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Hymn Lyrics 2021-2022

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September: I Am Resolved
October: To God Be The Glory
November: The Love of God
December: Tell Me The Story Of Jesus
January: O God, Our Help In Ages Past
February: Leaning on the Everlasting Arms
March: At Calvary
April: Am I A Soldier Of The Cross?
May: Now Thank We All Our God
June: 'Tis So Sweet To Trust in Jesus
July: Nearer, My God, To Thee
August: More Love To Thee, O Christ


September: I Am Resolved * *
Lyrics by Palmer Hartsough 1896; Tune by James Fillmore, Sr. 1896

I am resolved no longer to linger,
Charmed by the world's delight,
Things that are higher, things that are nobler,
These have allured my sight.
     I will hasten to Him, hasten so glad and free;
     Jesus, greatest, highest, I will come to Thee.
     I will hasten, hasten to Him, hasten so glad and free;
     Jesus, Jesus, greatest, highest, I will come to Thee.

I am resolved to go to the Savior,
Leaving my sin and strife;
He is the true One, He is the just One,
He hath the words of life.
     I will hasten to Him, hasten so glad and free;
     Jesus, greatest, highest, I will come to Thee.
     I will hasten, hasten to Him, hasten so glad and free;
     Jesus, Jesus, greatest, highest, I will come to Thee.

I am resolved to follow the Savior,
Faithful and true each day;
Heed what He sayeth, do what He willeth,
He is the living way.
     I will hasten to Him, hasten so glad and free;
     Jesus, greatest, highest, I will come to Thee.
     I will hasten, hasten to Him, hasten so glad and free;
     Jesus, Jesus, greatest, highest, I will come to Thee.

I am resolved to enter the kingdom
Leaving the paths of sin;
Friends may oppose me, foes may beset me,
Still will I enter in.
     I will hasten to Him, hasten so glad and free;
     Jesus, greatest, highest, I will come to Thee.
     I will hasten, hasten to Him, hasten so glad and free;
     Jesus, Jesus, greatest, highest, I will come to Thee.

I am resolved, and who will go with me?
Come, friends, without delay,
Taught by the Bible, led by the Spirit,
We'll walk the heav'nly way.
     I will hasten to Him, hasten so glad and free;
     Jesus, greatest, highest, I will come to Thee.
     I will hasten, hasten to Him, hasten so glad and free;
     Jesus, Jesus, greatest, highest, I will come to Thee.


October: To God Be The Glory * *
Lyrics by Fanny Crosby 1875; Tune by W. Howard Doane 1875

To God be the glory, great things He has done;
So loved He the world that He gave us His Son,
Who yielded His life an atonement for sin,
And opened the life gate that all may go in.
     Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
     Let the earth hear His voice!
     Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
     Let the people rejoice!
     O come to the Father, through Jesus the Son,
     And give Him the glory, great things He has done.

O perfect redemption, the purchase of blood,
To every believer the promise of God;
The vilest offender who truly believes,
That moment from Jesus a pardon receives.
     Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
     Let the earth hear His voice!
     Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
     Let the people rejoice!
     O come to the Father, through Jesus the Son,
     And give Him the glory, great things He has done.

Great things He has taught us, great things He has done,
And great our rejoicing through Jesus the Son;
But purer, and higher, and greater will be
Our wonder, our transport, when Jesus we see.
     Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
     Let the earth hear His voice!
     Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
     Let the people rejoice!
     O come to the Father, through Jesus the Son,
     And give Him the glory, great things He has done.


November: The Love of God * *
Lyrics by Frederick Lehman 1917; Tune by Frederick lehman and Claudia Mays 1919

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.
     O love of God, how rich and pure!
     How measureless and strong!
     It shall forevermore endure
     The saints' and angels' song.

When years of time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men, who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,
God's love so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam's race--
The saints' and angels' song.
     O love of God, how rich and pure!
     How measureless and strong!
     It shall forevermore endure
     The saints' and angels' song.

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
     O love of God, how rich and pure!
     How measureless and strong!
     It shall forevermore endure
     The saints' and angels' song.


December: Tell Me The Story Of Jesus * *
Lyrics by Fanny Crosby 1880; Tune by John Sweney 1880

Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word.
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard.
Tell how the angels in chorus,
Sang as they welcomed His birth.
"Glory to God in the highest!
Peace and good tidings to earth."
     Tell me the story of Jesus,
     Write on my heart every word.
     Tell me the story most precious,
     Sweetest that ever was heard.

Fasting alone in the desert,
Tell of the days that are past.
How for our sins He was tempted,
Yet was triumphant at last.
Tell of the years of His labor,
Tell of the sorrow He bore.
He was despised and afflicted,
Homeless, rejected and poor.
Peace and good tidings to earth."
     Tell me the story of Jesus,
     Write on my heart every word.
     Tell me the story most precious,
     Sweetest that ever was heard.

Tell of the cross where they nailed Him,
Writhing in anguish and pain.
Tell of the grave where they laid Him,
Tell how He liveth again.
Love in that story so tender,
Clearer than ever I see.
Stay, let me weep while you whisper,
Love paid the ransom for me.
Peace and good tidings to earth."
     Tell me the story of Jesus,
     Write on my heart every word.
     Tell me the story most precious,
     Sweetest that ever was heard.


January: O God, Our Help In Ages Past *
Lyrics by Isaac Watts 1719; Tune: "St. Anne" by William Croft 1708

This hymn was sung at Charlotte Mason's funeral; see In Memoriam, pg. 223.

Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.

Under the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.

Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.

Thy Word commands our flesh to dust,
"Return, ye sons of men:"
All nations rose from earth at first,
And turn to earth again.

A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.

The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by the flood,
And lost in following years.

Time, like an ever rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

Like flowery fields the nations stand
Pleased with the morning light;
The flowers beneath the mower's hand
Lie withering ere ‘tis night.

Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.


February: Leaning on the Everlasting Arms * *
Lyrics by Elisha Hoffman 1887; Tune: Anthony Showalter 1887

What a fellowship, what a joy divine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
What a blessedness, what a peace is mine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
      Leaning, leaning, safe and secure from all alarms;
      Leaning, leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms.

O how sweet to walk in this pilgrim way,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
O how bright the path grows from day to day,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
      Leaning, leaning, safe and secure from all alarms;
      Leaning, leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms.

What have I to dread, what have I to fear,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
I have blessed peace with my Lord so near,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
      Leaning, leaning, safe and secure from all alarms;
      Leaning, leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms.


March: At Calvary * * *
Lyrics by William Newell 1895; Tune: "Gambia" by Daniel Towner 1895

Years I spent in vanity and pride,
Caring not my Lord was crucified,
Knowing not it was for me He died on Calvary.
     Mercy there was great, and grace was free;
     Pardon there was multiplied to me;
     There my burdened soul found liberty at Calvary.

By God's Word at last my sin I learned;
Then I trembled at the law I'd spurned,
Till my guilty soul imploring turned to Calvary.
     Mercy there was great, and grace was free;
     Pardon there was multiplied to me;
     There my burdened soul found liberty at Calvary.

Now I've given to Jesus everything,
Now I gladly own Him as my king,
Now my raptured soul can only sing of Calvary!
     Mercy there was great, and grace was free;
     Pardon there was multiplied to me;
     There my burdened soul found liberty at Calvary.

Oh, the love that drew salvation's plan!
Oh, the grace that brought it down to man!
Oh, the mighty gulf that God did span at Calvary!
     Mercy there was great, and grace was free;
     Pardon there was multiplied to me;
     There my burdened soul found liberty at Calvary.


April: Am I A Soldier Of The Cross? *
Lyrics by Isaac Watts 1721; Tune: "Arlington" by Thomas Arne 1762

Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb,
And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His name?

Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

Sure I must fight if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord.
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy Word.

Thy saints in all this glorious war
Shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
By faith's discerning eye.

When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all Thy armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be Thine.


May: Now Thank We All Our God * *
Lyrics by Martin Rinkart 1636, translated from German by Catherine Winkworth 1856; Tune: "Nun Danket" by Johann Cruger 1647, harmony by Felix Mendelssohn 1840

Now thank we all our God, with heart and hands and voices,
Who wondrous things has done, in Whom this world rejoices;
Who from our mothers' arms has blessed us on our way
With countless gifts of love, and still is ours today.

O may this bounteous God through all our life be near us,
With ever joyful hearts and blessèd peace to cheer us;
And keep us in His grace, and guide us when perplexed;
And free us from all ills, in this world and the next!

All praise and thanks to God the Father now be given;
The Son and Him Who reigns with Them in highest Heaven;
The one eternal God, whom earth and Heaven adore;
For thus it was, is now, and shall be evermore.


June: 'Tis So Sweet To Trust in Jesus * *
Lyrics by Louisa Stead 1882; Tune: "Fall River" by William Kirkpatrick 1882

'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,
And to take Him at His word;
Just to rest upon His promise,
And to know, "Thus says the Lord!"
     Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him!
     How I've proved Him o'er and o'er;
     Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
     O for grace to trust Him more!

O how sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just to trust His cleansing blood;
And in simple faith to plunge me
'Neath the healing, cleansing flood!
     Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him!
     How I've proved Him o'er and o'er;
     Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
     O for grace to trust Him more!

Yes, 'tis sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just from sin and self to cease;
Just from Jesus simply taking
Life and rest, and joy and peace.
     Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him!
     How I've proved Him o'er and o'er;
     Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
     O for grace to trust Him more!

I'm so glad I learned to trust Thee,
Precious Jesus, Savior, friend;
And I know that Thou art with me,
Wilt be with me to the end.
     Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him!
     How I've proved Him o'er and o'er;
     Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
     O for grace to trust Him more!


July: Nearer, My God, To Thee * * * * *
Lyrics by Sarah Adams and William Fox 1841; Tune: "Bethany" by Lowell Mason 1856

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, my God, to Thee,
     Nearer to Thee!

Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down,
Darkness be over me, my rest a stone.
Yet in my dreams I'd be nearer, my God to Thee.
     Nearer, my God, to Thee,
     Nearer to Thee!

There let the way appear, steps unto Heav'n;
All that Thou sendest me, in mercy given;
Angels to beckon me nearer, my God, to Thee.
     Nearer, my God, to Thee,
     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, my God, to Thee,
     Nearer to Thee!

Or, if on joyful wing cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upward I'll fly,
Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee.
     Nearer, my God, to Thee,
     Nearer to Thee!

There in my Father's home, safe and at rest,
There in my Savior's love, perfectly blest;
Age after age to be, nearer my God to Thee.
     Nearer, my God, to Thee,
     Nearer to Thee!


August: More Love To Thee, O Christ *
Lyrics by Elizabeth Prentiss 1856; Tune by W. Howard Doane 1870

More love to Thee, O Christ, more love to Thee!
Hear Thou the prayer I make on bended knee.
This is my earnest plea: More love, O Christ, to Thee;
More love to Thee, more love to Thee!

Once earthly joy I craved, sought peace and rest;
Now Thee alone I seek, give what is best.
This all my prayer shall be: More love, O Christ to Thee;
More love to Thee, more love to Thee!

Let sorrow do its work, come grief or pain;
Sweet are Thy messengers, sweet their refrain,
When they can sing with me: More love, O Christ, to Thee;
More love to Thee, more love to Thee!

Then shall my latest breath whisper Thy praise;
This be the parting cry my heart shall raise;
This still its prayer shall be: More love, O Christ to Thee;
More love to Thee, more love to Thee!