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A safe stronghold our God is still

Hymnal: BW1867 #68 (1867) Lyrics: 1 A safe stronghold our God is still, Our shield and surest weapon; He will deliver from the ill That hath us now o'ertaken. Our old deadly foe Now aims his last blow; Deep guile and strong power He boasteth in this hour: On earth is not his equal. 2 By strength of ours could naught be done; The strife full soon were ended, But for us fights the valiant One, By God himself commended. As you, "Who is He?" Christ Jesus! There see The Lord Saboath, Our God and Saviour both— He conquers in this battle. 3 Though devils all the earth should fill, Each watching to devour us, We tremble not, we fear no ill They cannot overpower us. The false prince of hell May rage, rave and swell; He harms not a hair, We shall escape his snare; Christ's lightest word shall stay him. 4 His word for ever shall abide, Our foes can ne'er destroy it, He standteh ever at our side, And cheers us by His Spirit. And take they our life, Goods, fame, children, wife, When their worst is done, Yet have they nothing won-- We shall receive the kingdom. Topics: God the Son Condescension Languages: English

Beyond where Cedron's waters flow

Hymnal: BW1867 #69 (1867) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 Beyond where Cedron's waters flow, Behold the suffering Saviour go To sad Gethsemane; His countenance is all divine, Yet grief appears in every line. 2 He bows beneath the sins of men; He cries to God, and cries again, In sad Gethsemane: He lifts His mournful eyes above-- "My Father, can this cup remove?" 3 With gentle resignation still He yielded to His Father's will In sad Gethsemane: "Behold Me here, Thine only Son; And, Father, let Thy will be done." 4 The Father heard; and angels there Sustained the Son of God in prayer, In sad Gethsemane: He drank the dreadful cup of pain-- Then rose to life and joy again. 5 When storms of sorrow round us sweep, And scenes to anguish make us weep, To sad Gethsemane We'll look, and see the Saviour there, And humbly bow, like Him, in prayer. Topics: God the Son Submission Languages: English

Behold! where, in mortal form

Hymnal: BW1867 #70 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Behold! where, in a mortal form, Appears each grace divine: The virtues, all in Jesus met, With mildest radiance shine. 2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, To give the mourner joy, To preach glad tidings to the poor, Was His divine employ. 3 'Mid keen reproach and cruel scorn, He, meek and patient, stood: His foes, ungrateful, sought His life Who labored for their good. 4 In the last hours of deep distress, Before His Father's throne, With soul resigned, he bowed, and said, "Thy will, not mine, be done!" 5 Be Christ our pattern and our guide, His image may we bear; Oh may we tread His holy steps, His joys and glory share! Topics: God the Son Example Languages: English

Whene'er the angry passions rise

Hymnal: BW1867 #71 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Whene'er the angry passions rise, And tempt our thoughts and tongues to strife; To Jesus let us lift our eyes-- Bright pattern of the Christian life. 2 Oh how benevolent and kind! How mild--how ready to forgive! Be this the temper of our mind, And these the rules by which we live. 3 To do His heavenly Father's will Was His employment and delight; Humility and holy zeal Shone through His life divinely bright. 4 Dispensing good where'er He came, The labors of His life were love: Then, if we bear the Saviour's name, Our souls let His example move. 5 But! ah, how blind, how weak we are, How frail, how apt to turn aside; Lord, we depend upon Thy care, And ask Thy Spirit for our guide. 6 Thy fair example may we trace, To teach us what we ought to be; Make us, by Thy transforming grace, Dear Saviour, daily more like Thee. Topics: God the Son Example Languages: English

He lives, the great Redeemer lives

Hymnal: BW1867 #72 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 He lives, the great Redeemer lives, (What joy the blest assurance gives!) And now, before His Father, God, Pleads the full merit of His blood. 2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, And justice armed with frowns appears; But in the Savior's lovely face Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. 3 Hence, then, ye black despairing thoughts! Above our fears, above our faults, His powerful intercessions rise, And guilt recedes and terror dies. 4 In every dark, distressful hour, When sin and Satan join their power; Let this dear hope repel the dart, That Jesus bears us on His heart. 5 Great Advocate, Almighty Friend-- On Him our humble hopes depend: Our cause can never, never fail, For Jesus pleads and must prevail. Topics: God the Son Intercession Languages: English

The Lord of life, with glory crowned

Hymnal: BW1867 #73 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The Lord of life, with glory crowned, On heaven's exalted throne, Forgets not those for whom on earth He heaved His dying groan. 2 His greatness now no tongue of man Or seraph bright can tell; Yet still the chief of all His joys, That souls are saved from hell. 3 For this He taught, and toiled, and bled; For this His life was given; For this He fought, and vanquished death; For this He reigns in heaven. 4 Join, all ye saints beneath the sky, Your grateful praise to give; Sing loud hosannas to His name, With whom you too shall live. Topics: God the Son Intercession Languages: English

Thou art the Way: to Thee alone

Hymnal: BW1867 #74 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Thou art the Way: to Thee alone From sin and death we flee; And He who would the Father seek, Must seek Him, Lord, through Thee. 2 Thou art the Truth; Thy Word alone True wisdom can impart: Thou, only, canst instruct the mind, And purify the heart. 3 Thou art the Life: the rending tomb Proclaims Thy conquering arm; And those who put their trust in Thee Nor death nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life: Grant us to know that Way, That Truth to keep, that Life to win, Which lead to endless day. Topics: God the Son Intercession Languages: English

How lost was my condition

Hymnal: BW1867 #75 (1867) Lyrics: 1 How lost was my condition, Till Jesus made me whole! There is but one Physician Can cure a sin-sick soul!-- The worst of all diseases Is light, compared with sin; On every part it seizes, But rages most within: 2 From men great skill professing, I thought a cure to gain; But this proved more distressing, And added to my pain: Some said that nothing ailed me, Some gave me up for lost, Thus every refuge failed me, And all my hopes were crossed. 3 At length this great Physician-- How matchless is His grace!-- Accepted my petition, And undertook my case: Next door to death He found me, And snatched me from the grave, To tell to all around me His wondrous power to save. 4 A dying, risen Jesus, Seen y the eye of faith, At once from danger frees us, And saves the soul from death: Come then to this Physician, His help He'll freely give; He makes no hard condition, 'Tis only--Look and live. Topics: God the Son Intercession Languages: English

When, marshalled on the nightly plain

Hymnal: BW1867 #76 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 When, marshaled on the nightly plain, The glittering hosts bestud the sky, One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner’s wandering eye. 2 Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the star of Bethlehem. 3 Once on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud--the night was dark, The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark. 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose, It was the star of Bethlehem. 5 It was my guide, my light, my all; It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger’s thrall, It led me to the port of peace. Topics: God the Son Intercession Languages: English

Oh, could I speak the matchless worth

Hymnal: BW1867 #77 (1867) Lyrics: 1 Oh, could I speak the matchless worth-- Oh, could I sound the glories forth Which in my Savior shine, I’d soar and touch the heavenly strings, And vie with Gabriel, while he sings, In notes almost divine. 2 I’d sing the precious blood He spilt, My ransom from the dreadful guilt Of sin and wrath divine: I’d sing His glorious righteousness, In which all perfect, heavenly dress, My soul shall ever shine. 3 I’d sing the characters He bears, And all the forms of love He wears, Exalted on His throne: In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would to everlasting days Make all His glories known. 4 Soon the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me home, And I shall see His face; Then with my Savior, Brother, Friend, A blest eternity I’ll spend, Triumphant in His grace. Topics: God the Son Intercession Languages: English