The Solid Rock
By Edward Mote
Public Domain
My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness
I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but wholly lean on Jesus' Name
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand, all other ground is sinking sand
All other ground is sinking sand
When darkness veils His lovely face, I rest on His unchanging grace
In every high and stormy gale, my anchor holds within the veil
His oath, His covenant, His blood, support me in the whelming flood
When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my Hope and Stay
When He shall come with trumpet sound, O may I then in Him be found
Dressed in His righteousness alone, faultless to stand before the throne
Amazing Love (And Can it Be)
By Charles Wesley
Public Domain
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?
He left His Father's throne above, so free, so infinite His grace
Humbled Himself, so great His love, and bled for all His chosen race
'Tis mercy all, immense and free, for O my God, it found out me
Amazing love! How can it be, that Thou, my God, shouldst die for 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
Amazing love! How can it be, that Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
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 the eternal throne, and claim the crown, through Christ my own
Amazing love! How can it be, that Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
Jesus, Priceless Treasure
By Johann Franck & David L. Ward
© 2007 ReformedPraise.org
Jesus, priceless treasure, source of purest pleasure, Friend and brother true
Oh, how long in anguish shall my spirit languish, yearning, Lord, for You?
Oh, Yours I am O Spotless Lamb, to follow Your command
I will never leave You, seek no love beside You, Jesus, priceless treasure of my heart
Oh Jesus, my treasure, take my heart and make it YoursOh Jesus, my precious Lord, I love You
In Your arms I’m resting, all my foes are fleeing, none can touch me here
Though the earth be shaking, every heart be quaking, Jesus calms my fear
When lightnings flash and thunders crash I’m safely in Your grasp
Though my sin assails me Jesus will not fail me, Jesus, priceless treasure of my heart
Banish fear and sadness for the Lord of gladness, Jesus, enters inThose who love the Father, though the storms may gather, still have peace withinWhen grief and pain pour down like rain Your loving arms remainCount this world as nothing since the one I’m gaining, is Jesus, priceless treasure of my heart
How Sweet
By Isaac Watts & David L. Ward
© 2007 ReformedPraise.org
How sweet and awesome is the place, with Christ within the doors
While everlasting love displays the choicest of her stores
Here all the mercy of our God with vast compassion rolls
And peace and pardon through His blood, is food for ransomed souls
How sweet is the place, You remind us of grace
See this bread and this wine, You have called us to dine
While all our hearts in prayer and song join to admire the feast
Each wonders now with thankful tongue, "Lord, why am I a guest?
Why was I made to hear Your voice, and enter while there’s room
When thousands make a wretched choice, and rather starve than come?"
Show mercy to the nations, God, constrain the earth to come
Send Your victorious Word abroad, and bring the strangers home
We long to see Your churches full, that all the chosen race
May with one voice and heart and soul sing Your redeeming grace
How sweet is the place, You remind us of grace
On Your Word we will feast, where delights never cease
Nearer, My God, To Thee
By Sarah Adams & Lowell Mason
Public Domain
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee
Even though it be a cross that raiseth me
Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee
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, 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, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee
There in my Father’s home, safe and at rest
There in my Savior’s love, perfectly blessed
Age after age I’ll be, nearer my God to Thee
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee
Depth of Mercy
By Charles Wesley
Public Domain
Depth of mercy; Can there be mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear, me, the chief of sinners, spare?
I have long withstood His grace, long provoked Him to His face
Would not hearken to His calls, grieved Him by a thousand falls
There for me the Savior stands, shows His wounds and spreads His hands
God is love; I know, I feel; Jesus weeps and loves me still
Why to me this waste of love? Ask my Advocate above
See the cause in Jesus’ face, now before the throne of grace
If I rightly read Your heart, if You all compassion art
Bow Your ear, in mercy bow, pardon and accept me now
Now incline me to repent, let me now my fall lament
Now my foul revolt deplore, weep, believe, and sin no more
Jesus speaks, and pleads His blood; He disarms the wrath of God
Now my Father’s mercies move, justice lingers into love
Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted
By Thomas Kelly
Public Domain
Stricken, smitten, and afflicted, see Him dying on the tree
'Tis the Christ by man rejected, yes, my soul, 'tis He, 'tis He
'Tis the long expected Prophet, David's Son, yet David's Lord
By His Son God now has spoken, 'Tis the true and faithful Word
Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning, was there ever grief like His?
Friends through fear His cause disowning, foes insulting his distress
Many hands were raised to wound Him, None would interpose to save
But the deepest stroke that pierced Him was the stroke that Justice gave
Ye who think of sin but lightly nor suppose the evil great
Here may view its nature rightly, here its guilt may estimate
Mark the Sacrifice appointed, see Who bears the awful load
'Tis the Word, the Lord's Anointed, Son of Man and Son of God
Here we have a firm foundation, here the refuge of the lost
Christ, the Rock of our salvation, Christ, the Name of which we boast
Lamb of God, for sinners wounded, Sacrifice to cancel guilt
None shall ever be confounded who on Him their hope have built
His Sacred Blood
By William Robertson, Edward Caswall, & William Williams
Public Domain
Rejected and despised of men, behold a Man of Woe
And grief His close companion still through all His life below
Yet all the griefs He felt were ours; ours were the pangs He bore
Pangs not His own, His spotless soul with bitter anguish tore
We held Him as condemned of Heaven, an outcast from our God
While for our sins He groaned, He bled, beneath His Father’s rod
His sacred blood has washed our souls from sin’s polluting stain
His stripes have healed us and His death revived our souls again
And in the awful pangs of death, He wept, He prayed for me
Loved and embraced my guilty soul when nailed upon the tree
Oh love amazing, love beyond the reach of human tongue
Love which will be the subject of my everlasting song
Oh come, all you in whom are fixed the deadly stains of sin
Come, wash in His all-saving blood, and you will be made clean
Praise Him, who with the Father sits enthroned above the skies
Whose blood redeems our souls from guilt, Whose Spirit sanctifies
Only Trust Him
By John Stockton & Ira Sankey, additional verse by Josh Buttram
Public Domain
Come, every soul by sin oppressed, there’s mercy with the Lord
And He will surely give you rest by trusting in His Word
Only trust Him, only trust Him, only trust Him now
He will save you, He will save you, He will save you now
Yes, Jesus is the truth, the way that leads you into rest
Believe in Him without delay and you are fully blessed.
Come now and from your labors rest, His righteousness receive
His yoke is easy, burden light for those who will believe
Rock of Ages
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in Thee
Let the water and the blood, from Thy wounded side which flowed
Be for sin a double cure, save from wrath and make me pure
Not the labor of my hands can fulfill Thy law’s demands
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
Naked, come to Thee for dress, helpless look to Thee for grace
Foul, I to the fountain fly, wash me, Savior, or I die
While I draw this fleeting breath, when my eyes shall 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
He Lives
By Samuel Medley & David L. Ward
© 2007 ReformedPraise.org
I know that my Redeemer lives, what comfort this sweet sentence gives
He lives again, who once was dead, He lives, my everlasting Head
He lives, triumphant from the grave, He lives, eternally to save
He lives, all glorious in the sky, He lives, exalted there on high
He lives to bless me with His love, and still He pleads for me above
He lives to raise me from the grave, and then eternally to save
He lives, my kind, wise, constant Friend, to hold and keep me till the end
He lives, and while He lives I'll sing, "Jesus, my Prophet, Priest, and King"
He lives my mansion to prepare, and He will bring me safely there
He lives, all glory to His name, Jesus, unchangeably the same
My Shepherd Will Supply My Need
By Isaac Watts
Public Domain
My Shepherd will supply my need; Jehovah is His Name
In pastures fresh He makes me feed, beside the living stream
He brings my wandering spirit back when I forsake His ways
And leads me, for His mercy’s sake, in paths of truth and grace
When I walk through the shades of death, Your presence is my stay
One word of Your supporting breath drives all my fears away
Your hand, in sight of all my foes, does still my table spread
My cup with blessings overflows, Your oil anoints my head
The sure provisions of my God attend me all my days
O may Your house be my abode, and all my work be praise
There would I find a settled rest, while others go and come
No more a stranger, nor a guest, but like a child at home
