By: William Warsham How
O wisdom from on high,
O truth unchanged, unchanging,
O light of our dark sky!
We praise thee for the radiance
That from the hallowed page,
A lamp to guide our footsteps,
Shines on from age to age.
The church from her dear Master
Received the gift divine,
And still that light she lifteth
O'er all the earth to shine.
It is the golden casket
Where gems of truth are stored,
It is heaven-drawn picture
Of Christ the living Word.
It floateth like a banner
Before God's host unfurled,
It shineth like a beacon
Above the stormy world;
It is the chart and compass
That o'er life's raging sea,
'Mid mists and rocks and quicksands,
Still guides, O Christ, to thee!
By: William Cowper
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
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.
Thou dying Lamb! Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed church of God
Are 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.
There in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy power to save,
When this poor lisping, stam'ring tongue
Is ransomed from the grave.
By: F.E. Belden
Father, impute His life unto me.
My life of scarlet, my sin and woe.
Cover with His life, whiter than snow.
Deep are the wounds transgression has made;
Red are the stains; my soul is afraid.
O to be covered, Jesus, with Thee,
Save from the law that now judgeth me!
Longing the joy of pardon to know;
Jesus holds out a robe white as snow;
"Lord, I accept thee! Leaving my own,
Gladly I wear They pure life alone."
Reconciled by His death for my sin,
Justified by His life pure and clean,
Sanctified by obeing His Word,
Glorified when returneth my Lord.
By: Author Unknown
In everything I say and do,
Till others learn to follow Thee
Because You loved and guided me."
While in their youth,
With spirit meek,
The way of truth.
To them the Sacred Scriptures now display
Christ as the only true and living way;
His precious blood on Calvary was given
To make them heirs of bliss in heaven.
And e'en on earth the child of God can trace
The blessings of his Saviour's grace.
For them He bore
His Father's frown;
For them He wore
The thorny crown;
Nailed to the cross,
Endured its pain,
That His life's loss
Might be their gain.
Then haste to choose
That better part,
Nor e'en refuse
The Lord thy heart,
Lest He declare,
'I know you not'
And deep despair
Should be your lot.
Now look to Jesus, who on Calvary died,
And trust on Him who there was crucified."
By: Annie Johnson Flint
Wherein His coming brought no joy, His going left no mirth;
No leper hailed Him from afar; no crippled child was brought;
No blind man groped a way to Him; no sick His healing sought.
He could not free them from their sin, or give their pain relief,
He could not work His miracles, because of unbelief.
The had that fashioned all the worlds and spread the heavens above,
The mighty hand of power divine, the tender hand of love,
Was impotent to help or save, or cast the demons out,
The arm of strenght grew weak and small before men's scornful doubt.
Today, as then, Christ's might works the world will not recieve;
Omnipotence is powerless when men will not believe.
By: Thomas Haweis
Thy heavenly influence give;
Quicken our souls, our guilt remove,
That we in Christ may live.
His love within us shed abroad,
Life's ever-springing well;
Till God in us, and we in God,
In love eternal dwell.
