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1 At the name of Jesus every knee shall bow, Every tongue confess Him King of glory now; “Tis the Father’s pleasure we should call Him Lord, Who from the beginning was the mighty Word. 2 At His voice creation sprang at once …
1 Christ, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, triumph o’er the shades of night; Dayspring from on high, be near; Daystar, in my heart appear. 2 Dark and cheerless is the morn unaccompanied by …
1 Christ is the world’s light, Christ and none other; born in our darkness, He became our brother- if we have seen Him, we have seen the Father: Glory to God on high! 2 Christ is the world’s peace, Christ and none other; …
1 Christ is made the sure foundation, Christ the head and cornerstone, chosen of the Lord, and precious, binding all the Church in one; holy Zion’s help for ever, and her confidence alone. 2 All that dedicated city, dearly loved of God on …
1 I love Thee, I love Thee, I love Thee,my Lord; I love Thee, my Savior, I love Thee, my God. I love Thee, I love Thee, and that Thou dost know; But how much I love Thee my actions will show. 2 …
1 In the cross of Christ I glory, towering o’er the wrecks of time; all the light of sacred story gathers round its head sublime. 2 When the woes of life o’ertake me, hopes deceive, and fears annoy, never shall the cross forsake …
1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer’s ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; “Tis manna to the hungry soul, And …
1 Jesus, priceless Treasure, Source of purest pleasure, Truest Friend to me: Ah! how long I’ve panted, And my heart has fainted, thirsting, Lord, for Thee. Thine I am, O spotless Lamb, I will suffer naught to hide Thee, Nought I ask beside …
1 Fairest Lord Jesus, ruler of all nature, O thou of God and man the Son! Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor, thou, my soul’s glory, joy, and crown. 2 Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands, robed in the …
1 Jesus, the very thought of thee with sweetness fills the breast; but sweeter far thy face to see, and in thy presence rest. 2 No voice can sing, no heart can frame, Nor can the memory find A sweeter sound than Jesus’ …