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September: Blessed Assurance
October: Break Thou The Bread of Life
November: I Sing the Mighty Power of God
December: Jesus, What a Friend For Sinners
January: Revive Us Again
February: I Know Whom I Have Believed
March: Alas, And Did My Savior Bleed?
April: I Will Sing Of My Redeemer
May: There Is A Fountain
June: God of Our Fathers
July: Come Thou Almighty King
August: Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior


September: Blessed Assurance * *
Lyrics by Fanny Crosby 1873; Tune: "Assurance" by Phoebe Knapp 1873

Blessèd assurance, Jesus is mine!
O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
     This is my story, this is my song,
     Praising my Savior, all the day long;
     This is my story, this is my song,
     Praising my Savior, all the day long.

Perfect submission, perfect delight,
Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
Angels descending bring from above
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
     This is my story, this is my song,
     Praising my Savior, all the day long;
     This is my story, this is my song,
     Praising my Savior, all the day long.

Perfect submission, all is at rest
I in my Savior am happy and blest,
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.
     This is my story, this is my song,
     Praising my Savior, all the day long;
     This is my story, this is my song,
     Praising my Savior, all the day long.


October: Break Thou The Bread of Life * *
Lyrics by Mary Lathbury 1877; Tune: "Bread of Life" by William Sherwin 1877

Break Thou the bread of life, dear Lord, to me,
As Thou didst break the loaves beside the sea;
Beyond the sacred page I seek Thee, Lord;
My spirit pants for Thee, O living Word!

Bless Thou the truth, dear Lord, to me, to me,
As Thou didst bless the bread by Galilee;
Then shall all bondage cease, all fetters fall;
And I shall find my peace, my all in all.

Thou art the bread of life, O Lord, to me,
Thy holy Word the truth that saveth me;
Give me to eat and live with Thee above;
Teach me to love Thy truth, for Thou art love.

O send Thy Spirit, Lord, now unto me,
That He may touch my eyes, and make me see:
Show me the truth concealed within Thy Word,
And in Thy Book revealed I see the Lord.


November: I Sing the Mighty Power of God * *
Lyrics by Isaac Watts 1715; Tune: "Ellacombe" by William Monk 1868

In some hymnals the title is "We Sing The Greatness Of Our God." There's an alternate tune for this: "Forest Green," a traditional tune arranged by Ralph Vaughn Williams 1906. We suggest you learn this hymn to the tune "Ellacombe," as it is the tune most commonly sung.

I sing the mighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.
I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at His command,
And all the stars obey.

I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That filled the earth with food:
Who formed the creatures with His Word,
And then pronounced them good.
Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed,
Where'er I turn my eye,
If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky!

There's not a plant or flower below,
But makes Thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from Thy throne;
Creatures--as numerous as they be--
Are subject to Thy care;
There's not a place where we can flee,
But God is present there.

In Heaven He shines with beams of love,
With wrath in hell beneath:
'Tis on His earth I stand or move,
And 'tis His air I breathe.
His hand is my perpetual guard,
He keeps me with His eye:
Why should I then forget the Lord,
Who is for ever nigh?


December: Jesus, What a Friend For Sinners * * *
Lyrics by J. Wilbur Chapman 1910; Tune: "Hyfrydol" by Rowland Pritchard 1830

Jesus! what a Friend for sinners!
Jesus! Lover of my soul;
Friends may fail me, foes assail me,
He, my Savior, makes me whole.
     Hallelujah! what a Savior!
     Hallelujah! what a friend!
     Saving, helping, keeping, loving,
     He is with me to the end.

Jesus! what a strength in weakness!
Let me hide myself in Him.
Tempted, tried, and sometimes failing,
He, my strength, my victory wins.
     Hallelujah! what a Savior!
     Hallelujah! what a friend!
     Saving, helping, keeping, loving,
     He is with me to the end.

Jesus! what a help in sorrow!
While the billows over me roll,
Even when my heart is breaking,
He, my comfort, helps my soul.
     Hallelujah! what a Savior!
     Hallelujah! what a friend!
     Saving, helping, keeping, loving,
     He is with me to the end.

Jesus! what a guide and keeper!
While the tempest still is high,
Storms about me, night overtakes me,
He, my pilot, hears my cry.
     Hallelujah! what a Savior!
     Hallelujah! what a friend!
     Saving, helping, keeping, loving,
     He is with me to the end.

Jesus! I do now receive Him,
More than all in Him I find.
He hath granted me forgiveness,
I am His, and He is mine.
     Hallelujah! what a Savior!
     Hallelujah! what a friend!
     Saving, helping, keeping, loving,
     He is with me to the end.


January: Revive Us Again *
Lyrics by William Mackay 1863; Tune by John Husband 1815

We praise Thee, O God!
For the Son of Thy love,
For Jesus who died,
And is now gone above.
     Hallelujah! Thine the glory.
     Hallelujah! Amen.
     Hallelujah! Thine the glory.
     Revive us again.

We praise Thee, O God!
For Thy Spirit of light,
Who hath shown us our Savior,
And scattered our night.
     Hallelujah! Thine the glory.
     Hallelujah! Amen.
     Hallelujah! Thine the glory.
     Revive us again.

All glory and praise
To the Lamb that was slain,
Who hath borne all our sins,
And hath cleansed every stain.
     Hallelujah! Thine the glory.
     Hallelujah! Amen.
     Hallelujah! Thine the glory.
     Revive us again.

All glory and praise
To the God of all grace,
Who hast bought us, and sought us,
And guided our ways.
     Hallelujah! Thine the glory.
     Hallelujah! Amen.
     Hallelujah! Thine the glory.
     Revive us again.

Revive us again;
Fill each heart with Thy love;
May each soul be rekindled
With fire from above.
     Hallelujah! Thine the glory.
     Hallelujah! Amen.
     Hallelujah! Thine the glory.
     Revive us again.


February: I Know Whom I Have Believed *
Lyrics by Daniel Whittle 1883; Tune by James McGranahan 1883

I know not why God's wondrous grace
To me He hath made known,
Nor why, unworthy, Christ in love
Redeemed me for His own.
     But I know whom I have believèd,
     And am persuaded that He is able
     To keep that which I've committed
     Unto Him against that day.

I know not how this saving faith
To me He did impart,
Nor how believing in His Word
Wrought peace within my heart.
     But I know whom I have believèd,
     And am persuaded that He is able
     To keep that which I've committed
     Unto Him against that day.

I know not how the Spirit moves,
Convincing us of sin,
Revealing Jesus through the Word,
Creating faith in Him.
     But I know whom I have believèd,
     And am persuaded that He is able
     To keep that which I've committed
     Unto Him against that day.

I know not what of good or ill
May be reserved for me,
Of weary ways or golden days,
Before His face I see.
     But I know whom I have believèd,
     And am persuaded that He is able
     To keep that which I've committed
     Unto Him against that day.

I know not when my Lord may come,
At night or noonday fair,
Nor if I walk the vale with Him,
Or meet Him in the air.
     But I know whom I have believèd,
     And am persuaded that He is able
     To keep that which I've committed
     Unto Him against that day.


March: Alas, And Did My Savior Bleed? (At the Cross) * *
Lyrics by Isaac Watts 1707; Tune: "Hudson" by Ralph Hudson 1885

Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
     At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
     And the burden of my heart rolled away,
     It was there by faith I received my sight,
     And now I am happy all the day!

Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine--
And bathed in its own blood--
While the firm mark of wrath divine,
His Soul in anguish stood.
     At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
     And the burden of my heart rolled away,
     It was there by faith I received my sight,
     And now I am happy all the day!

Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
     At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
     And the burden of my heart rolled away,
     It was there by faith I received my sight,
     And now I am happy all the day!

Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker died,
For man the creature's sin.
     At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
     And the burden of my heart rolled away,
     It was there by faith I received my sight,
     And now I am happy all the day!

Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.
     At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
     And the burden of my heart rolled away,
     It was there by faith I received my sight,
     And now I am happy all the day!

But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give my self away
'Tis all that I can do.
     At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
     And the burden of my heart rolled away,
     It was there by faith I received my sight,
     And now I am happy all the day!


April: I Will Sing Of My Redeemer * * *
Lyrics by Philip Bliss 1876; Tune: "Burnley" by James McGranahan 1877

The lyrics of this song were found in Bliss's belongings after a train wreck which resulted in his death in 1876.

I will sing of my Redeemer,
And His wondrous love to me;
On the cruel cross He suffered,
From the curse to set me free.
     Sing, oh sing, of my Redeemer,
     With His blood, He purchased me.
     On the cross, He sealed my pardon,
     Paid the debt, and made me free.

I will tell the wondrous story,
How my lost estate to save,
In His boundless love and mercy,
He the ransom freely gave.
     Sing, oh sing, of my Redeemer,
     With His blood, He purchased me.
     On the cross, He sealed my pardon,
     Paid the debt, and made me free.

I will praise my dear Redeemer,
His triumphant power I'll tell,
How the victory He giveth
Over sin, and death, and hell.
     Sing, oh sing, of my Redeemer,
     With His blood, He purchased me.
     On the cross, He sealed my pardon,
     Paid the debt, and made me free.

I will sing of my Redeemer,
And His heav'nly love to me;
He from death to life hath brought me,
Son of God with Him to be.
     Sing, oh sing, of my Redeemer,
     With His blood, He purchased me.
     On the cross, He sealed my pardon,
     Paid the debt, and made me free.


May: There Is A Fountain * *
Lyrics by William Cowper 1772; Tune: "Cleansing Fountain;" 19th century camp meeting tune

There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
     Lose all their guilty stains,
     Lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there have I, though vile as he,
Washed all my sins away.
     Washed all my sins away,
     Washed all my sins away;
And there have I, though vile as he,
Washed all my sins away.

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed church of God
Be saved, to sin no more.
     Be saved, to sin no more,
     Be saved, to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed church of God
Be 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.
     And shall be till I die,
     And shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy power to save,
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave.
     Lies silent in the grave,
     Lies silent in the grave;
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave.

Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared,
Unworthy though I be,
For me a blood bought free reward,
A golden harp for me!
     A golden harp for me,
     A golden harp for me;
For me a blood bought free reward,
A golden harp for me!

'Tis strung and tuned for endless years,
And formed by power divine,
To sound in God the Father's ears
No other name but Thine;
     No other name but Thine,
     No other name but Thine;
To sound in God the Father's ears
No other name but Thine.


June: God of Our Fathers *
Lyrics by Daniel Roberts 1876; Tune: "National Hymn" by George Warren 1888

This is the National Hymn of the US. The lyrics were written for an 1876 Centennial Fourth of July celebration in Vermont, but sung to a different tune. The current tune was written for the hymn in 1888 to commemorate the centennial of the US Constitution.

God of our fathers, whose almighty hand
Leads forth in beauty all the starry band
Of shining worlds in splendor through the skies
Our grateful songs before Thy throne arise.

Thy love divine hath led us in the past,
In this free land by Thee our lot is cast,
Be Thou our ruler, guardian, guide and stay,
Thy Word our law, Thy paths our chosen way.

From war's alarms, from deadly pestilence,
Be Thy strong arm our ever sure defense;
Thy true religion in our hearts increase,
Thy bounteous goodness nourish us in peace.

Refresh Thy people on their toilsome way,
Lead us from night to never ending day;
Fill all our lives with love and grace divine,
And glory, laud, and praise be ever Thine.


July: Come Thou Almighty King *
Lyrics by unknown, credited to Charles Wesley; Tune: "Italian Hymn" by Felice de Giardini 1769

Come, Thou almighty King,
Help us Thy name to sing,
Help us to praise!
Father all glorious, o'er all victorious,
Come and reign over us, Ancient of Days!

Jesus, our Lord, arise,
Scatter our enemies,
And make them fall;
Let Thine almighty aid our sure defense be made,
Our souls on Thee be stayed; Lord, hear our call.

Come, Thou incarnate Word,
Gird on Thy mighty sword, our prayer attend!
Come, and Thy people bless, and give Thy Word success,
Spirit of holiness, on us descend!

Come, holy Comforter,
Thy sacred witness bear
In this glad hour.
Thou who almighty art, now rule in every heart,
And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of power!

To Thee, great One in Three,
Eternal praises be,
Hence, evermore.
Thy sovereign majesty may we in glory see,
And to eternity love and adore!


August: Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior * *
Lyrics by Fanny Crosby 1868; Tune by W. Howard Doane 1870

Pass me not, O gentle Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.
     Savior, Savior,
     Hear my humble cry;
     While on others Thou art calling,
     Do not pass me by.

Let me at Thy throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief,
Kneeling there in deep contrition;
Help my unbelief.
     Savior, Savior,
     Hear my humble cry;
     While on others Thou art calling,
     Do not pass me by.

Trusting only in Thy merit,
Would I seek Thy face;
Heal my wounded, broken spirit,
Save me by Thy grace.
     Savior, Savior,
     Hear my humble cry;
     While on others Thou art calling,
     Do not pass me by.

Thou the Spring of all my comfort,
More than life to me,
Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
Whom in Heav'n but Thee?
     Savior, Savior,
     Hear my humble cry;
     While on others Thou art calling,
     Do not pass me by.