4 All things thy wise designs fulfill, In earth beneath, and heaven above, And good breaks out from every ill, Through faith in thine encircling love. They hung him high they stretched him wide lyrics chords. 4 And if my Redeemer could part, For me, with his throne in the skies, O why is so dear to my heart. 4 O may that Spirit, ever blest, Upon my soul in radiance shine, Till welcomed to eternal rest, I taste thy presence, Lord, divine! Rest in Christ, the Ark of grace; Tempest-tossed I long have been, And the flood increases fast; Open, Lord, and take me in, Till the storm be overpast! In the Saviour's work of grace; And with confidence depend.
Ride onward, triumphantly glorious, O'er sin, death, and hell, thou art more than victorious; Thy name is the theme of the great congregation, While angels and saints raise the shout of salvation. 2 Now is th' accepted time, The Saviour calls to-day; To-morrow it may be too late—. 2 What can I do, so poor, so weak, But from thy hands new blessings seek, A heart to feel thy mercies more, A soul to know thee, and adore? 3 Yet, with determined courage, go; And armed with power divine, Your God will needful aid bestow, And on your labors shine. 6 Supported by thy love, We tend to realms of peace, Where every pain shall far remove, And every frailty cease. Such pure delight impart. But now they taste unmingled love, And joy without a tear. Drawn from Immanuel's veins; And sinners plunged beneath that flood, Loose all their guilty stains. We cry, "Lord, help the tempest tost, ". 2 My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns thy dreadful sentence just; Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemned to die. Which warble from immortal tongues. They hung him high they stretched him wide lyrics youtube. 3 Thee, my new Master, now I call, And consecrate to thee my all: Lord, let me live and die to thee; Be thine through all eternity.
Has an avenger there. Before and behind the vail. I seek my home in heaven. 3 I ask them whence their victory came; They, with united breath, Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, Their triumph to his death. 3 To thee my trembling spirit flies, With sin and grief oppressed; Thy gentle voice dispels my fears, And lulls my cares to rest. They hung him high they stretched him wide lyrics. 3 O not in doubt shall be our journey's ending: Sin with its fears, shall leave us at the last; All its best hopes in glad fulfillment blending, Life shall be with us more when death is past. Shall guard the traveler through; "Hail! " To SEND DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any particular state visit While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who approach us with offers to donate. Shall Jesus urge his dying love? Thy mercies let my heart record. Forgetful of his word! Of life, shall guide our way, Till we behold the clearer light. Gladly join to spread his fame: Gifts we offer to his name.
3 His doctrine is almighty love; There's virtue in his name. Are the kingdoms of his Son! And shall my pride disdain the deed, That's worthy of my God! 2 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear; And in example live; Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds, Still fresh instruction give. 4 There Jesus bids our sorrows cease, And gives the laboring conscience peace; Raises our grateful feelings high, And points to mansions in the sky. To win with love the wandering; thou invitest, By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors, Man from his errors. 4 The grave shall be opened, The dead shall arise, And with the Redeemer. A temple pure and worthy thee. 2 They worship the Lamb who for sinners was slain; But their loftiest songs never equal his love: The claims of his mercy will ever remain, Transcending the anthems in glory above. Which God's own word has taught! Here have we no continuing city.
This sad earth shall bloom again? My God, how excellent thy grace! Swell within my breast, Yet their inner meaning. 2 With his blood the Lord hath bought them, When they knew him not, he sought them, And from all their wanderings brought them; His the praise alone. How may we meet our conflict yet. There comes a holier calm, And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, Her silent groves of palm. 3 O what a blesséd hope is ours! No righteousness, no merit, No beauty can I plead; Yet in the cross I glory, My title there I read.
5 Give me, O Lord, a place. Captive led captivity. In life's dry, dreary sand; From thee, like Pisgah's mountain, We view our promised land. 4 When troubles rise, and storms appear, There may his children hide; God has a strong pavilion, where. Swiftly God's great day approaches, Sighs shall then be changed to praise: May we triumph, When the world is in a blaze!
As more of heaven in each we see; Some softening gleam of love and prayer. 4 Farewell, dear laborer, go; We part with thee in love; And if we meet no more below, O may we meet above. He calls me still: can I delay? Of this dear gift possessed, I'd clasp it to my joyful heart, And be for ever blest. Behold the great Messiah come! Sublimer anthems near thy throne. For your departed Lord; "Behold the place—he is not here;". Just and holy is thy name, Prince of Peace and Righteousness; Most unworthy, Lord, I am, Thou art full of love and grace. A hearty welcome here receive; May we together now partake.
Now to the Lord, who makes us know. 3 God, thy God, will now restore thee: He himself appears thy Friend; All thy foes shall flee before thee; Here their boasts and triumphs end: Great deliverance. 2 'Tis love that paints the purple morn, And bids the clouds, in air upborne, Their genial drops distill; In every vernal beam it glows, And breathes in every gale that blows, And glides in every rill. The sorrow, pain, or solitude, That make the spirit pure! Where thou art be drear and lone, God hath set a guardian legion. O, that I were as in months past. Weary souls that wander wide. 2 He rose for them for whom he died, That, like to him, they may.
4 Here springs of consolation rise. Christ the Day-Star. O God, thy grace and blessing give. Once obtained on Calvary: Let the gospel. The days are hastening on, By prophet-bards foretold, When with the ever-circling years. 3 In Zion God is known, A refuge in distress; How bright has his salvation shone, Through all her palaces! 2 Exalt the Lamb of God, The sin-atoning Lamb; Redemption by his blood, Through all the lands, proclaim: 3 Ye slaves of sin and hell, Your liberty receive, And safe in Jesus dwell, And blest in Jesus live: 4 The gospel trumpet hear, The news of pardoning grace: Ye happy souls, draw near; Behold your Saviour's face: 5 Jesus, our great High Priest, Has full atonement made; Ye weary spirits, rest; Ye mourning souls, be glad: 8s, peculiar. The Lord is our power—The Lord will provide. 5 Calmly the day forsakes our heaven, To dawn beyond the west; So let my soul, in life's last even, Retire to glorious rest. For they shall see our God; The secret of the Lord is theirs; Their soul is his abode.
God is the fountain whence. As uncontrolled and free; O, not mine own! And thy sinful inclinations. All that he for man hath done, All he sends us through his Son. With smiles and glee; Or I may dwell alone, and mirth. 2 Open thou the crystal fountain. How deep the wounds his Saviour bore? 4 Lord, we our feeble faith confess; That little spark of faith increase, That we may doubt no more; But fix on thee our steady eye, And on thine outstretched arm rely, Till all the storm is o'er. 6 And can we the words of his exit forget? Why should I doubt or fear? Desponding soul, O cease thy woe; Dry up thy tears; to Jesus go, In faith's appointed way; Let not thy unbelieving fears. The King of glory comes, The King of glory comes.