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sermonindex Jun 30, 2007

I might be young, but I have learned some hymns are powerful filled with truths and uplifting. Share your favorites here please...!

DEEPER, DEEPER

Deeper, deeper in the love of Jesus
Daily let me go;
Higher, higher in the school of wisdom,
More of grace to know.


O deeper yet, I pray,
And higher every day,
And wiser, blessèd Lord,
In Thy precious, holy Word.

Deeper, deeper, blessèd Holy Spirit,
Take me deeper still,
Till my life is wholly lost in Jesus,
And His perfect will.


Deeper, deeper! though it cost hard trials,
Deeper let me go!
Rooted in the holy love of Jesus,
Let me fruitful grow.


Deeper, higher, every day in Jesus,
Till all conflict past,
Finds me conqu’ror, and in His own image
Perfected at last.


Deeper, deeper in the faith of Jesus,
Holy faith and true;
In His pow’r and soul exulting wisdom
Let me peace pursue.

sermonindex Jun 30, 2007

Here is a favorite of mine that is quite similar to the one you shared:

Deeper and Deeper
Oswald J. Smith

Into the heart of Jesus
Deeper and deeper I go,
Seeking to know the reason
Why He should love me so,
Why He should stoop to lift me
Up from the miry clay,
Saving my soul, making me whole,
Though I had wandered away.

Into the will of Jesus,
Deeper and deeper I go,
Praying for grace to follow,
Seeking His way to know;
Bowing in full surrender
Low at His blessèd feet,
Bidding Him take, break me and make,
Till I am molded, complete.

Into the cross of Jesus
Deeper and deeper I go,
Following through the garden,
Facing the dreaded foe;
Drinking the cup of sorrow,
Sobbing with broken heart,
“O Savior, help! Dear Savior, help!
Grace for my weakness impart.”

Into the joy of Jesus
Deeper and deeper I go,
Rising, with soul enraptured,
Far from the world below.
Joy in the place of sorrow,
Peace in the midst of pain,
Jesus will give, Jesus will give;
He will uphold and sustain.

Into the love of Jesus
Deeper and deeper I go,
Praising the One Who brought me
Out of my sin and woe;
And through eternal ages
Gratefully I shall sing,
“O how He loved! O how He loved!
Jesus, my Lord and my King!”


http://cyberhymnal.org/htm/d/e/e/deeperad.htm

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InTheLight Jun 30, 2007

[b]In The Garden[/b]
Words & Music: C. Austin Miles


I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.

Refrain;
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.

Refrain

I’d stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.

Refrain

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PaulWest Jun 30, 2007

John Wesley sang this hymn on his deathbed, and I imagine with tears streaming down his face:

I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers;
My days of praise shall ne’er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

Why should I make a man my trust?
Princes must die and turn to dust;
Vain is the help of flesh and blood:
Their breath departs, their pomp, and power,
And thoughts, all vanish in an hour,
Nor can they make their promise good.

Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel’s God: He made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train:
His truth for ever stands secure;
He saves th’oppressed, He feeds the poor,
And none shall find His promise vain.

The Lord has eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He sends the labr’ing conscience peace;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow, and the fatherless,
And grants the pris’ner sweet release.

He loves His saints, He knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell;
Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns:
Let every tongue, let every age,
In this exalted work engage;
Praise Him in everlasting strains.

I’ll praise Him while He lends me breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers;
My days of praise shall ne’er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

- Isaac Watts

http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/i/l/illprais.htm

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HopePurifies Jun 30, 2007

You said favorites and hymns.
hehehehehe. I'm gonna be greedy and post two.

Arise, my soul, arise,
shake off your guilty fears;
The bleeding sacrifice,
in my behalf appears;
Before the throne my Surety stands,
Before the throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on His hands.

He ever lives above,
for me to intercede;
His all redeeming love,
His precious blood, to plead;
His blood atoned for every race,
His blood atoned for every race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

Five bleeding wounds He bears;
received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers;
they strongly plead for me:
"Forgive him, O forgive," they cry,
"Forgive him, O forgive," they cry,
"Nor let that ransomed sinner die!"

The Father hears Him pray,
His dear anointed One;
He cannot turn away
the presence of His Son;
The Spirit answers to the blood,
The Spirit answers to the blood
And tells me I am born of God.

My God is reconciled;
His pardoning voice I hear;
He owns me for His child;
I can no longer fear
With confidence I now draw nigh,
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And "Father, Abba, Father," cry.

And

Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise.

Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,
Nor wanting, nor wasting, Thou rulest in might;
Thy justice, like mountains, high soaring above
Thy clouds, which are fountains of goodness and love.

To all, life Thou givest, to both great and small;
In all life Thou livest, the true life of all;
We blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree,
And wither and perish - but naught changeth Thee.

Great Father of glory, pure Father of light,
Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight;
All praise we would render; O help us to see
’Tis only the splendor of light hideth Thee!

But ah, my list of favorite hymn's grows everyday... the evening light ones here on this site are spectacular.

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roaringlamb Jun 30, 2007

Words: Jo­si­ah Con­der, 1836.

Music: Whitfield, anon­y­mous

My Lord, I did not choose You,
For that could never be;
My heart would still refuse You,
Had You not chosen me.
You took the sin that stained me,
You cleansed me, made me new;
Of old You have ordained me,
That I should live in You.

Unless Your grace had called me
And taught my op’ning mind,
The world would have enthralled me,
To heav’nly glories blind.
My heart knows none above You;
For Your rich grace I thirst;
I know that if I love You,
You must have loved me first.

[url=http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/m/l/mlidncyo.htm]http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/m/l/mlidncyo.htm[/url]

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roaringlamb Jun 30, 2007

Probably one of my favourites...

Approach My Soul
Words: John New­ton, Ol­ney Hymns

Approach, my soul, the mercy seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before His feet,
For none can perish there.

Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burdened souls to Thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.

Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely pressed,
By war without and fears within,
I come to Thee for rest.

Be Thou my Shield and hiding Place,
That, sheltered by Thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him Thou hast died!

O wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead Thy gracious Name.

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roaringlamb Jun 30, 2007

You know in doing this, I find myself like a kid in a candy store!!!! So here is yet another.

Come Ye Sinners, Words: Jo­seph Hart

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and power.

Come, ye thirsty, come, and welcome,
God’s free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh.

Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all.

View Him prostrate in the garden;
On the ground your Maker lies.
On the bloody tree behold Him;
Sinner, will this not suffice?

Lo! th’incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merit of His blood:
Venture on Him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude.

Let not conscience make you linger,
Not of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel your need of Him.

[i]Refrain
I will arise and go to Jesus,
He will embrace me in His arms;
In the arms of my dear Savior,
O there are ten thousand charms.[/i]

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running2win Jun 30, 2007

As I've walked out my christian life I've been through some times where it seemed as if God had hidden Himself and during those times I learned to dearly love the hymn [i]I Would Love Thee[/i]

I'm not sure at the moment who wrote the song but I'll come back and edit this post with the author's name.

[i][b]I Would Love Thee[/b][/i]

I would love Thee
God and Father
My Redeemer and my King
I would love Thee
For without Thee
Life is but a bitter thing

I would love
Every blessing
Flows to me from out Thy throne
I would love Thee
He who loves Thee
Never feels himself alone

I would love Thee
Look upon me
Ever guide me with Thine eye
I would love Thee
If not nourished
By Thy love my soul would die

I would love Thee
I have vowed it
On Thy love my heart is set
While I love Thee
I will never
My Redeemer's love forget

I sang that song for years before I ever came to realize that life without God is a very bitter thing. Not because "Jesus is my pal" and He makes my life easy, but because He is my life and breath and sustainance. If I were not nourished by the love of my Creator my soul [b]would[/b] die! What a tragedy life is without God!

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HopePurifies Jun 30, 2007


roaringlamb wrote:
Probably one of my favourites...

Approach My Soul
Words: John New­ton, Ol­ney Hymns

Yay! That's my other favorite.

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BrokenOne Jun 30, 2007

Take My Life and Let It Be Consecrated
By: Frances Havergal

Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to thee.
Take my moments and my days;
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of thy love.
Take my feet, and let them be
Swift and beautiful for thee.

Take my voice, and let me sing
Always, only, for my King.
Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages from thee.
Take my silver and my gold;
Not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect, and use
Every power as thou shalt choose.

Take my will, and make it thine;
It shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart, it is thine own;
It shall be thy royal throne.
Take my love; my Lord, I pour
At thy feet its treasure store.
Take myself and I will be
Ever, only, all for thee.

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FreebyWord Jun 30, 2007

The secret's out. CE4 years ago I discovered that the old hymns are like letters from our Godly ancestors, preserved for us to strengthen us on our way.

I always am amazed that the hymns written even as far back as the 1600's carry the message that they struggled with the same sins as we and that we are saved from God's wrath only through Jesus.

As a child I often heard my Grandmother sing this quietly to herself:

[b]VICTORY IN JESUS[/b]
Bartlett 1800's

I heard an old, old story,
How a Savior came from glory,
How He gave His life on Calvary
To save a wretch like me;
I heard about His groaning,
Of His precious blood's atoning,
Then I repented of my sins
And won the victory.

I heard about His healing,
Of His cleansing pow'r revealing.
How He made the lame to walk again
And caused the blind to see;
And then I cried, "Dear Jesus,
Come and heal my broken spirit,"
And somehow Jesus came and bro't
To me the victory.

I heard about a mansion
He has built for me in glory.
And I heard about the streets of gold
Beyond the crystal sea;
About the angels singing,
And the old redemption story,
And some sweet day I'll sing up there
The song of victory.


Chorus
O victory in Jesus,
My Savior, forever.
He sought me and bought me
With His redeeming blood;
He loved me ere I knew Him
And all my love is due Him,
He plunged me to victory,
Beneath the cleansing flood.

IntheLight, my equally favorite is In the Garden

sermonindex Jun 30, 2007

All these hymns are soooooooooo good!!!!!!!

sermonindex Jul 1, 2007

Amen, they are so very good.

I think I'd have to say I have two favorites that come to mind right off - though I love most.

"It is well with my soul." and "Great is Thy Faithfulness."

Oh, and one more, "I need Thee" every hour - most precious Lord .....

'Thank you' for this thread.

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FreebyWord Jul 1, 2007

and I have to post my late Mother's favorites

[b]WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS[/b]
Scriven(lyrics) and Converse(music) 1800's

1.\tWhat a friend we have in Jesus,
\tall our sins and griefs to bear!
\tWhat a privilege to carry
\teverything to God in prayer!
\tO what peace we often forfeit,
\tO what needless pain we bear,
\tall because we do not carry
\teverything to God in prayer.

2.\tHave we trials and temptations?
\tIs there trouble anywhere?
\tWe should never be discouraged;
\ttake it to the Lord in prayer.
\tCan we find a friend so faithful
\twho will all our sorrows share?
\tJesus knows our every weakness;
\ttake it to the Lord in prayer.

3.\tAre we weak and heavy laden,
\tcumbered with a load of care?
\tPrecious Savior, still our refuge;
\ttake it to the Lord in prayer.
\tDo thy friends despise, forsake thee?
\tTake it to the Lord in prayer!
\tIn his arms he'll take and shield thee;
\tthou wilt find a solace there.

and her other favorite ONE DAY I'll try to find the words to and post:

sermonindex Jul 1, 2007


O Teach Me What It Meaneth
[i]Lucy A. Bennett, 1850-1927[/i]

O teach me what it meaneth, That cross uplifted high,
With One, the Man of Sorrows, Condemned to bleed and die!
O teach me what it cost Thee To make a sinner whole;
And teach me, Saviour, teach me The value of a soul!

O teach me what it meaneth, That sacred crimson tide,
The blood and water flowing From Thine own wounded side.
Teach me that if none other Had sinned, but I alone,
Yet still Thy blood, Lord Jesus, Thine only, must atone.

O teach me what it meaneth, Thy love beyond compare,
The love that reacheth deeper Than depths of self-despair!
Yes, teach me, till there gloweth In this poor heart of mine
Some feeble, pale reflection Of that pure love of Thine.

O teach me what it meaneth, For I am full of sin,
And grace alone can reach me, And love alone can win.
O teach me, for I need Thee, I have no help beside—
The chief of all the sinners For whom the Saviour died?

O Infinite Redeemer! I bring no other plea;
Because Thou dost invite me I cast myself on Thee.
Because Thou dost accept me I love and I adore;
Because Thy love constraineth, I'll praise Thee ever more!

sermonindex Jul 1, 2007

The Devil doesn't like it 'cause I went to my neighbor's,
There I planted precious seed.
He is all upset because I left his dominion,
And talked to someone else in need.

[i]Chorus...[/i]

[i]And that's all right,
Yes, my Lord, That's all right.
The Devil doesn't like it
And that's all right.[/i]

[i]repeat once[/i]

The Devil has been fighting me with ramp and with fury,
He doesn't want me to succeed.
He has come to stop my soul from getting to glory,
And helpin' some one else in need.

[i]Chorus[/i]

The Devil doesn't like it that Babel is burning,
It's burning up just like the chaff.
And he is so dicouraged 'cause the Saints are returning,
Back into their home, at last.

[i]Chorus[/i]

The Devil doesn't like it 'cause I'm dwellin' in Zion,
In the blessed Holy Land.
He can't stand to see the Lamb lay down with the Lion,
Together, for the Truth, they stand.

[i]Chorus[/i]

[url=https://www.sermonindex.net/modules/mydownloads/visit.php?lid=12425]"That's All Right" on SermonIndex[/url]

sermonindex Jul 1, 2007

Hearken to the blessed sound,
Babylon is falling down.
Be ye captives at the sound of Jesus' word.
Yes, to Sodom bid goodbye,
Flames are dropping from the sky,
Let the Holy Fire from Heaven fall on her.

[i]Chorus

Let the fire fall on her.
Oh, let the fire fall on her.
'Till nothing more be left,
Of every human sect.
Let the Holy Fire from Heaven fall on her.[/i]

Though she's dressed so very well,
Paints her face like Jezebel,
Though she's decked with many precious stones and pearls,
She's a dragon underneath,
Clothed in garments of a sheep,
Let the Holy Fire from Heaven fall on her.

[i]Chorus[/i]

Though she says there will appear,
A fictitious thousand years,
Her deceptions are exposed by Jesus Word.
Cast your "Rapture" books away,
And say goodbye to Tim LaHay,
Before the Holy Fire from Heaven falls on her.

[i]Chorus[/i]

Sister, do not be decieved,
Every human structure leave,
And all her 'rich and famous' prophets now desert.
Bid all 'teenage angst' "adieu",
Woman, thou wilst surely lose,
Since the Holy Fire from Heaven falls on her.

[i]Chorus[/i]

God of all-consuming Love,
Rend the Heavens high above,
Come reward her with the plagues that she deserves.
Shower fire, let her burn,
Over-, Over-, Overturn,
Let the Holy Fire from Heaven fall on her.

[i]Chorus[/i]

[url=https://www.sermonindex.net/modules/mydownloads/visit.php?lid=12418]Let the Fire Fall on Her - on SI[/url]

sermonindex Jul 1, 2007


[b]"Amazing Grace"[/b]

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That sav’d a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev’d;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believ’d!

Thro’ many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promis’d good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease;
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who call’d me here below,
Will be forever mine.

John New­ton, Ol­ney Hymns (Lon­don: W. Ol­i­ver, 1779)

Brother Julian

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Tears_of_joy Jul 1, 2007

[i]I NEED THEE, PRECIOUS JESUS[/i]

I need Thee, precious Jesus,
For I am full of sin;
My soul is dark and guilty,
My heart is dead within.
I need the cleansing fountain
Where I can always flee,
The blood of Christ most precious,
The sinner’s perfect plea.

I need Thee, precious Jesus,
For I am very poor;
A stranger and a pilgrim,
I have no earthly store.
I need the love of Jesus
To cheer me on my way,
To guide my doubting footsteps,
To be my strength and stay.

I need Thee, precious Jesus,
I need a friend like Thee,
A friend to soothe and pity,
A friend to care for me.
I need the heart of Jesus
To feel each anxious care,
To tell my every trouble,
And all my sorrows share.

I need Thee, precious Jesus,
I need Thee, day by day,
To fill me with Thy fullness,
To lead me on my way;
I need Thy Holy Spirit,
To teach me what I am,
To show me more of Jesus,
To point me to the Lamb.

I need Thee, precious Jesus,
And hope to see Thee soon,
Encircled with the rainbow
And seated on Thy throne.
There, with Thy blood bought children,
My joy shall ever be,
To sing Thy praises, Jesu,
To gaze, O Lord, on Thee.

http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/i/n/ineedtpj.htm

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