O soul, are you weary and troubled? No light in the darkness you see? There’s light for a look at the Saviour, And life more abundant and free! Turn your eyes upon Jesus, Look full in His wonderful face, And the things of earth will grow strangely dim In the light of His glory and
My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus’ name. On Christ, the solid rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand. When darkness seems to veil His face I rest on His unchanging grace; In every high and
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
I was sinking deep in sin, far from the peaceful shore, Very deeply stained within, sinking to rise no more; But the Master of the sea heard my despairing cry, From the waters lifted me; now safe am I. Love lifted me, love lifted me; When no one but Christ could help, Love lifted me!
Do you ever have doubts and questions about your Christian faith? Be encouraged as you read Daniel Whittle’s story, and his simple testimony in song. I know not why God’s wondrous grace to me He hath made known, Nor why, unworthy of such grace, He claimed me for His own. But I know Whom I
You may be inclined not to read about this commonly-used hymn and its well-known author, but may be surprised to learn of the song’s early years of disuse. Read on! To God be the glory, great things He hath done; So loved He the world that He gave us His Son, Who yielded His life
I bring my heart to Jesus, with its fears, With its hopes and feelings, and its tears; Him it seeks, and finding, it is blest; Him it loves, and loving, is at rest. Walking with my Saviour, heart in heart, None can part. I bring my life to Jesus, with its care, And before His
In heavenly love abiding, No change my heart shall fear; And safe is such confiding, For nothing changes here. The storm may roar without me; My heart may low be laid; But God is round about me, And can I be dismayed? Wherever He may guide me, No want shall turn me back; My Shepherd
The Saviour of men came to seek and to save the souls who were lost to the good; His Spirit was moved for the world which He loved with the boundless compassion of God. And still there are fields where the labourers are few, and still there are souls without bread, And still eyes that
