Come, Thou long-expected Jesus, Born to set Thy people free; From our fears and sins release us; Let us find our rest in Thee. CHORUS: Sweet chiming bells, oh, how they ring To welcome Christ, the newborn King! Sweet chiming bells, oh, how they ring To welcome Christ, the King! All Thy people’s consolation, Hope of all
Lo! He comes with clouds descending, Once for favoured sinners slain; Thousand thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of His train; Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! God appears on earth to reign. Every eye shall now behold Him Robed in dreadful majesty; Those who set at naught and sold Him, Pierced and nailed Him to the tree,
Forth in Thy name, O Lord, I go My daily labour to pursue, Thee, only Thee, resolved to know In all I think, or speak, or do. Thee may I set at my right hand, Whose eyes my inmost purpose see, And labour on at Thy command, And offer all my works to Thee. Give
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child; Pity my simplicity; Suffer me to come to Thee. Fain I would to Thee be brought – Gracious Lord, forbid it not; In the Kingdom of Thy grace Give a little child a place. Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb, In Thy gracious hands I am; Make
I want the gift of power within: Of love and of a healthful mind, Of power to conquer inbred sin, Of love to Thee and all mankind, Of health that pain and death defies, Most vigorous when the body dies. When shall I hear the inward voice Which only faithful souls can hear? Pardon and
And can it be that I should gain An interest in the Saviour’s blood? Died He for me who caused His pain, For me who Him to death pursued? Amazing love! How can it be That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me? He left His Father’s throne above, So free, so infinite His grace,
Now it is Easter week, when we truly contemplate all that the cross of Christ can mean. When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast Save in the death
Hark! The herald angels sing: Glory to the newborn King! Peace on Earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled. Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies; With the angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem. Hark! The herald angels sing: Glory to the newborn King! Christ, by highest Heaven
Love Divine, All Loves Excelling Love divine, all loves excelling, Joy of Heav’n, to Earth come down. Fix in us Thy humble dwelling; All Thy faithful mercies crown. Jesus, Thou art all compassion; Pure, unbounded love Thou art. Visit us with Thy salvation; Enter every longing heart. It’s estimated that Charles Wesley wrote somewhere between
Follow On 1) Down in the valley with my Saviour I would go, Where the flow’rs are blooming and the sweet waters flow; Everywhere He leads me I would follow, follow on, Walking in His footsteps till the crown be won. 3) Down in the valley or upon the mountain steep, Close beside my Saviour
