He Lifted Me
Author: Charles H. Gabriel, 1856-1932
"He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings" (Psalm 40:2).
In lovingkindness Jesus came,
My soul in mercy to reclaim, And from the depths of sin and shame Thro' grace He lifted me. Refrain: From sinking sand He lifted me; With tender hand He lifted me; From shades of night to plains of light, O praise His Name, He lifted me! He called me long before I heard, Before my sinful heart was stirred; But when I took Him at His word, Forgiven He lifted me. His brow was pierced with many a thorn, His hands by cruel nails were torn, When from my guilt and grief, forlorn, In love He lifted me. Now on a higher plane I dwell, And with my soul I know 'tis well; Yet how or why, I cannot tell, He should have lifted me.
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He Leadeth Me
Author: Joseph H. Gilmore, 1834-1918
He leadeth me, O blessed thought!
O words with heav'nly comfort fraught! Whate'er I do, where'er I be, Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. Refrain: He leadeth me! He leadeth me! By His own hand He leadeth me; His faithful foll'wer I would be, For by His hand He leadeth me. Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, By waters still, o'er troubled sea, Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me. Lord, I would place my hand in Thine, Nor ever murmur nor repine; Content, whatever lot I see, Since 'tis my God that leadeth me. And when my task on earth is done, When by Thy grace the vict'ry's won, E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, Since God thro' Jordan leadeth me. There Is a Fountain
Author: William Cowper, 1731-1800
"In that day there shall be a fountain opened to the house of David and to the inhabitants of Jerusalem for sin and for uncleanness" (Zech. 13:1).
There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. Lose all their guilty stains, Lose all their guilty stains; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away. Wash all my sins away, Wash all my sin away; And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away. Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood Shall never lose its pow'r, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved to sin no more. Be saved to sin no more, Be saved to sin no more; Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved to sin no more. E'er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. And shall be till I die, And shall be till I die; Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. When this poor, lisping, stamm'ring tongue Lies silent in the grave, Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing Thy pow'r to save. I'll sing Thy pow'r to save, I'll sing Thy pow'r to save; Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing Thy pow'r to save. I Need Thee Every Hour
Author: Annie S. Hawks, 1835-1918
"Bow down thine ear, O Lord, hear me: for I am poor and needy" (Psalm 86:1)
I need Thee ev'ry hour,
Most gracious Lord; No tender voice like Thine Can peace afford. Refrain: I need Thee, O I need Thee! Ev'ry hour I need Thee; O bless me now, my Saviour! I come to Thee. I need Thee ev'ry hour; Stay Thou nearby; Temptations lose their pow'r When Thou art nigh. I need Thee ev'ry hour, In joy or pain; Come quickly and abide, Or life is vain. I need Thee ev'ry hour; Teach me Thy will, And Thy rich promises In me fulfill. I need Thee ev'ry hour, Most Holy One; O make me Thine indeed, Thou blessed Son! |
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