Post your favorite Hymns here.

[b]In The Garden[/b]
Words & Music: C. Austin Miles

I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.

Refrain;
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.

Refrain

I’d stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.

Refrain

John Wesley sang this hymn on his deathbed, and I imagine with tears streaming down his face:

I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers;
My days of praise shall ne’er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

Why should I make a man my trust?
Princes must die and turn to dust;
Vain is the help of flesh and blood:
Their breath departs, their pomp, and power,
And thoughts, all vanish in an hour,
Nor can they make their promise good.

Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel’s God: He made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train:
His truth for ever stands secure;
He saves th’oppressed, He feeds the poor,
And none shall find His promise vain.

The Lord has eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He sends the labr’ing conscience peace;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow, and the fatherless,
And grants the pris’ner sweet release.

He loves His saints, He knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell;
Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns:
Let every tongue, let every age,
In this exalted work engage;
Praise Him in everlasting strains.

I’ll praise Him while He lends me breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers;
My days of praise shall ne’er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

- Isaac Watts

http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/i/l/illprais.htm

You said favorites and hymns.
hehehehehe. I'm gonna be greedy and post two.

Arise, my soul, arise,
shake off your guilty fears;
The bleeding sacrifice,
in my behalf appears;
Before the throne my Surety stands,
Before the throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on His hands.

He ever lives above,
for me to intercede;
His all redeeming love,
His precious blood, to plead;
His blood atoned for every race,
His blood atoned for every race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

Five bleeding wounds He bears;
received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers;
they strongly plead for me:
"Forgive him, O forgive," they cry,
"Forgive him, O forgive," they cry,
"Nor let that ransomed sinner die!"

The Father hears Him pray,
His dear anointed One;
He cannot turn away
the presence of His Son;
The Spirit answers to the blood,
The Spirit answers to the blood
And tells me I am born of God.

My God is reconciled;
His pardoning voice I hear;
He owns me for His child;
I can no longer fear
With confidence I now draw nigh,
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And "Father, Abba, Father," cry.

And

Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise.

Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,
Nor wanting, nor wasting, Thou rulest in might;
Thy justice, like mountains, high soaring above
Thy clouds, which are fountains of goodness and love.

To all, life Thou givest, to both great and small;
In all life Thou livest, the true life of all;
We blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree,
And wither and perish - but naught changeth Thee.

Great Father of glory, pure Father of light,
Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight;
All praise we would render; O help us to see
’Tis only the splendor of light hideth Thee!

But ah, my list of favorite hymn's grows everyday... the evening light ones here on this site are spectacular.

Words: Jo­si­ah Con­der, 1836.

Music: Whitfield, anon­y­mous

My Lord, I did not choose You,
For that could never be;
My heart would still refuse You,
Had You not chosen me.
You took the sin that stained me,
You cleansed me, made me new;
Of old You have ordained me,
That I should live in You.

Unless Your grace had called me
And taught my op’ning mind,
The world would have enthralled me,
To heav’nly glories blind.
My heart knows none above You;
For Your rich grace I thirst;
I know that if I love You,
You must have loved me first.

[url=http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/m/l/mlidncyo.htm]http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/m/l/mlidncyo.htm[/url]

Probably one of my favourites...

Approach My Soul
Words: John New­ton, Ol­ney Hymns

Approach, my soul, the mercy seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before His feet,
For none can perish there.

Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burdened souls to Thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.

Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely pressed,
By war without and fears within,
I come to Thee for rest.

Be Thou my Shield and hiding Place,
That, sheltered by Thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him Thou hast died!

O wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead Thy gracious Name.

You know in doing this, I find myself like a kid in a candy store!!!! So here is yet another.

Come Ye Sinners, Words: Jo­seph Hart

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and power.

Come, ye thirsty, come, and welcome,
God’s free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh.

Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all.

View Him prostrate in the garden;
On the ground your Maker lies.
On the bloody tree behold Him;
Sinner, will this not suffice?

Lo! th’incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merit of His blood:
Venture on Him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude.

Let not conscience make you linger,
Not of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel your need of Him.

[i]Refrain
I will arise and go to Jesus,
He will embrace me in His arms;
In the arms of my dear Savior,
O there are ten thousand charms.[/i]

As I've walked out my christian life I've been through some times where it seemed as if God had hidden Himself and during those times I learned to dearly love the hymn [i]I Would Love Thee[/i]

I'm not sure at the moment who wrote the song but I'll come back and edit this post with the author's name.

[i][b]I Would Love Thee[/b][/i]

I would love Thee
God and Father
My Redeemer and my King
I would love Thee
For without Thee
Life is but a bitter thing

I would love
Every blessing
Flows to me from out Thy throne
I would love Thee
He who loves Thee
Never feels himself alone

I would love Thee
Look upon me
Ever guide me with Thine eye
I would love Thee
If not nourished
By Thy love my soul would die

I would love Thee
I have vowed it
On Thy love my heart is set
While I love Thee
I will never
My Redeemer's love forget

I sang that song for years before I ever came to realize that life without God is a very bitter thing. Not because "Jesus is my pal" and He makes my life easy, but because He is my life and breath and sustainance. If I were not nourished by the love of my Creator my soul [b]would[/b] die! What a tragedy life is without God!

roaringlamb wrote:
Probably one of my favourites...

Approach My Soul
Words: John New­ton, Ol­ney Hymns

Yay! That's my other favorite.

Take My Life and Let It Be Consecrated
By: Frances Havergal

Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to thee.
Take my moments and my days;
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of thy love.
Take my feet, and let them be
Swift and beautiful for thee.

Take my voice, and let me sing
Always, only, for my King.
Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages from thee.
Take my silver and my gold;
Not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect, and use
Every power as thou shalt choose.

Take my will, and make it thine;
It shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart, it is thine own;
It shall be thy royal throne.
Take my love; my Lord, I pour
At thy feet its treasure store.
Take myself and I will be
Ever, only, all for thee.

The secret's out. CE4 years ago I discovered that the old hymns are like letters from our Godly ancestors, preserved for us to strengthen us on our way.

I always am amazed that the hymns written even as far back as the 1600's carry the message that they struggled with the same sins as we and that we are saved from God's wrath only through Jesus.

As a child I often heard my Grandmother sing this quietly to herself:

[b]VICTORY IN JESUS[/b]
Bartlett 1800's

I heard an old, old story,
How a Savior came from glory,
How He gave His life on Calvary
To save a wretch like me;
I heard about His groaning,
Of His precious blood's atoning,
Then I repented of my sins
And won the victory.

I heard about His healing,
Of His cleansing pow'r revealing.
How He made the lame to walk again
And caused the blind to see;
And then I cried, "Dear Jesus,
Come and heal my broken spirit,"
And somehow Jesus came and bro't
To me the victory.

I heard about a mansion
He has built for me in glory.
And I heard about the streets of gold
Beyond the crystal sea;
About the angels singing,
And the old redemption story,
And some sweet day I'll sing up there
The song of victory.

Chorus
O victory in Jesus,
My Savior, forever.
He sought me and bought me
With His redeeming blood;
He loved me ere I knew Him
And all my love is due Him,
He plunged me to victory,
Beneath the cleansing flood.

IntheLight, my equally favorite is In the Garden

and I have to post my late Mother's favorites

[b]WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS[/b]
Scriven(lyrics) and Converse(music) 1800's

1.\tWhat a friend we have in Jesus,
\tall our sins and griefs to bear!
\tWhat a privilege to carry
\teverything to God in prayer!
\tO what peace we often forfeit,
\tO what needless pain we bear,
\tall because we do not carry
\teverything to God in prayer.

2.\tHave we trials and temptations?
\tIs there trouble anywhere?
\tWe should never be discouraged;
\ttake it to the Lord in prayer.
\tCan we find a friend so faithful
\twho will all our sorrows share?
\tJesus knows our every weakness;
\ttake it to the Lord in prayer.

3.\tAre we weak and heavy laden,
\tcumbered with a load of care?
\tPrecious Savior, still our refuge;
\ttake it to the Lord in prayer.
\tDo thy friends despise, forsake thee?
\tTake it to the Lord in prayer!
\tIn his arms he'll take and shield thee;
\tthou wilt find a solace there.

and her other favorite ONE DAY I'll try to find the words to and post:

[i]I NEED THEE, PRECIOUS JESUS[/i]

I need Thee, precious Jesus,
For I am full of sin;
My soul is dark and guilty,
My heart is dead within.
I need the cleansing fountain
Where I can always flee,
The blood of Christ most precious,
The sinner’s perfect plea.

I need Thee, precious Jesus,
For I am very poor;
A stranger and a pilgrim,
I have no earthly store.
I need the love of Jesus
To cheer me on my way,
To guide my doubting footsteps,
To be my strength and stay.

I need Thee, precious Jesus,
I need a friend like Thee,
A friend to soothe and pity,
A friend to care for me.
I need the heart of Jesus
To feel each anxious care,
To tell my every trouble,
And all my sorrows share.

I need Thee, precious Jesus,
I need Thee, day by day,
To fill me with Thy fullness,
To lead me on my way;
I need Thy Holy Spirit,
To teach me what I am,
To show me more of Jesus,
To point me to the Lamb.

I need Thee, precious Jesus,
And hope to see Thee soon,
Encircled with the rainbow
And seated on Thy throne.
There, with Thy blood bought children,
My joy shall ever be,
To sing Thy praises, Jesu,
To gaze, O Lord, on Thee.

http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/i/n/ineedtpj.htm

Id love to hear someone sing thease old songs :-)

JESUS CHRIST IS RISEN TODAY C.Wesley

Jesus Christ is risen today, Alleluia!
Our triumphant holy day, Alleluia!
Who did once, upon the cross, Alleluia!
Suffer to redeem our loss, Alleluia!

Hymns of praise then let us sing, Alleluia!
Unto Christ, our heavenly King, Alleluia!
Who endured the cross and grave, Alleluia!
Sinners to redeem and save, Alleluia!

But the pains which He endured, Alleluia!
Our salvation hath procured, Alleluia!
Now above the sky He’s king, Alleluia!
Where the angels ever sing, Alleluia!

Sing we to our God above, Alleluia!
Praise eternal as His love, Alleluia!
Praise Him, all you heavenly host, Alleluia!
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Alleluia!

BLEST ARE THE UNDEFILED IN HEART I.Watts

Blest are the undefiled in heart,
Whose ways are right and clean;
Who never from Thy law depart,
But fly from every sin.

Blest are the men that keep Thy Word,
And practice Thy commands;
With their whole heart they seek the Lord,
And serve thee with their hands.

Great is their peace who love Thy law;
How firm their souls abide!
Nor can a bold temptation draw
Their steady feet aside.

Then shall my heart have inward joy,
And keep my face from shame,
When all Thy statutes I obey,
And honor all Thy Name.

But haughty sinners God will hate,
The proud shall die accursed;
The sons of falsehood and deceit
Are trodden to the dust.

Vile as the dross the wicked are;
And those that leave Thy ways
Shall see salvation from afar,
But never taste Thy grace.

hmmhmm wrote:
Id love to hear someone sing thease old songs

Me too! Unfortunately, for most of them I know just the lyrics, but I hope I will learn to sing them one day! :-)

Id love to hear someone sing thease old songs

Christian, this has been my heart's longing that some blessed saint would take up the Spirit-filled ministry of recording the complete hymns of Charles Wesley and Isaac Watts.

It would take a lifetime, I think. There is a very blessed brother on SermonIndex named Russel who has recorded a few on his guitar. They have so deeply blessed me, I give thanks to God for him.

[url=https://www.sermonindex.net/modules/mydownloads/viewcat.php?cid=392]Russell's Hymns[/url]

Brother Paul

i think most churches people would start twist and turn in the pews when some of the hymns of Wesley or Watts would be sung out, they are so rich, full of glory,mercy, the judgement, holiness and just so filled with the gospel!

i remember i read one hymn by bonar and i was just choked, did someone acctually sing that? was my thought..... :-o

edit:
here it is, and it was the last stance that just got me, wont hear that song to much nowdays...

“Yet there is room”: the Lamb’s bright hall of song,
With its fair glory, beckons thee along;
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

Day is declining, and the sun is low;
The shadows lengthen, light makes haste to go;
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

The bridal hall is filling for the feast;
Pass in, pass in, and be the Bridegroom’s guest;
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

It fills, it fills, that hall of jubilee!
Make haste, make haste; ’tis not too full for thee;
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

Yet there is room: still open stands the gate,
The gate of love; it is not yet too late:
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

O enter in; that banquet is for thee;
That cup of everlasting joy is free;
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

All Heaven is there, all joy! Go in, go in;
The angels beckon thee the prize to win:
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

Louder and sweeter sounds the loving call;
Come, lingerer, come; enter that festal hall;
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

Ere night that gate may close, and seal thy doom;
Then the last low, long cry, “No room, no room!”
No room, no room! O woeful cry, “No room!”

I wouldn't be able to get through most of them, if my church did Wesley and Watts hymns. I try to sing along on Cyberhymnal and just break down. My throat seizes up, tears flood. I can't continue singing, all I can do is bow my head and breathe as my spirit swells with God's love.

I remember when we sang "When I Survey the Wondrous Cross" before Keith Daniel preached in Mabank, Texas. Half-way through I just broke, and I couldn't physically sing. My spirit sang instead. It was blissful, heaven on earth. It was like a geyser of grace was just flooding my being. Mind you, I am used to the modern, weak songs most churches do nowadays with twanging guitars and drums and fleshy, crooning vocals. Addressing God like He's some fawning boyfriend or girlfriend. I hate it. And suddenly, I'm in Mabank, and I'm surrounded by a host of holy saints thristing to hear the man of God deliver the Word. When we all started singing that glorious hymn (and Keith sang it, too), the fathomless geyser burst forth.

Why don't more churches sing those holy hymns??

There is a famine indeed.

Brother Paul :cry:

I remember when we sang "When I Survey the Wondrous Cross" before Keith Daniel preached in Mabank, Texas. Half-way through I just broke, and I couldn't physically sing. My spirit sang instead. It was blissful, heaven on earth. It was like a geyser of grace was just flooding my being. Mind you, I am used to the modern, weak songs most churches do nowadays with twanging guitars and drums and fleshy, crooning vocals. Addressing God like He's some fawning boyfriend or girlfriend. I hate it. And suddenly, I'm in Mabank, and I'm surrounded by a host of holy saints thristing to hear the man of God deliver the Word. When we all started singing that glorious hymn (and Keith sang it, too), the fathomless geyser burst forth.

Why don't more churches sing those holy hymns??

Most of them would find offending singing hymns like "Come, ye sinners, poor and needy" and hymns about the blood of our Lord!

I believe many weary fellows have been led to Christ through this wonderful plea:

Come Ye Sinners, Words: Jo­seph Hart

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and power.

Come, ye thirsty, come, and welcome,
God’s free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh.

Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all.

View Him prostrate in the garden;
On the ground your Maker lies.
On the bloody tree behold Him;
Sinner, will this not suffice?

Lo! th’incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merit of His blood:
Venture on Him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude.

Let not conscience make you linger,
Not of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel your need of Him.

Refrain
I will arise and go to Jesus,
He will embrace me in His arms;
In the arms of my dear Savior,
O there are ten thousand charms.

Here is a hymn I heard sung once, the opening line was taken from a hymn by Charles Wesley

[i]Let the world their virtue boast,
Their works of righteousness,
I, a wretch undone and lost,
Am freely saved by grace;

Take me Saviour as I am
Let me lose my sins in Thee
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb
Thy blood was shed for me

Full of truth and grace Thou art
And here is all my hope
False and foul as hell my heart
To Thee I offer up

Thou wast given to redeem
My soul from iniquity
Friend of sinners spotless Lamb
Thy blood was shed for me

Nothing have I Lord to pay
Nor can Thy grace procure
Empty send me not away
For Thou knowest I am poor

Dust and ashes is my name
My all is sin and misery
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb
Thy blood was shed for me[/i]

I remember singing the "false and foul as hell my heart" line, and it struck me just how polluted I really am, and how desperately needful of Christ I am.

A hymn that our family loves it "come thou fount of every blessing"

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I’ll begin;
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.

Awesome! Makes me want to praise and shout!!

Blessings,

Sean

A hymn that our family loves it "come thou fount of every blessing"

http://www.cyberhymnal.org

Brother Kire,

This is a great website!! I just spent about half an hour singing along. Thanks for sharing it.

Danielle

This is my all-time favorite... it makes me want to fall on my knees every time is sing it. Such powerful words, and what a depth of reality.

"When i survey the wondrus cross..."

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my Lord!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

GLORY!

The final verse... i love to meditate on it, and it brings such a sober reality to my heart, such that brings me to contrition, and love for Jesus.

Praise the Lord.

Following are words to a song written by Martin Luther in the 1500's. As I typed it out I imagined Luther bent over his table, the words pouring forth in the presence of our very God:

[b]A MIGHTY FORTRESS IS OUR GOD[/b]
Martin Luther 1500's

A Mighty fortress is our God.
A bulwark never failing;
Our helper he, amid the flood,
Of mortal ills prevailing.
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great,
And, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.

Did we in our own strength confide,
Our striving would be losing;
Were not the right man on our side,
The man of God's own choosing.
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is he;
Lord Sabaoth his name,
From age to age the same,
And he must win the battle.

And though this world, with demons filled,
Should threaten to undo us;
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us.
The prince of darkness grim,
We tremble not for him,
His rage we can endure,
For lo! His doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.

That word above all earthly powers,
No thanks to them abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours
Through him who with us sideth
Let goods and kindred go,
This mortal life also;
The body they may kill;
God's truth abideth still,
His Kingdom is for ever.

[size=xx-small]put to music in the 1800's by Fred Hedge[/size]

This hymn is a full-blown treatise on spiritual warfare. It has about 10,000 sermons packed inside it, and it contains more truth than a lifetime of Sunday messages, and offers more instruction than the best seminary available. It was written by Charles Wesley, of course.

[b]Soldiers of Christ, Arise![/b]

Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put your armor on,
Strong in the strength which God supplies through His eternal Son.
Strong in the Lord of hosts, and in His mighty power,
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts is more than conqueror.

Stand then in His great might, with all His strength endued,
But take, to arm you for the fight, the panoply of God;
That, having all things done, and all your conflicts passed,
Ye may o’ercome through Christ alone and stand entire at last.

Stand then against your foes, in close and firm array;
Legions of wily fiends oppose throughout the evil day.
But meet the sons of night, and mock their vain design,
Armed in the arms of heavenly light, of righteousness divine.

Leave no unguarded place, no weakness of the soul,
Take every virtue, every grace, and fortify the whole;
Indissolubly joined, to battle all proceed;
But arm yourselves with all the mind that was in Christ, your Head.

But, above all, lay hold on faith’s victorious shield;
Armed with that adamant and gold, be sure to win the field:
If faith surround your heart, Satan shall be subdued,
Repelled his every fiery dart, and quenched with Jesu’s blood.

Jesus hath died for you! What can His love withstand?
Believe, hold fast your shield, and who shall pluck you from His hand?
Believe that Jesus reigns; all power to Him is giv’n:
Believe, till freed from sin’s remains; believe yourselves to Heav’n.

To keep your armor bright, attend with constant care,
Still walking in your Captain’s sight, and watching unto prayer.
Ready for all alarms, steadfastly set your face,
And always exercise your arms, and use your every grace.

Pray without ceasing, pray, your Captain gives the word;
His summons cheerfully obey and call upon the Lord;
To God your every want in instant prayer display,
Pray always; pray and never faint; pray, without ceasing, pray!

In fellowship alone, to God with faith draw near;
Approach His courts, besiege His throne with all the powers of prayer:
Go to His temple, go, nor from His altar move;
Let every house His worship know, and every heart His love.

To God your spirits dart, your souls in words declare,
Or groan, to Him Who reads the heart, the unutterable prayer:
His mercy now implore, and now show forth His praise,
In shouts, or silent awe, adore His miracles of grace.

Pour out your souls to God, and bow them with your knees,
And spread your hearts and hands abroad, and pray for Zion’s peace;
Your guides and brethren bear for ever on your mind;
Extend the arms of mighty prayer, ingrasping all mankind.

From strength to strength go on, wrestle and fight and pray,
Tread all the powers of darkness down and win the well fought day.
Still let the Spirit cry in all His soldiers, “Come!”
Till Christ the Lord descends from high and takes the conquerors home.

Be Thou My Vision

Be thou my vision, oh Lord of my heart
Naught be all else to me, save that thou art
Thou my best thought, by day or by night
Waking or sleeping, thy presence my light

Be thou my wisdon and thou my true word
I ever with thee and thou with me, Lord
Thou my great Father, and I thy true son
Thou in my dwelling, and I with thee one

Riches I need not, nor man's empty praise
Thou mine inheritance, now and always
Thou and thou only, first in my heart
High King of heaven, my treasure thou art

High King of heaven, my victory won
May I reach heaven's joys, O bright heaven's sun
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall
Still be my vision, O ruler of all

Just A Closer Walk With Thee

1. I am weak, but Thou art strong;
Jesus, keep me from all wrong;
I’ll be satisfied as long
As I walk, let me walk close to Thee.

* Refrain:
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.

2. Through this world of toil and snares,
If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares?
None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee.

3. When my feeble life is o’er,
Time for me will be no more;
Guide me gently, safely o’er
To Thy kingdom shore, to Thy shore.

THE OLD RUGGED CROSS
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On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame;
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.

O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.

In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
A wondrous beauty I see,
For 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
To pardon and sanctify me.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He'll call me some day to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I'll share.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.

greetings in Jesus' Name by Whose Blood we are Saved.AMEN.

dear saints
i believe this is my favorite hymn

nearer my God to thee, nearer to thee,
e'en though it be a cross that raiseth me,
still all my song shall be,
nearer my God to thee, nearer to thee.

though like the wanderer, the sun has gone down,
darkness comes over me, my rest a stone,
yet in my dreams i'd be,
nearer my God to thee, nearer to hee.

there let the way appear, stairs unto heaven,
all that though sendest me in Mercy given,
angels to beckon me,
nearer my God to thee, nearer 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 to thee.

Or if on joyful wing, cleaving the sky,
sun, moon and stars forgot, upward i'd fly,
still all my song shall be,
nearer my God to thee, nearer to thee.

i bless God for this song because it identifies what i long for most. even my 3 yr old daughter likes this song and will request we sing it from time to time.

Grace and Peace be ours in Jesus' Name.AMEN.

This is my all-time favorite... it makes me want to fall on my knees every time is sing it. Such powerful words, and what a depth of reality.

"When i survey the wondrus cross..."

This is also among one of my favorites too! There is a wonderful modern rendition (new melody, same words) that I really love by Abe Philip. http://philipmusic.com/Music.html (scroll down to "Modern Hymns").

Thank God for the hymn writers who have been given grace to express in clear words the feelings and rejoicings of our hearts!

Ken

All the hymns posted are great! We sing hymns at the church I go to instead of the contemporary music my former church sang. I like both types, so its good for me.

I like these:
His Name is Wonderful
Jesus, My Lord is Wonderful
It is well
Old Rugged Cross
Jesus Keep Me near the Cross
Just a Closer Walk with Thee
I Surrender All
When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
Holy, Holy, Holy
Great is Thy Faithfulness
In the Sweet By and By
Grace Greater than our sin
and I have been delving into others...

dear brothers and sisters, i do not know a bunch of hymns, but there are some that really touch my heart when i sing them. among those are..

*holy, holy, holy
*amazing grace
*trust and obey
*great is thy faithfulness
*grace greater than all my sin
*it is well with my soul
*survey the wondrous cross

my favorite though is "there is a fountain filled with blood". do you guys know of it? i have listed the verses that i remember, i believe that there is still one i'm missing. (maybe someone can list it all out for me..sorry)

there is a fountain filled with blood,
drawn from Immanuel's veins;
and sinners plunged beneath that flood,
lose all their guilty stains

the lying thief rejoiced to see,
that fountain in his day;
and there may i, though vile as he,
wash all my sins away

and since by faith i saw the stream,
thy flowing wounds supply;
redeeming love has been my theme,
and shall be till i die.

it makes my heart rejoice just singing it to myself to write the words. great thread guys.

During the last few weeks, the Lord has had me reading and singing this hymn over and over and I have found it to be a great encouragement and reminder of Whose we are and that He is our sure foundation, no matter what may come. I am so deeply thankful that I am hidden in Christ and that in the end of the Book, we are still with Him.

How Firm a Foundation

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word!
What more can He say than to you He hath said,
You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?

In every condition, in sickness, in health;
In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth;
At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,
As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be.

Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed,
For I am thy God and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen and help thee, and cause thee to stand
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.

When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;
For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

When through fiery trials thy pathways shall lie,
My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.

Even down to old age all My people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne.

The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to its foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake.

(You can even take your pick of tunes!
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