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AO Hymn Lyrics 2022-2023 AmblesideOnline.org

AmblesideOnline
Hymn Lyrics 2022-2023

You can search for more than we've included here by clicking the "Titles" link at HymnTime's CyberHymnal. Also here.


September: He Leadeth Me
October: Dear Lord and Father of Mankind
November: He Hideth My Soul
December: How Sweet The Name of Jesus Sounds
January: What A Friend We Have In Jesus
February: I'll Praise My Maker
March: Redeemed, How I Love To Proclaim It
April: I'm Not Ashamed to Own My Lord
May: Sweet Hour of Prayer
June: Rock of Ages
July: I Stand Amazed in the Presence
August: The Rock That Is Higher Than I


September: He Leadeth Me ** * *
Lyrics by Joseph Gilmore 1862; Tune by William Bradbury 1864

He leadeth me, O blessèd thought!
O words with heav'nly comfort fraught!
Whate'er I do, where'er I be
Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.
     He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
     By His own hand He leadeth me;
     His faithful follower I would be,
     For by His hand He leadeth me.

Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,
By waters still, over troubled sea,
Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me.
     He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
     By His own hand He leadeth me;
     His faithful follower I would be,
     For by His hand He leadeth me.

Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.
     He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
     By His own hand He leadeth me;
     His faithful follower I would be,
     For by His hand He leadeth me.

And when my task on earth is done,
When by Thy grace the vict'ry's won,
E'en death's cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.
     He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
     By His own hand He leadeth me;
     His faithful follower I would be,
     For by His hand He leadeth me.


October: Dear Lord and Father of Mankind *
Lyrics by John Whittier 1872 Tune: "Rest" by Frederick maker 1887

Dear Lord and Father of mankind,
Forgive our foolish ways;
Reclothe us in our rightful mind,
In purer lives Thy service find,
In deeper reverence, praise.

In simple trust like theirs who heard,
Beside the Syrian sea,
The gracious calling of the Lord,
Let us, like them, without a word,
Rise up and follow Thee.

O Sabbath rest by Galilee,
O calm of hills above,
Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee
The silence of eternity,
Interpreted by love!

With that deep hush subduing all
Our words and works that drown
The tender whisper of Thy call,
As noiseless let Thy blessing fall
As fell Thy manna down.

Drop Thy still dews of quietness,
Till all our strivings cease;
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of Thy peace.

Breathe through the heats of our desire
Thy coolness and Thy balm;
Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;
Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,
O still, small voice of calm.


November: He Hideth My Soul * * * *
Lyrics by Fanny Crosby 1890; Tune by William Kirkpatrick 1890

A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
A wonderful Savior to me;
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,
Where rivers of pleasure I see.
     He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
     That shadows a dry, thirsty land;
     He hideth my life with the depths of His love,
     And covers me there with His hand,
     And covers me there with His hand.

A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
He taketh my burden away;
He holdeth me up, and I shall not be moved,
He giveth me strength as my day.
     He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
     That shadows a dry, thirsty land;
     He hideth my life with the depths of His love,
     And covers me there with His hand,
     And covers me there with His hand.

With numberless blessings each moment He crowns,
And filled with His fullness divine,
I sing in my rapture, oh, glory to God
For such a Redeemer as mine!
     He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
     That shadows a dry, thirsty land;
     He hideth my life with the depths of His love,
     And covers me there with His hand,
     And covers me there with His hand.

When clothed in His brightness, transported I rise
To meet Him in clouds of the sky,
His perfect salvation, His wonderful love
I'll shout with the millions on high.
     He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
     That shadows a dry, thirsty land;
     He hideth my life with the depths of His love,
     And covers me there with His hand,
     And covers me there with His hand.


December: How Sweet The Name of Jesus Sounds *
Lyrics by John Newton 1779; Tune:"St. Peter" by Alexander Reinagle 1836

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

Dear name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding place,
My never failing treasury filled
With boundless stores of grace!

By Thee my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled;
Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am owned a child.

Jesus! my shepherd, husband, friend,
O prophet, priest and king,
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,
Accept the praise I bring.

Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I'll praise Thee as I ought.

Till then I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath,
And may the music of Thy name
Refresh my soul in death!


January: What A Friend We Have In Jesus * *
Lyrics by Joseph Scriven 1855; Tune: "Erie" by Charles Converse 1868

What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit,
O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer.

Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged;
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness;
Take it to the Lord in prayer.

Are we weak and heavy laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do your friends despise, forsake you?
Take it to the Lord in prayer!
In His arms He'll take and shield you;
You will find a solace there.

Blessèd Savior, Thou hast promised
Thou wilt all our burdens bear
May we ever, Lord, be bringing
All to Thee in earnest prayer.
Soon in glory bright unclouded
There will be no need for prayer
Rapture, praise and endless worship
Will be our sweet portion there.


February: I'll Praise My Maker While I've Breath * *
Lyrics by Isaac Watts 1719; Tune: "Old 113th" by Matthias Greiter 1525

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 laboring conscience peace;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow, and the fatherless,
And grants the prisoner 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.


March: Redeemed, How I Love To Proclaim It *
Lyrics by Fanny Crosby 1882; Tune by William Kirkpatrick 1882

Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it!
Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
Redeemed through His infinite mercy,
His child and forever I am.
     Redeemed, redeemed,
     Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
     Redeemed, redeemed,
     His child and forever I am.

Redeemed, and so happy in Jesus,
No language my rapture can tell;
I know that the light of His presence
With me doth continually dwell.
     Redeemed, redeemed,
     Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
     Redeemed, redeemed,
     His child and forever I am.

I think of my blessèd Redeemer,
I think of Him all the day long:
I sing, for I cannot be silent;
His love is the theme of my song.
     Redeemed, redeemed,
     Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
     Redeemed, redeemed,
     His child and forever I am.

I know I shall see in His beauty
The King in whose law I delight;
Who lovingly guardeth my footsteps,
And giveth me songs in the night.
     Redeemed, redeemed,
     Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
     Redeemed, redeemed,
     His child and forever I am.

I know there's a crown that is waiting,
In yonder bright mansion for me,
And soon, with the spirits made perfect,
At home with the Lord I shall be.
     Redeemed, redeemed,
     Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
     Redeemed, redeemed,
     His child and forever I am.


April: I'm Not Ashamed to Own My Lord *
Lyrics by Isaac Watts 1707; Tune: "Arlington" by Thomas Arne 1762

I'm not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend His cause;
Maintain the honor of His Word,
The glory of His cross.

Jesus, my God! I know His name,
His name is all my trust;
Nor will He put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.

Firm as His throne His promise stands,
And He can well secure
What I've committed to His hands
Till the decisive hour.

Then will He own my worthless name
Before His Father's face,
And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.


May: Sweet Hour of Prayer * * *
Lyrics by William Walford 1845; Tune: "Sweet Hour" by William Bradbury 1861

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father's throne
Make all my wants and wishes known.
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief
And oft escaped the tempter's snare
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
The joys I feel, the bliss I share,
Of those whose anxious spirits burn
With strong desires for thy return!
With such I hasten to the place
Where God my Savior shows His face,
And gladly take my station there,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless.
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His Word and trust His grace,
I'll cast on Him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
May I thy consolation share,
Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height,
I view my home and take my flight:
This robe of flesh I'll drop and rise
To seize the everlasting prize;
And shout, while passing through the air,
"Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!"


June: Rock of Ages * *
Lyrics by Augustus Toplady 1776; Tune by Thomas Hastings 1830

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;
Save from wrath and make me pure.

Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to the cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Savior, or I die.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.


July: I Stand Amazed in the Presence *
Lyrics and music by Charles Gabriel 1905

I stand amazed in the presence
Of Jesus the Nazarene,
And wonder how He could love me,
A sinner, condemned, unclean.
     O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
     And my song shall ever be:
     O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
     Is my Savior's love for me!

For me it was in the garden
He prayed: "Not My will, but Thine."
He had no tears for His own griefs,
But sweat drops of blood for mine.
     O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
     And my song shall ever be:
     O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
     Is my Savior's love for me!

In pity angels beheld Him,
And came from the world of light
To comfort Him in the sorrows
He bore for my soul that night.
     O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
     And my song shall ever be:
     O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
     Is my Savior's love for me!

He took my sins and my sorrows,
He made them His very own;
He bore the burden to Calvary,
And suffered and died alone.
     O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
     And my song shall ever be:
     O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
     Is my Savior's love for me!

When with the ransomed in glory
His face I at last shall see,
'Twill be my joy through the ages
To sing of His love for me.
     O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
     And my song shall ever be:
     O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
     Is my Savior's love for me!


August: The Rock That Is Higher Than I (O Sometimes the Shadows are Deep) *
Lyrics by Erastus Johnson 1871; Tune byWilliam Fischer

This hymn was written in response the American financial panic of 1871.

Oh! sometimes the shadows are deep,
And rough seems the path to the goal,
And sorrows, sometimes how they sweep
Like tempests down over the soul.
     O then to the Rock let me fly
     To the Rock that is higher than I
     O then to the Rock let me fly
     To the Rock that is higher than I!

Oh! sometimes how long seems the day,
And sometimes how weary my feet!
But toiling in life's dusty way,
The Rock's blessèd shadow, how sweet!
     O then to the Rock let me fly
     To the Rock that is higher than I
     O then to the Rock let me fly
     To the Rock that is higher than I!

Then near to the Rock let me keep
If blessings or sorrows prevail,
Or climbing the mountain way steep,
Or walking the shadowy vale.
     O then to the Rock let me fly
     To the Rock that is higher than I
     O then to the Rock let me fly
     To the Rock that is higher than I!