At all times praise the Lord;
His promises are sure;
What if thou doubt? His steadfast Word
Unchanging shall endure.
Praise Him when skies are bright,
And gladness fills thy days;
Heav’n shames thee with its glorious light,
And calls thee to His praise.

Praise Him when clouds are dark;
True faith waits not to prove;
Tho’ hope no bright’ning gleam may mark,
His meaning still is love.
Praise Him when drear and lone
The shadows ’round thee fall,
No eye upon Thy sins but One—
Fear not, He pardons all.

Praise Him when home is sweet,
As tho’ we ne’er should part;
But pray—while kindred spirits meet—
Pray for a thoughtful heart.
Praise Him when far away
On mountain or on sea;
Each place is home to them who pray;
The Father guardeth thee.

Praise Him when joyful songs
The saints on earth unite,
In sacred chorus, with the throngs
Of angels in the height.
At all times praise the Lord;
His promises are sure;
Fear not, doubt not; His steadfast Word
Unchanging shall endure.

I’ll bless the Lord from day to day;
How good are all His ways!
Ye humble souls that use to pray,
Come, help my lips to praise.

Sing to the honor of His Name,
How a poor sufferer cried,
Nor was his hope exposed to shame,
Nor was his suit denied.

When threatening sorrows round me stood,
And endless fears arose,
Like the loud billows of a flood,
Redoubling all my woes;

I told the Lord my sore distress,
With heavy groans and tears;
He gave my sharpest torments ease,
And silenced all my fears.

O sinners, come and taste His love,
Come, learn His pleasant ways;
And let your own experience prove
The sweetness of His grace.

He bids His angels pitch their tents
Round where His children dwell;
What ills their heav’nly care prevents
No earthly tongue can tell.

O love the Lord, ye saints of His;
His eye regards the just:
How richly blessed their portion is
Who make the Lord their trust!

Young lions, pinched with hunger, roar
And famish in the wood;
But God supplies His holy poor
With every needful good.

The Lord I will at all times bless,
My mouth His praises shall express;
In Him shall all my boasting be,
While all the meek rejoice with me.

O magnify the Lord with me,
Let us to praise His Name agree;
I sought the Lord, He answered me,
And from my fears he set me free.

Who look to Him shall walk in light,
With joy their faces shall be bright;
Distressed, they cried; the Lord arose
And saved them out of all their woes.

Around His saints as watch and ward
Encamps the angel of the Lord;
That God is good, O taste and see,
Who trusts in Him shall blessèd be.

My song shall be of Jesus;
His mercy crowns my days,
He fills my cup with blessings,
And tunes my heart to praise;
My song shall be of Jesus,
The precious Lamb of God;
Who gave Himself my ransom,
And bought me with His blood.

My song shall be of Jesus;
When, sitting at His feet,
I call to mind His goodness,
In meditation sweet;
My song shall be of Jesus,
Whatever ill betide;
I’ll sing the grace that saves me,
And keeps me at His side.

My song shall be of Jesus,
While pressing on my way
To reach the blissful region
Of pure and perfect day.
And when my soul shall enter
The gate of Eden fair,
A song of praise to Jesus
I’ll sing forever there.

My song shall bless the Lord of all,
My praise shall climb to His abode;
Thee, Savior, by that name I call,
The great Supreme, the mighty God.

Without beginning, or decline,
Object of faith, and not of sense;
Eternal ages saw Him shine,
He shines eternal ages hence.

As much, when in the manger laid,
Almighty Ruler of the sky;
As when the six days’ works He made,
Filled all the morning-stars with joy.

Of all the crowns Jehovah bears,
Salvation is His dearest claim;
That gracious sound well-pleased He hears,
And owns Emmanuel for His name.

A cheerful confidence I feel,
My well-placed hopes with joy I see;
My bosom glows with heav’nly zeal
To worship Him Who died for me.

As man, He pities my complaint,
His pow’r and truth are all divine;
He will not fail, He cannot faint,
Salvation’s sure, and must be mine.

Wake the joyful, joyful lay,
Sing praise to Jesus;
With the merry birds today,
Sing praise to Jesus.
Gather now a grateful throng,
Let our school be full of song,
Heart and voice the strain prolong,
Sing praise to Jesus.

Teachers, help us, every one,
Sing praise to Jesus;
For the work that grace has done,
Sing praise to Jesus.
For His all protecting care,
For the comforts that we share,
For a world like ours so fair,
Sing praise to Jesus.

For the school we love so dear,
Sing praise to Jesus;
For the friends that meet us here,
Sing praise to Jesus;
For the blessings He bestows,
For His love that freely flows,
For this hour of calm repose,
Sing praise to Jesus.

We give immortal praise
To God the Father’s love,
For all our comforts here,
And better hopes above;
He sent His own eternal Son,
To die for sins that man had done.

To God the Son belongs
Immortal glory too,
Who bought us with His blood
From everlasting woe:
And now He lives, and now He reigns,
And sees the fruit of all His pains.

To God the Spirit’s Name
Immortal worship give,
Whose new-creating power
Makes the dead sinner live;
His work completes the great design,
And fills the soul with joy divine.

Almighty God, to Thee
Be endless honors done,
The undivided Three,
And the mysterious One:
Where reason fails, with all her powers,
There faith prevails, and love adores.

Bring many names, beautiful and good,
Celebrate, in parable and story,
Holiness in glory, living, loving God.
Hail and Hosanna! Bring many names!

Strong mother God, working night and day,
Planning all the wonders of creation,
Setting each equation, genius at play:
Hail and Hosanna, strong mother God!

Warm father God, hugging every child,
Feeling all the strains of human living,
Caring and forgiving, till we’re reconciled:
Hail and Hosanna, warm father God!

Old, aching God, grey with endless care,
Calmly piercing evil’s new disguises,
Glad of good surprises, wiser than despair:
Hail and Hosanna, old, aching God!

Young, growing God, eager, on the move,
Saying no to falsehood and unkindness,
Crying out for justice, giving all you have:
Hail and Hosanna, young, growing God!

Great, living God, never fully known,
Joyful darkness far beyond our seeing,
Closer yet than breathing, everlasting home:
Hail and Hosanna, great, living God!

O magnify the Lord with me,
All ye that bear His Name;
His faithfulness and sovereignty
Forever are the same.

He is the soul’s unfailing spring,
Its full orbed summer noon;
The autumn of its harvesting,
Its winter’s restful boon.

All times and seasons of the soul,
Revolve His will around;
The universe itself pays toll
To make its life abound.

So is its life secure and free
Because He leads the way;
At length it shares eternally
With God His perfect day.

O sing with me, both young and old,
Of His unchanging ways;
And let his goodness manifold
Forever be our praise.

Through all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.

Of His deliverance I will boast,
Till all that are distressed
From my example courage take
And soothe their griefs to rest.

O magnify the Lord with me,
With me exalt His Name;
When in distress to Him I called,
He to my rescue came.

Their drooping hearts were soon refreshed,
Who looked to Him for aid;
Desired success in every face,
A cheerful air displayed.

“Behold,” they say, “Behold the man
Whom providence relieved;
The man so dangerously beset,
So wondrously retrieved!”

The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance He affords to all
Who on His succor trust.

O make but trial of His love;
Experience will decide
How blest are they, and only they,
Who in His truth confide.

Fear Him, ye saints, and you will then
Have nothing else to fear;
Make you His service your delight;
Your wants shall be His care.

While hungry lions lack their prey,
The Lord will food provide
For such as put their trust in Him,
And see their needs supplied.

Give to the winds thy fears,
Hope and be undismayed.
God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears,
God shall lift up thy head.

Through waves and clouds and storms,
He gently clears thy way;
Wait thou His time; so shall this night
Soon end in joyous day.

Still heavy is thy heart?
Still sinks thy spirit down?
Cast off the world, let fear depart
Bid every care begone.

What though Thou rulest not;
Yet heaven, and earth, and hell
Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne,
And ruleth all things well.

And whatsoe’er Thou will’st,
Thou dost, O King of kings;
What Thine unerring wisdom chose,
Thy power to being brings.

Leave to His sovereign sway
To choose and to command;
So shalt thou, wondering, own that way,
How wise, how strong this hand.

Far, far above thy thought,
His counsel shall appear,
When fully He the work hath wrought,
That caused thy needless fear.

Thou seest our weakness, Lord;
Our hearts are known to Thee;
O lift Thou up the sinking hand,
Confirm the feeble knee!

Let us in life, in death,
Thy steadfast truth declare,
And publish with our latest breath
Thy love and guardian care.

Thy way and all thy sorrows,
Give thou into His hand,
His gracious care unfailing,
Who doth the heav’ns command.
Their course and path He giveth
To clouds and air and wind;
A way thy feet may follow,
He too for thee will find.

On Him be Thy reliance,
As thou wouldst prosper well;
To make thy work enduring
Thy mind on His must dwell.
God yieldeth naught to sorrow
And self tormenting care;
Naught, naught with him availeth;
No power save that of prayer.

Leave all to His direction;
In wisdom He doth reign;
Thy wonder far exceeding,
His will His course maintain;
So He as Him beseemeth,
With wonderworking skill,
Shall put away the sorrows
That now thy spirit fill.

Give, Lord, the consummation
To all our hearts’ distress;
Our hands, our feet, O strengthen;
In death our spirits bless.
Thy truth and Thy protection
For evermore we pray:
With these in heav’nly glory
Shall end our certain way.

Ye who wander, of sin grown weary,
Lonely and far from the safe home-fold,
Come and learn what the love of Christ is,
Love whose gladness can ne’er be told.

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O, how you’ll love Him when you know Him!
Know the Christ Who died to set you free;
On Calv’ry’s cross His heart was broken,
Broken there for you, for me!

Come, and coming, find peace and pardon
Waiting for you at the place of prayer;
Kneel and ask for a soul forgiven,
Christ is yearning to meet you there.

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You should know of this love so tender,
Love that is steadfast, and deep, and true;
Come and share in its sweetness with me,
Come, and find that my Christ loves you.

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Come, and find that you cannot fathom
Love like Christ’s till you taste and see;
Height and depths of the love of Jesus
No man knows till it sets Him free.

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Come, children, learn to fear the Lord
And that your days be long,
Let not a false or spiteful word
Be found upon your tongue.

Depart from mischief, practice love,
Pursue the works of peace;
So shall the Lord your ways approve,
And set your souls at ease.

His eyes awake to guard the just,
His ears attend their cry;
When broken spirits dwell in dust,
The God of grace is nigh.

What though the sorrows here they taste
Are sharp and tedious too,
The Lord, who saves them all at last,
Is their supporter now.

Evil shall smite the wicked dead;
But God secures His own,
Prevents the mischief when they slide,
Or heals the broken bone.

When desolation, like a flood,
O’er the proud sinner rolls,
Saints find a refuge in their God,
For He redeemed their souls.

We are a band of merry children,
Full of glee, full of glee,
Like the springtime in its beauty,
Glad are we, glad are we;
Bright is the busy world around us,
Bright with flowers, bright with flowers,
Smiles from the sunny vale above us,
Come with the hours, come with the hours.

Refrain

We are a band of merry, merry children,
While to the Sunday school we cling,
We are a band of merry, merry children,
Tried and true, tried and true.

Happy am I, the bird is singing,
Wild and free, wild and free,
While to the song with hearts we echo,
So are we, so are we;
O! there is joy in every blossom,
We may share, we may share,
While we adore the hand that made it,
Pure and fair, pure and fair.

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Happy am I, the wind is sighing,
Through the shade, through the shade;
Sweet is my home the daisy murmurs,
In the glade, in the glade;
Thus we can say in days of childhood,
Full of glee, full of glee,
Blending our hearts with nature’s voices,
Blest are we, blest are we.

Refrain

Ye children, come, give ear to me
And learn Jehovah’s fear,
He who would long and happy live,
Let him my counsel hear.

Restrain thy lips from speaking guile,
From wicked speech depart,
From evil turn and do the good,
Seek peace with all thy heart.

Jehovah’s eyes are on the just,
He hearkens to their cry;
Against the wicked sets His face;
Their very name shall die.

He hears the righteous when they cry,
From trouble sets them free;
He saves the broken hearted ones
And those who contrite be.

The Lord may suffer many griefs
Upon the just to fall,
But He will bring them safely through;
Delivering them from all.

By evil are the evil slain,
And they that hate the just;
But all His servants God redeems,
And safe in Him they trust.

Come near me, O my Savior;
Thy tenderness reveal;
O, let me know the sympathy
Which Thou for me dost feel;
I need Thee every moment;
Thine absence brings dismay;
But when the tempter hurls his darts,
’Twere death with Thee away.

Come near me, my Redeemer,
And never leave my side;
My bark, when tossed on trouble’s sea,
The storm cannot outride
Unless the word of power
Arrest the surging wave;
No voice but Thine its rage can quell,
No arm but Thine can save.

Come near me, blessèd Jesus,
I need Thee in my joy;
No less than when the direst ills
My happiness destroy;
For when the sun shines o’er me
And flowers strew the way,
Without Thy wise and guiding hand
More easily I stray.

Be near me, mighty Savior,
When comes the latest strife;
For Thou hast thro’ death’s shadows passed,
And oped the gates of life;
And when among the ransomed
I stand with crown and palm,
To Thee, divine, unfailing Friend,
I’ll raise eternal psalm.

Lord, when we bend before Thy throne,
And our confessions pour,
Teach us to feel the sins we own,
And hate what we deplore.

Our broken spirits, pitying see;
True penitence impart;
And let a kindling glance from Thee
Beam hope upon the heart.

Let faith each weak petition fill
And waft it to the skies,
And teach our hearts ’tis goodness still
That grants it, or denies.

When our responsive tongues essay
Their grateful hymns to raise,
Grant that our souls may join the lay
And mount to Thee in praise.

Then on Thy glories, while we dwell,
Thy mercies we’ll renew,
Till love divine transported tell
Our God’s our Father, too.

With broken heart and contrite sigh,
A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry;
Thy pard’ning grace is rich and free:
O God, be merciful to me.

I smite upon my troubled breast,
With deep and conscious guilt oppressed,
Christ and His cross my only plea:
O God, be merciful to me.

Far off I stand with tearful eyes,
Nor dare uplift them to the skies;
But Thou dost all my anguish see:
O God, be merciful to me.

Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done,
Can for a single sin atone;
To Calvary alone I flee:
O God, be merciful to me.

And when, redeemed from sin and hell,
With all the ransomed throng I dwell,
My raptured song shall ever be,
God has been merciful to me.

I asked the Lord that I might grow
In faith, and love, and every grace;
Might more of His salvation know,
And seek, more earnestly, His face.

’Twas He who taught me thus to pray,
And He, I trust, has answered prayer!
But it has been in such a way,
As almost drove me to despair.

I hoped that in some favored hour,
At once He’d answer my request;
And by His love’s constraining pow’r,
Subdue my sins, and give me rest.

Instead of this, He made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart;
And let the angry pow’rs of hell
Assault my soul in every part.

Yea more, with His own hand He seemed
Intent to aggravate my woe;
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Blasted my gourds, and laid me low.

Lord, why is this, I trembling cried,
Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death?
“’Tis in this way, the Lord replied,
I answer prayer for grace and faith.

These inward trials I employ,
From self, and pride, to set thee free;
And break thy schemes of earthly joy,
That thou may’st find thy all in Me.”

What is the thing of greatest price,
The whole creation round?
That which was lost in Paradise,
That which in Christ is found:

The soul of man, Jehovah’s breath,
That keeps two worlds at strife:
Hell moves beneath to work its death,
Heav’n stoops to give it life.

God, to reclaim it, did not spare
His well-belovèd Son;
Jesus, to save it, deigned to bear
The sins of all in one.

The Holy Spirit sealed the plan,
And pledged the blood divine,
To ransom every soul of man;
That price was paid for mine.

And is this treasure borne below,
In earthen vessels frail?
Can none its utmost value know,
Till flesh and spirit fail?

Then let us gather round the cross,
That knowledge to obtain;
Not by the soul’s eternal loss;
But everlasting gain.