Sunday, April 23, 2006

Favorite Hymn?

I will be enjoying the Together for the Gospel conference this week in Louisville, KY. As a result, I will not be adding any posts to Solus Christus. Instead, would you comment on this post with the lyrics to your favorite hymn? I'll begin...

(Hint: You can copy/paste hymn lyrics from this site).

6 comments:

Jordan Thomas said...

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.

Still the small inward voice I hear,
That whispers all my sins forgiven;
Still the atoning blood is near,
That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.

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.

Jordan Thomas said...

Sorry Bentley, but could you repost your comment? An error occured when trying to post your comment. By the way, great hymn!

Katie said...

For mercies countless as the sands
Which daily I receive,
From Jesus, my Redeemer's hands,
My soul what canst thou give.

Alas! from such a heart as mine
What can I bring him forth?
My best is stained and dyed with sin.
My all is nothing worth.

Yet this acknowledgment I'll make
For all He has bestowed,
Salvation's sacred cup I'll take
And call upon my God.

The best returns for one like me,
So wretched and so poor,
Is from His gifts to draw a plea
And ask Him still for more.

I cannot serve Him as I ought,
no works have I to boast,
Yet would I glory in the thought
That I shall owe Him most.

William Cowper - The Olney Hymnal

Anonymous said...

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,
Who was, and is, and evermore shall be.

Holy, holy, holy! though 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!

Anonymous said...

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believers ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fears.

It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

Dear Name! the rock on which I build,
My sheild and hiding-place,
My never-failing treasury filled
With boundless stores of grace.

Jesus! my Shepherd, Brother, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.

Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see the as Thee as Thou art,
I'll praise Thee as I ought.

Till then I would Thy love proclaim,
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy Name
Refresh my soul in death!
-John Newton-

kate said...

Be still my soul, the Lord is on thy side.
Bear patiently thy cross of grief and pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide,
In every change, He faithful will remain.
Be still my soul, thy best, thy Heavenly Friend,
Through thorny ways, leads to a joyful end.

Be still my soul, thy God will undertake,
To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake.
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still my soul, the waves and winds still know,
His voice Who ruled them, while He dwelt below.

Be still my soul, the hour is hastening on,
When we shall be forever with the Lord.
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrows forgot, love's purest joys restored...
Be still my soul, when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed, we shall meet at last.