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Table of Contents
A Prayer For The Broken Hearted.......................................................3
My God My Father Blissful Name.......................................................4
Grace Upon Grace...................................................................................5
Come, Ye Sinners...................................................................................6
Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul...........................................................7
Lo The Storms Of Life Are Breaking..................................................8
Let Us Love and Sing and Wonder......................................................9
Jesus, the Lord, My Savior..................................................................10
All Must Be Well..................................................................................11
O Love That Will Not Let Me Go......................................................12
History of “O Love That Will Not Let Me Go”................................13
Sweet Are the Seasons.........................................................................15
O Heart Bereaved And Lonely............................................................16
Beloved...................................................................................................17
Whate’er My God Ordains Is Right...................................................18
Thou Lovely Source of True Delight.................................................19
The Sands of Time Are Sinking.........................................................20
Be Still My Soul....................................................................................21
Wedding Dress.....................................................................................22
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A Prayer For The Broken Hearted
Chelsey Scott
Based on a prayer from “The Valley of Vision”
No day in my life has past,
That hasn’t proved me guilty
Prayers are uttered too fast
From a heart that’s cold and empty.
Oh Blessed Jesus,
May we find a covert in thy wounds
Though our sins, they rise to meet us,
How they fall next to the merits of you
Oh, all in me calls for this
It calls for my rejection
This heavy unrighteousness,
Oh is there no protection?
My best services are rags, my best deeds are filthy.
Grant me hear thy shoring voice,
That in thy wounds is pardon
Grant me see thy willing choice
To make my hard heart softened
Keep the broken-hearted sure,
Clinging to thy cross, our cure.
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My God My Father Blissful Name
Anne Steele
My God, my Father, blissful Name!,
O may I call Thee mine?
May I, with sweet assurance, claim,
A portion so divine?
This only can my fears control,
And bid my sorrows fly:
What harm can ever reach my soul,
Beneath my Father’s eye?
Whate’er Thy providence denies,
I calmly would resign;
For Thou art just, and good, and wise,
O bend my will to Thine.
Whate’er Thy sacred will ordains,
O give me strength to bear;
And let me know my Father reigns,
And trust His tender care.
If pain and sickness rend this frame,
And life almost depart,
Is not Thy mercy still the same,
To cheer my drooping heart?
If cares and sorrows me surround,
Their power why should I fear?
My inward peace they cannot wound
If Thou, my God, art near.
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Grace Upon Grace
Sandra McCracken
In every station, new trials and new troubles
Call for more grace than I can afford
Where can I go but to my dear Savior
For mercy that pours from boundless stores.
Grace upon grace, every sin repaired
Every void restored, you will find Him there
In every turning He will prepare you
With grace upon grace.
He made a way for the fallen to rise
Perfect in glory and sacrifice
In sweet communion my need He supplies
He saves and keeps and guards my life
To Thee I run now with great expectation
To honor You with trust like a child
My hopes and desires seek a new destination
and all that You ask Your grace will provide.
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Come, Ye Sinners
Joseph Hart
Come, ye sinners, poor and
wretched,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus, ready, stands to save you,
Full of pity, joined with power.
He is able, He is able;
He is willing; doubt no more.
Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requires
Is to feel your need of Him.
This He gives you, this He gives
you,
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
Come ye needy, come, and
welcome,
God's free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh.
Without money, without money
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.
Lo! The Incarnate God, ascended;
Pleads the merit of His blood.
Venture on Him; venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude.
None but Jesus, none but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Bruised and broken by the fall;
If you tarry 'til you're better,
You will never come at all.
Not the righteous, not the
righteous;
Sinners Jesus came to call.
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Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul
Anne Steele
Dear refuge of my weary soul,
On Thee, when sorrows rise
On Thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies
To Thee I tell each rising grief,
For Thou alone canst heal
Thy Word can bring a sweet relief,
For every pain I feel
Thy mercy seat is open still,
Here let my soul retreat
With humble hope attend Thy will,
And wait beneath Thy feet,
Thy mercy seat is open still,
Here let my soul retreat
With humble hope attend Thy will,
And wait beneath Thy feet
But oh! When gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call Thee mine
The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline
Yet gracious God, where shall I flee?
Thou art my only trust
And still my soul would cleave to
Thee
Though prostrate in the dust
Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face,
And shall I seek in vain?
And can the ear of sovereign grace,
Be deaf when I complain?
No still the ear of sovereign grace,
Attends the mourner's prayer
Oh may I ever find access,
To breathe my sorrows there
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Lo The Storms Of Life Are Breaking
Henry Alford
Lo the storms of life are breaking,
Faithless fears our hearts are shaking
For our succor undertaking,
Lord and Savior, help us!
Lo! The world from Thee rebelling,
Round Thy Church in pride is swelling
With Thy word their madness quelling,
Lord and Savior, help us!
By Thy birth, Thy cross, and passion
By Thy tears of deep compassion
By Thy mighty intercession
Lord and Savior, help us!
On Thine own command relying,
We our onward task are plying
Unto Thee for safety sighing,
Lord and Savior, help us!
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Let Us Love and Sing and Wonder
John Newton, from 1 Cor. 6:11, 20; Rev. 1:5
Let us love and sing and wonder
Let us praise the Savior’s name
He has hushed the law’s loud
thunder
He has quenched Mount Sinai’s flame
He has washed us with His blood
He has brought us nigh to God
Let us praise and join the chorus
Of the saints enthroned on high
Here they trusted Him before us
Now their praises fill the sky
Thou hast washed us with Thy blood
Thou art worthy Lamb of God
Let us love the Lord Who bought us
Pitied us when enemies
Called us by His grace and taught us
Gave us ears and gave us eyes
He has washed us with His blood
He presents our souls to God
Let us sing though fierce temptation
Threatens hard to bear us down
For the Lord, our strong salvation,
Holds in view the conqu’ror’s crown
He, Who washed us with His blood,
Soon will bring us home to God
Let us wonder grace and justice
Join and point to mercy’s store
When through grace in Christ our
trust is
Justice smiles and asks no more
He Who washed us with His blood
Has secured our way to God
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Jesus, the Lord, My Savior
William Gadsby
Jesus, the Lord, my Savior is,
My Shepherd, and my God;
My light, my strength, my joy, my bliss;
And I His grace record.
Whate’er I need in Jesus dwells,
And there it dwells for me;
’Tis Christ my earthen vessel fills
With treasures rich and free.
Mercy and truth and righteousness,
And peace, most richly meet
In Jesus Christ, the King of grace,
In Whom I stand complete.
As through the wilderness I roam,
His mercies I’ll proclaim;
And when I safely reach my home,
I’ll still adore His name.
“Worthy the Lamb,” shall be my song,
“For He for me was slain;”
And me with all the heavenly throng
Shall join, and say, “Amen.”
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All Must Be Well
Mary Bowley-Peters
alt. by Matthew S. Smith
Through the love of God our Savior, All will be well
Free and changeless is His favor, All is well
Precious is the blood that healed us
Perfect is the grace that sealed us
Strong the hand stretched forth to shield us
All must be well
Though we pass through tribulation, All will be well
Ours is such a full salvation, All is well
Happy still in God confiding
Fruitful if in Christ abiding
Steadfast through the Spirit's guiding
All must be well
We expect a bright tomorrow; All will be well
Faith can sing through days of sorrow, All is well
On our Father's love relying
Jesus every need supplying
Yes in living or in dying
All must be well
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O Love That Will Not Let Me Go
George Matheson
O Love that will not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.
O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.
O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.
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History of “O Love That Will Not Let Me Go”
“O Love That Will Not Let Me Go” written on the evening of
Matheson’s sister’s marriage. His whole family had went to the
wedding and had left him alone. And he writes of something which
had happened to him that caused immense mental anguish. There is a
story of how years before, he had been engaged until his fiancé
learned that he was going blind, and there was nothing the doctors
could do, and she told him that she could not go through life with a
blind man.
He went blind while studying for the ministry, and his sister
had been the one who had taken care of him all these years, but now
she is gone. He had been a brilliant student, some say that if he hadn’t
went blind he could have been the leader of the church of Scotland in
his day. He had written a learned work on German theology and then
wrote “The Growth of The Spirit of Christianity.” Louis Benson says
this was a brilliant book but with some major mistakes in it. When
some critics pointed out the mistakes and charged him with being an
inaccurate student he was heartbroken. One of his friends wrote,
“When he saw that for the purposes of scholarship his blindness was a
fatal hindrance, he withdrew from the field – not without pangs, but
finally.” So he turned to the pastoral ministry, and the Lord has richly
blessed him, finally bringing him to a church where he regularly
preached to over 1500 people each week.
But he was only able to do this because of the care of his sister
and now she was married and gone. Who will care for him, a blind
man? Not only that, but his sister’s marriage brought fresh reminder
of his own heartbreak, over his fiancé’s refusal to “go through life
with a blind man.”
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A History of “O Love That Will Not Let Me Go”
Continued
It is the midst of this circumstance and intense sadness that the
Lord gives him this hymn – written he says in 5 minutes! Looking
back over his life, he once wrote that his was “an obstructed life, a
circumscribed life… but a life of quenchless hopefulness, a life which
has beaten persistently against the cage of circumstance, and which
even at the time of abandoned work has said not “Good night” but
“Good morning.” How could he maintain quenchless hopefulness in
the midst of such circumstances and trials? His hymn gives us a clue.
“I trace the rainbow in the rain, and feel the promise is not vain” The
rainbow image is not for him “If the Lord gives you lemons make
lemonade” but a picture of the Lord’s commitment! It is a picture of
the battle bow that appears when the skies are darkening and threaten
to open up and flood the world again in judgment. But then we see
that the battle bow is turned not towards us – but toward the Lord
Himself!
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Sweet Are the Seasons
Thomas Kelly/Matthew Smith
Sweet are the seasons when we wait
To hear what God our Lord will say
For they who watch at wisdom’s gate
Are never empty sent away
Behold us, Lord, a few of Thine who hither come to seek Thy face
In mercy on Thy people shine and let Thy presence fill the place
How sweet, how blessed is the thought
That Thou dost hear Thy people’s cries
And whether Thou dost give or not,
‘Tis love that grants and love denies
O teach us, Lord, to wait Thy will, to be content with all Thou dost
For us Thy grace sufficient still, with most supplied when needing
most
Till life shall end, thus let it be and O sustain us in that hour
That conflict past, we hope to see the Savior whom we here adore
We hope at length to take our part with yonder host,
Through trouble brought
We hope to see Thee as Thou art
And then to praise Thee as we ought
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O Heart Bereaved And Lonely
Fanny Crosby
O heart bereaved and lonely,
Whose brightest dreams have fled
Whose hopes like summer roses,
Are withered crushed and dead
Though link by link be broken,
And tears unseen may fall
Look up amid thy sorrow,
To Him who knows it all
O cling to thy Redeemer,
Thy Savior, Brother, Friend
Believe and trust His promise,
To keep you till the end
O watch and wait with patience,
And question all you will
His arms of love and mercy,
Are round about thee still
Look up, the clouds are breaking,
The storm will soon be o’er
And thou shall reach the haven,
Where sorrows are no more
Look up, be not discouraged;
Trust on, whate’er befall
Remember, O remember,
Thy Savior knows it all
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Beloved
Derek Webb
Beloved these are dangerous times
because you are weightless like a leaf from the vine
and the wind has blown you all over town
because there is nothing holding you to the ground
so now you would rather be
a slave again than free from the law
beloved listen to me
don’t believe all that you see
and don’t you ever let anyone tell you
that there’s anything that you need
but me
beloved these are perilous days
when your culture is so set in it’s ways
that you will listen to salesmen and thieves
preaching other than the truth you’ve received
because they are telling lies
for they cannot circumcise your hearts
beloved there is nothing more
no more blessings and no more rewards
than the treasure of my body and blood
given freely to all daughters and sons
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Whate’er My God Ordains Is Right
Samuel Rodigast
Whate’er my God ordains is right,
Holy His will abideth.
I will be still whate’er He does,
And follow where He guideth.
He is my God,
Though dark my road.
He holds me that I shall not fall
Wherefore to Him I leave it all
Here shall my stand be taken
Though sorrow, need, or death be
mine,
Yet I am not forsaken
My Father’s care
Is round me there
He holds me that I shall not fall
And so to Him I leave it all
Whate’er my God ordains is right,
He never will deceive me
He leads me by the proper path,
I know He will not leave me
I take, content,
What He hath sent
His hand can turn my griefs away
And patiently I wait His day
Whate’er my God ordains is right,
Though now this cup in drinking
May bitter seem to my faint heart,
I take it all unshrinking
My God is true,
Each morn anew
Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart
And pain and sorrow shall depart
Whate’er my God ordains is right,
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Thou Lovely Source of True Delight
Anne Steele
Thou lovely source of true delight
Whom I unseen adore
Unveil Thy beauties to my sight
That I might love Thee more,
Oh that I might love Thee more.
Thy glory o’er creation shines
But in Thy sacred Word
I read in fairer, brighter lines
My bleeding, dying Lord,
See my bleeding, dying Lord
’Tis here, whene’er my comforts
droop
And sin and sorrow rise
Thy love with cheering beams of
hope
My fainting heart supplies,
My fainting heart’s supplied
Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light
Oh come with blissful ray
Break radiant through the shades
of night
And chase my fears away,
Won’t You chase my fears away
Then shall my soul with rapture
trace
The wonders of Thy love
But the full glories of Thy face
Are only known above,
They are only known above
But ah! Too soon the pleasing
scene
Is clouded o’er with pain
My gloomy fears rise dark
between
And I again complain,
Oh and I again complain
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The Sands of Time Are Sinking
Anne Cousin (based on Samuel Rutherford’s letters)
The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of heaven breaks;
The summer morn I’ve sighed for
The fair, sweet morn awakes:
Dark, dark had been the midnight
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel’s land.
The king there in His beauty,
Without a veil is seen:
It were a well-spent journey,
Though seven deaths lay between:
The Lamb with His fair army,
Doth on Mount Zion stand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel’s land
But her dear Bridegroom’s face;
I will not gaze at glory
But on my King of grace.
Not at the crown He giveth
But on His pierced hand;
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Emmanuel’s land.
O I am my Beloved’s
And my Beloved is mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner
Into His house of wine
I stand upon His merit I know no other stand,
Not e’en where glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel’s land.
O Christ, He is the fountain,
The deep, sweet well of love!
The streams on earth I’ve tasted
More deep I’ll drink above:
There to an ocean fullness
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel’s land.
The bride eyes not her garment,
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Be Still My Soul
Words: Katharina A. von Schlegel
Translated: Jane Borthwick
Be still, my soul:
the Lord is on thy side.
Bear patiently
the cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God
to order and provide;
In every change,
He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul:
thy best, thy heavenly Friend
Through thorny ways
leads to a joyful end.
Be still, my soul:
thy God doth undertake
To guide the future,
as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence
let nothing shake;
All now mysterious
shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul:
the waves and winds
still know His voice
Who ruled them
while He dwelt below.
Be still, my soul:
when dearest friends depart,
And all is darkened
in the vale of tears,
Then shalt thou better know
His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe
thy sorrow and thy fears.
Be still, my soul:
thy Jesus can repay
From His own fullness
all He takes away.
Be still, my soul:
the hour is hastening on
When we shall be
forever with the Lord.
When disappointment,
grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot,
love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul:
when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed
we shall meet at last.
Be still, my soul:
begin the song of praise
On earth, believing,
to thy Lord on high;
Acknowledge Him
in all thy works and ways,
So shall He view
thee with a well-pleased eye.
Be still, my soul:
the Sun of life divine
Through passing clouds
shall but more brightly shine.
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Wedding Dress
Derek Webb
If you could love me as a wife
And for my wedding gift, your life
Should that be all I’d ever need?
Or is there more I’m looking for
And should I read between the lines
And look for blessings in disguise
To make me handsome, rich, and wise
Is that really what you want?
‘Cause I am a whore I do confess
But I put you on just like a wedding dress
And I run down the aisle, I run down the aisle
I’m a prodigal with no way home
But I put you on just like a ring of gold
And I run down the aisle
I run down the aisle to you
So could you love this bastard
child?
Though I don’t trust you to
provide
With one hand in a pot of gold
And with the other in your side
‘Cause I am so easily satisfied
By the call of lovers so less wild
That I would take a little cash
Over your very flesh and blood
Because money cannot buy
A husband’s jealous eye
When you have knowingly
deceived his wife
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