
Alleluia! Bread of angels,
here on earth our food, our stay;
Alleluia! here the sinful
flee to you from day to day.
Intercessor, friend of sinners,
earth’s redeemer, hear our plea
where the songs of all the sinless
sweep across the crystal sea.
The peace of God, it is no peace,
But strife closed in the sod,
Yet, brothers, pray for but one thing –
The marvelous peace of God.
At the name of Jesus
every knee shall bow,
every tongue confess him
King of glory now;
To the Father’s pleasure
we should call him Lord;
who from the beginning
was the mighty Word.
Blessings abound where’er he reigns;
The prisoners leap to loose their chains;
the weary find eternal rest,
and all who suffer want are blest.
Crown him the Lord of years,
the potentate of time:
creator of the rolling spheres,
ineffably sublime.
Lead on, O King eternal,
till sins fierce war shall cease,
and holiness shall whisper
the sweet amen of peace;
for not with swords’ loud clashing,
nor roll of stirring drums;
with deeds of love and mercy
the heavenly kingdom comes.
The Spirit and the gifts are ours
through him who with us sideth.
Ascended on high,
almighty to save,
he still remains nigh;
his presence we have.
Save us from weak resignation
the the evils we deplore.
Let the gift of thy salvation
be our glory evermore.
Yet she on earth hath union
with God, the Three in One,
and mystic sweet communion
with those whose rest is won:
O happy ones and holy!
Lord, give us grace that we,
like them, the meek and lowly,
on high may dwell with thee.
And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long,
steals on the ear the distant triumph song,
and hearts are brave again, and arms are strong.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
The cup of water given for you
still holds the freshness of your grace;
yet long those multitudes to view
the sweet compassion of your face.
His kingdom cannot fail;
he rules o’er earth and heaven;
the keys of death and hell
are to our Jesus given.
Finish then thy new creation;
pure and spotless let us be;
let us see thy great salvation
perfectly restored in thee:
changed from glory into glory,
till in heaven we take our place,
till we cast our crowns before thee,
lost in wonder, love, and praise.
In him there is no darkness at all.
The night and the day are both alike.
The lamb is the light of the city of God.
Shine in my heart, Lord Jesus.
O Light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
my heart restores its borrowed ray,
that in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
may brighter, fairer be.
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Know that the Lord is God indeed;
without our aid he did us make;
we are his folk; he doth us feed,
and for his sheep he doth us take.
Christ is made the sure foundation,
Christ the head and cornerstone,
chosen of the Lord and precious,
binding all the church in one;
holy Zion’s help forever,
and our confidence alone.
Lord of all, of church and kingdom,
in an age of change and doubt
keep us faithful to the gospel;
help us work your purpose out.
The powers of death have done their worst,
but Christ their legions hath dispersed:
let shouts of holy joy outburst.
Alleluia!
Lord Jesus, think on me,
that, when this life is past,
I may the eternal brightness see,
and share thy joy at last.
In you alone, O God, we hope,
and not in our own merit.
We rest our fears in your good word;
uphold our fainting spirit.
Your promised mercy is my fort,
my comfort, and my strong support;
I wait for it with patience.
Thought the nations rage from age to age,
we remember who holds us fast:
God’s mercy must deliver us
from the conqueror’s crushing grasp.
O ye heights of heaven, adore him.
Angel hosts, his praises sing.
Powers, dominions, bow before him,
and extol our God and King.
Yet is this heart by its old foe tormented,
and still evil days bring burdens hard to bear;
O give our frightened souls the sure salvation
for which, O Lord, you taught us to prepare.
But if, forgetful, we should find
your yoke is hard to bear;
if worldly pressures fray the mind
and love itself cannot unwind
its tangles skein of care:
our inward life repair.
For the love of God is broader
than the measures of the mind.
And the heart of the Eternal
is most wonderfully kind.
Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
more than all in thee I find.
“Fear not, I am with thee,
O be not dismayed,
for I am thy God,
and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen thee, help thee,
and cause thee to stand,
upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
here’s my heart; O take and seal it;
seal it for thy courts above.
Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;
thou savest those that on thee call;
to them that seek thee thou art good,
to them that find thee, all in all.
Jesus, source of lasting pleasure,
truest friend and dearest treasure,
peace beyond all understanding,
joy into all life expanding:
O let me feel you near me! The world is ever near:
I see the sights that dazzle; the tempting sounds I hear.
He speaks, and listening to his voice
new life the dead receive;
the mournful, broken hearts rejoice;
the humble poor believe.
For us he rose from death again;
for us he went on high to reign;
for us he sent the Spirit here
to guide, to strengthen, and to cheer.
Father-like, he tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame he knows.
Lord, give us peace, and make us calm and sure,
that in thy strength we evermore endure.
God never yet forsook my need
the soul secured by trust indeed.
O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
and feel the promise is not vain
that morn shall tearless be.
O hope of every contrite heart,
O joy of all the meek,
to those who fall, how kind thou art!
How good to those who seek!
Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands,
robed in the blooming garb of spring.
Jesus is fairer; Jesus is purer,
who makes the woeful heart to sing.
And did not Jesus sing a psalm that night
when utmost evil strove against the light?
Then let us sing, for whom he won the fight:
Alleluia!
O may this bounteous God through all our life be near us,
with ever joyful hearts and blessed peace to cheer us;
and keep us in his grace, and guide us when perplexed,
and free us from all ills in this world and the next.
The Lord is never far away,
but, through all grief distressing,
an ever-present help and stay,
our peace and joy and blessing.
Lord, I my vows to you renew.
Disperse my sins as morning dew;
guard my first springs of thought and will,
and with yourself my spirit fill.
Be still, my soul, the waves and winds still know
his voice who ruled them while he dwelt below.
O Lord, with each returning morn,
your image to our heart is born;
O may we ever clearly view
our Savior and our God in you.
Does sadness fill my mind?
A solace here I find:
may Jesus Christ be praised!
Or fades my earthly bliss?
My comfort still is this:
may Jesus Christ be praised!
O may my soul on thee repose,
and with sweet sleep mine eyelids close.
Refresh my strength, for thine own sake,
to serve thee well when I awake.
So be it, Lord; thy throne shall never,
like earth’s proud empires, pass away;
He lives to silence all my fears,
He lives to wipe away my tears,
He lives to calm my troubled heart,
He lives all blessings to impart.
Beneath the shadow of thy throne
thy saints have dwelt secure;
sufficient is thine arm alone,
and our defense is sure.
Teach me to feel that thou art always nigh.
Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear,
to check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh.
Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer.
So help me in my unbelief
and let my life be true:
feet firmly planted on the earth,
my sights set high on you.
And we believe thy word,
though dim our faith may be;
whate’er we do for thine, O Lord,
we do it unto thee.
In our joys and in our sorrows,
days of toil and hours of ease,
still he calls, in cares and pleasures,
“Christian, love me more than these.”
O let me hear you speaking in accents clear and still,
above the storms of passion, the murmurs of self – will;
The dearest idol I have known,
whate’er that idol be,
help me to tear it from thy throne,
and worship only thee.
Lord, let your Spirit meet us here
to mend the body, mind, and soul,
to disentangle peace from pain,
and make your broken people whole.
Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale,
yet will I fear none ill,
for thou art with me; and thy rod
and staff me comfort still.
When I walk through the shades of death
your presence is my stay;
Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,
but yet in love he sought me,
and on his shoulder gently laid,
and home, rejoicing, brought me.
If thou but trust in God to guide thee,
with hopeful heart through all thy ways,
he will give strength, whate’er betide thee,
to bear thee through the evil days.
And when this cup you give is filled to brimming
with bitter suffering, hard to understand,
we take it thankfully and without trembling,
out of so good and so beloved a hand.
O Lord, once lifted on the glorious tree,
your death has brought us life eternally.
What joy to know, when life is past,
the Lord we love is first and last,
the end and the beginning!
When life’s dark maze I tread
and griefs around me spread,
be thou my guide;
bid darkness turn to day;
wipe sorrow’s tears away;
nor let me ever stray from thee aside.
O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
and from the ground there blossoms red
life that shall endless be.
Through the storm, through the night,
lead me on to the light.
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I’ll sing Thy power to save.
Christ is alive! No longer bound
to distant years in Palestine,
but saving, healing, here and now,
and touching every place and time.
Good Christian, fear; for sinners here
the silent Word is pleading.
He lives and grants me daily breath;
He lives and I shall conquer death;
This is my Father’s world,
O, let me ne’er forget
that though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
Baptized in water, sealed by the Spirit,
dead in the tomb with Christ our King;
one with his rising, freed and forgiven,
thankfully now God’s praises we sing.
And Lord, haste the day, when my faith shall be sight.
Be still my soul, the Lord is on thy side.

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102 Lines from Hymns of Faith to Help You through Tough Times