Here are some hymns that Watchman Nee wrote. They are taken from this website: http://www.witness-lee-hymns.org/hymns/list.html (special note: There are hymns by Witness Lee also on this page, he is considered very questionable and possibly cultish).SUBJECT: FULNESS OF THE SPIRIT-BY THE CROSS METER: 8.7.8.7.D. with chorus. AUTHOR: Watchman Nee COMPOSER: Margaret M. Simpson 1 First the blood, and then the ointment, Cleansing, then anointing comes; If we pass not thru Golgotha, Ne’er to Pentecost we’ll come. If the blood has never cleansed us, Ne’er the Spirit’s pow’r we’ll know, If for Christ we’d truly witness, Self-life to the Cross must go. Chorus Through the Cross, O Lord, I pray, Put my soul-life all away; Make me any price to pay, Full anointing to receive. 2 Christ, the Rock, must first be smitten, That the living water flow; Without death the Spirit’s fulness Ne’er could dwell in man below. If with Christ we die completely, Willing thus our all to lose, He will clothe us with His power And to win the world will use. 3 First the altar, then the fire, If no loss, there’ll be no gain; If our all has not been offered, To the throne we’ll ne’er attain. If to sacrifice we’re willing, All forsaking, God t’obey, He to us will be committed And thru us His pow’r display. 4 First we must prepare the vessels That the Oil they may contain; Dig the valley full of ditches That they may be filled with Rain. First we must go thru the Jordan Ere anointed from above; First in death we must be baptized, Then experience the Dove. 5 When we see the ripened harvest Of the golden countryside, We may know that many seeds have Fallen to the earth and died. Ere the fruit of life may blossom, We must surely suffer death; If with Christ we’ve not been buried, We’ll not feel the Spirit’s breath. 6 Since it must be thus, I pray, Lord, Help me go the narrow way; Deal with pride and make me willing Thus to suffer, Thee t’obey. I for greater power pray not, Deeper death is what I need; All the meaning of the Cross, Lord, Work in me-for this I plead. SUBJECT: EXPERIENCE OF CHRIST-TRUSTING HIM METER: 8.8.8.8. AUTHOR: Watchman Nee COMPOSER: (1) H. Percy Smith (2) R. H. Earnshaw 1 My will is weak, my strength is frail, And all my hope is nearly gone; I can but trust Thy working true To gently hold and lead me on. 2 I’ve tried my best, but still have failed, E’en as before I’ve failed and erred; Thy patience is my only trust To hold and keep me to Thy word. 3 Whene’er my heart is lifted up, How very near I am to fall; I dare not do, I dare not think, I need Thyself in great or small. 4 Thou art my Savior, strength and stay, O Lord, I come to seek Thy face; Though I’m the weakest of the weak, My strength is nothing but Thy grace. SUBJECT: THE WAY OF THE CROSS-GAIN BY LOSS METER: 8.5.8.7.D. with chorus. AUTHOR: Watchman Nee COMPOSER: Stephen C. Foster 1 Olives that have known no pressure No oil can bestow; If the grapes escape the winepress, Cheering wine can never flow; Spikenard only through the crushing, Fragrance can diffuse. Shall I then, Lord, shrink from suff’ring Which Thy love for me would choose? Chorus Each blow I suffer Is true gain to me. In the place of what Thou takest Thou dost give Thyself to me. 2 Do my heart-strings need Thy stretching, Songs divine to prove? Do I need for sweetest music Cruel treatment of Thy love? Lord, I fear no deprivation If it draws to Thee; I would yield in full surrender All Thy heart of love to see. 3 I’m ashamed, my Lord, for seeking Self to guard alway; Though Thy love has done its stripping, Yet I’ve been compelled this way. Lord, according to Thy pleasure Fully work on me; Heeding not my human feelings, Only do what pleases Thee. 4 If Thy mind and mine should differ, Still pursue Thy way; If Thy pleasure means my sorrow, Still my heart shall answer, “Yea!” ’Tis my deep desire to please Thee, Though I suffer loss; E’en though Thy delight and glory Mean that I endure the cross. 5 Oh, I’ll praise Thee, e’en if weeping Mingle with my song. Thine increasing sweetness calls forth Grateful praises all day long. Thou hast made Thyself more precious Than all else to me: Thou increase and I decrease, Lord- This is now my only plea.
