In humble faith at Jesus’ feet

October 31

In humble faith at Jesus’ feet,
O may I learn a lesson sweet,
That whether sun or rain I see,
God’s way is always best for me.

His way may lead thro’ sunny vales,
O’er rocky steeps, ‘mid stormy gales;
The truest course His eye can see;
God’s way is always best for me.

He never bids me go alone;
His loving arms around me thrown,
My Guide, my Keeper, He will be;
God’s way is always best for me.

So, step by step, in faith and love,
I’ll walk the path that leads above,
Till day shall break, and shadows flee;
God’s way is always best for me.

Chorus
God’s way is best for you, for me;
O, may we all more trustful be,
Until, beyond the parting sea, I’ll sing,
God’s way was best for me.
     E. E. Hewitt

Does the world no rest afford

October 30

Does the world no rest afford?
Would you have your strength restored?
Cast your burden on the Lord,
Jesus will sustain you.

Are you tempted by the foe?
Has your burden laid you low?
To the one true Helper go,
Jesus will sustain you.

Are you weary of the fray?
Have you fallen by the way?
Make the Savior yours today,
Jesus will sustain you.

Dark with sin your past may be,
Jesus waits to hear your plea,
Gladly He will set you free;
Jesus will sustain you.

Chorus
Jesus will sustain you,
Jesus will sustain you;
When you need a Friend to help you,
Jesus will sustain you.
     James Rowe

How sweet to be allowed to pray

October 29

How sweet to be allowed to pray
To God, the Holy One,
With filial love and trust to say,
O God, Thy will be done!

We in these sacred words can find
A cure for every ill;
They calm and soothe the troubled mind,
And bid all care be still.

O could my heart thus ever pray,
Thus imitate Thy Son!
Teach me, O God, with truth to say,
Thy will, not mine, be done.
     Mary Orange Edwards

When some great sorrow, like a mighty river

October 28

When some great sorrow, like a mighty river,
Flows thro’ your life with peace destroying power,
And dearest things are swept from sight forever,
Say to your aching heart each trying hour:
This, too, this, too, will pass away.

When ceaseless toil has hushed your song of gladness,
And you have grown almost too tired to pray,
Let this truth banish from your heart its sadness,
And ease the burdens of each trying day:
This, too, this, too, will pass away.

When fortune smiles, and full of mirth and pleasure,
The days are flitting by without a care,
Lest you should rest with only earthly treasure,
Let these few words their fullest import bear:
This, too, this, too, will pass away.

When earnest labor brings you fame and glory,
And all earth’s noblest ones upon you smile,
Remember that life’s longest, grandest story
Fills but a moment in earth’s little while:
This, too, this, too, will pass away.

Chorus
Thank God that earthly things are not forever,
Thank God, eternal life is free from care;
That joy and peace, and gladness reigning ever,
And bliss supreme
Shall never, never pass away.
     Lanta Wilson Smith

Like a star of the morning in its beauty

October 27

Like a star of the morning in its beauty,
Like a sun is the Bible to my soul;
Shining clear on the way of love and duty,
As I hasten on my journey to the goal.

‘Tis a light in the wilderness of sorrow,
And a lamp on the weary pilgrim way,
And it guides to the bright, eternal morrow,
Shining more and more unto the perfect day.

‘Tis the voice of a Friend forever near me,
In the toil and the battle here below;
In the gloom of the valley it will cheer me,
Till the glory of His kingdom I shall know.

It shall stand in its beauty and its glory,
When the earth and the heavens pass away;
Ever telling the blessed, wondrous story,
Of the loving Lamb, the only living way.
     H. B. Hartzler

No book is like the Bible

October 26

No book is like the Bible,
For childhood, youth and age;
Our duty, plain and simple,
We find on every page.
It came by inspiration,
A light to guide our way,
A voice from Him who gave it,
Reproving when we stray.

It tells of man’s creation,
His sad, primeval fall;
It tells of man’s redemption,
Through Christ, who died for all.
In sacred words of wisdom,
It bids us watch and pray,
And early come to Jesus,
The Life, the Truth, the Way.

Oh, let us love the Bible,
And praise it more and more;
Our life is like a shadow,
Our days will soon be o’er.
But if we closely follow
The counsel God has given,
We then may hope with angels
To sing His praise in Heav’n.

Refrain
No book is like the Bible,
The blessed book we love;
The pilgrim’s chart of glory,
It leads, it leads,
It leads to God above.
     Fanny Crosby

Night, with ebon pinion

October 25

Night, with ebon pinion,
Brooded o’er the vale;
All around was silent,
Save the night wind’s wail,
When Christ, the Man of Sorrows,
In tears, and sweat, and blood,
Prostrate in the garden,
Raised His voice to God.

Smitten for offenses
Which were not His own,
He, for our transgressions,
Had to weep alone;
No friend with words to comfort,
Nor hand to help was there,
When the Meek and Lowly
Humbly bowed in prayer.

Abba, Father, Father,
If indeed it may,
Let this cup of anguish
Pass from Me, I pray.
Yet if it must be suffered
By Me, Thine only Son,
Abba, Father, Father,
Let Thy will be done.
     L. H. Jameson

How condescending and how kind

October 24

How condescending and how kind
Was God’s eternal Son!
Our misery reached His heavenly mind,
And pity brought Him down.

When justice by our sins provoked,
Drew forth its dreadful sword,
He gave His soul up to the stroke,
Without a murmuring word.

He sank beneath our heavy woes,
To raise us to His throne:
There’s ne’er a gift His hand bestows
But cost His heart a groan.

This was compassion like a God,
That though the Savior knew
The price of pardon was His blood,
His pity ne’er withdrew.

Now, though He reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great:
Well He remembers Calvary,
Nor let His saints forget.

Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we His death record,
And, with our joy for pardoned guilt,
Mourn that we pierced the Lord.
     Isaac Watts

Amazing grace! how sweet the sound

October 23

Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
That saved 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 relieved:
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed!

Through 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 promised good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

And 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 called me here below,
Will be for ever mine.
     John Newton

Though troubles assail and dangers affright

October 22

Though troubles assail and dangers affright,
Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite;
Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide,
The Scripture assures us-the Lord will provide.

The birds, without barn or storehouse, are fed:
From them let us learn to trust for our bread;
His saints what is fitting shall ne’er be denied,
So long as ‘tis written, the Lord will provide.

We may, like the ships, by tempests be tossed
On perilous deeps, but can not be lost;
Though Satan enrages the wind and the tide,
The promise engages, the Lord will provide.

His call we obey, like Abram of old,
Not knowing our way, but faith makes us bold;
For though we are strangers, we have a good Guide,
And trust, in all dangers, the Lord will provide.
     John Newton

I know that my Redeemer lives

October 21

I know that my Redeemer lives;
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, He lives, who once was dead,
He lives my ever living head.

He lives triumphant from the grave,
He lives eternally to save;
He lives all glorious in the sky,
He lives exalted there on high.

He lives to bless me with His love,
He lives to plead for me above;
He lives my hungry soul to feed,
He lives to help in time of need.

He lives to grant me fresh supply,
He lives to guide me with His eye;
He lives to comfort me when faint,
He lives to hear my soul’s complaint.

He lives to silence all my fears,
He lives to stop and wipe away my tears;
He lives to calm my troubled heart,
He lives all blessings to impart.

He lives my kind, wise, heavenly Friend,
He lives and loves me to the end;
He lives, and, while He lives, I’ll sing,
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.

He lives and grants me daily breath,
He lives, and I shall conquer death;
He lives my mansion to prepare,
He lives to bring me safely there.

He lives, all glory to His name!
He lives, my Jesus, still the same;
O! the sweet joy this sentence gives,
I know that my Redeemer lives.
     Samuel Medley

Hark, the lilies whisper

October 20

Hark, the lilies whisper
Tenderly and low,
“In our grace and beauty
See how fair we grow;”
Thus our heavenly Father
Cares for all below.
The lilies of the field,
The beautiful lilies of the field,
Your Father cares for them,
And shall He not care for you?

Hark, the roses speaking,
Telling all abroad
Their sweet, wondrous story
Of the love of God,
In the Rose of Sharon,
Jesus Christ, the Lord.
The roses, how they bloom!
The beautiful roses, how they bloom!
Your Father cares for them,
And shall He not care for you?

Let us, then, be trustful,
Doubting not, although
Much of toil and trouble
Be our lot below.
Think upon the lilies,
See how fair they grow;
The lilies of the field,
The beautiful lilies of the field;
Your Father cares for them,
And shall He not care for you?
     J. A. Collier

I am clinging to the Rock

October 19

I am clinging to the Rock,
Though the waves are wild and dark,
Though the angry billows o’er me roll;
For I can not be afraid,
And my heart is undismayed,
While the Savior is the anchor of my soul.

I am clinging to the Rock,
Though the way be lone and dark,
Though the dreary shadows round me lie;
There are gleaming stars that shine
O’er this weary path of mine;
They will light me on to joys that never die.

I am clinging to the Rock,
And I fear no tempest shock,
Though the fiery darts of Satan fly;
For my feet are standing sure
On the Rock that shall endure,
When the earth, and seas, and skies are passed away.

Chorus
Yes, clinging, still clinging,
I am clinging to the Rock evermore;
Yes, clinging, still clinging,
I am clinging to the Rock evermore! evermore!
     W. O. Cushing

Waiting is the golden harvest

October 18

Waiting is the golden harvest,
Waiting is the golden grain,
While the Master calls for reapers
From the hillside and the plain!

Truly is the harvest plenteous,
But the laborers are few;
Pray ye that the Lord of harvest
Send forth workmen tried and true.

Will the Master hold us guiltless,
If the work be left undone?
If for lack of labor perish,
Precious souls we might have won?

Haste, oh, hasten, willing workers,
Swiftly speed the hours away;
Hearken to the Master’s warning,
“Work ye while ‘tis called today!”

Refrain
Who is willing? who is ready?
Who will go and work today?
See the golden harvest waiting;
Who will bear the sheaves away?
     Annie Cummings

There’s a battle now begun

October 17

There’s a battle now begun,
There’s a vict’ry to be won;
Face to face the legions stand,
Each a bold, determined band;
Ev’ry human soul enlisted,
Sworn a leader to obey;
On which side, which side are you enrolled today?

You are either on the side
Of the blessed Crucified,
Or you swell the mighty throng
Of the hosts of sin and wrong;
Show your color and be loyal
To your comrades in the fray;
On which side, which side are you enrolled today?

O how sad will be defeat,
And the victory, how sweet!
Then desert the ranks of sin,
And the fight of faith begin;
For the truth shall stand forever,
Tho’ the world shall pass away;
On which side, which side are you enrolled today?

Chorus
On which side is your name enrolled?
On which side your allegiance hold?
On which side?  On which side?
Who shall triumph in the judgment day?
On which side is your name enrolled?
On which side your allegiance hold?
On which side?  On which side?
On which side is your name enrolled today?
     Charlotte G. Homer

My faith looks up to Thee

October 16

My faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Savior divine!
Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away,
O let me from this day
Be wholly Thine.

May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire;
As Thou hast died for me,
O may my love to Thee
Pure, warm, and changeless be,-
A living fire.

While life’s dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be Thou my Guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow’s tears away,
Nor let me ever stray
From Thee aside.

When ends life’s transient dream,
When death’s cold sullen stream
Shall o’er me roll,
Blest Savior, then, in love,
Fear and distrust remove;
O bear me safe above,
A ransomed soul.
     Ray Palmer

Who is on the Lord’s side? Who will serve the King

October 15

Who is on the Lord’s side? Who will serve the King?
Who will be His helpers, other lives to bring?
Who will leave the world’s side? Who will face the foe?
Who is on the Lord’s side? Who for Him will go?
By Thy call of mercy, by Thy grace divine,
We are on the Lord’s side—Savior, we are Thine!

Not for weight of glory, not for crown and palm,
Enter we the army, raise the warrior psalm;
But for love that claimeth lives for whom He died:
He whom Jesus nameth must be on His side.
By Thy love constraining, by Thy grace divine,
We are on the Lord’s side—Savior, we are Thine!

Jesus, Thou hast bought us, not with gold or gem,
But with Thine own lifeblood, for Thy diadem:
With Thy blessing filling each who comes to Thee,
Thou hast made us willing, Thou hast made us free.
By Thy grand redemption, by Thy grace divine,
We are on the Lord’s side—Savior, we are Thine!

Fierce may be the conflict, strong may be the foe,
But the King’s own army none can overthrow:
Round His standard ranging, vict’ry is secure,
For His truth unchanging makes the triumph sure.
Joyfully enlisting, by Thy grace divine,
We are on the Lord’s side—Savior, we are Thine!
     Frances R. Havergal

O glorious hope of perfect love

October 14

O glorious hope of perfect love!
It lifts me up to things above;
It bears on eagles’ wings;
It gives my ravished soul a taste,
And makes me for some moments feast
With Jesus’ priests and kings,
With Jesus’ priests and kings.

Rejoicing now in earnest hope,
I stand, and from the mountaintop
See all the land below;
Rivers of milk and honey rise,
And all the fruits of paradise
In endless plenty grow,
In endless plenty grow.

A land of corn and wine and oil,
Favored with God’s peculiar smile,
With ev’ry blessing blest;
There dwells the Lord our Righteousness,
And keeps His own in perfect peace
And everlasting rest,
And everlasting rest.

O that I might at once go up;
No more on this side Jordan stop,
But now the land possess;
This moment end my legal years,
Sorrows and sins, and doubts and fears,
A howling wilderness,
A howling wilderness!
     Charles Wesley

Jesus has loved me-wonderful Savior

October 13

Jesus has loved me-wonderful Savior!
Jesus has loved me, I cannot tell why;
He came to rescue sinners unworthy;
My heart He conquered, for Him I would die.

Jesus has loved me-wonderful Savior!
Jesus has saved me, I cannot tell how;
But this I do know, He came, my ransom,
Dying on Calv’ry with thorns on His brow.

Jesus will lead me-wonderful Savior!
Jesus will lead me, I cannot tell where;
So I will follow thro’ joy or sorrow,
Sunshine or tempest, since He leads me there.

Jesus will crown me-wonderful Savior!
Jesus will crown me, I cannot tell when;
White throne of splendor hail I with gladness,
Crowned in the presence of angels and men.
     J. Wakefield MacGill

There’s a land that is fairer than day

October 12

There’s a land that is fairer than day,
And by faith we can see it afar;
For the Father waits over the way
To prepare us a dwelling place there.

We shall sing on that beautiful shore
The melodious songs of the blest;
And our spirits shall sorrow no more,
Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.

To our bountiful Father above,
We will offer our tribute of praise,
For the glorious gift of His love,
And the blessings that hallow our days.

Refrain
In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore,
In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore.
     S. F. Bennett

So tender, so precious

October 11

So tender, so precious,
My Savior to me;
So true and so gracious
I’ve found Him to be.

So patient, so kindly
Tow’rd all of my ways;
I blunder so blindly-
He love still repays.

Of all friends the fairest
And truest is He;
His love is the rarest
That ever can be.

His beauty, tho’ bleeding
And circled with thorns,
Is then most exceeding,
For grief Him adorns.

Refrain
How can I but love Him?
But love Him, but love Him?
There’s no friend above Him,
Poor sinner, for thee.
     Jeremiah E. Rankin

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing

October 10

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above:
Praise the mount; I’m fixed upon it;
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Here I’ll raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help I’m come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it;
Seal it for Thy courts above.
     Robert Robinson

God, my King, Thy might confessing

October 9

God, my King, Thy might confessing,
Ever will I bless Thy Name;
Day by day, Thy throne addressing,
Still will I Thy praise proclaim.

Honor great our God befitteth;
Who His majesty can reach?
Age to age His works transmitteth,
Age to age His pow’r shall teach.

Nor shall fail from memory’s treasure
Works by love and mercy wrought;
Works by love surpassing measure,
Works of mercy passing thought.

Full of kindness and compassion,
Slow to anger, vast in love,
God is good to all creation;
All His works His goodness prove.
     Richard Mant.

There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel’s veins

October 8

There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel’s veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, lose all their guilty stains.
Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day;
And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.
Washed all my sins away, washed all my sins away;
And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.

Thou dying Lamb! Thy precious blood shall never lose its pow’r,
Till all the ransomed church of God are saved to sin no more.
Are saved to sin no more, are saved to sin no more,
Till all the ransomed church of God are saved to sin no more.

E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.
And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.

Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy power to save,
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.
Lies silent in the grave, lies silent in the grave;
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.
     William Cowper

Come, Thou almighty King

October 7

Come, Thou almighty King,
Help us Thy name to sing,
Help us to praise:
Father all glorious,
O’er all victorious,
Come, and reign over us,
Ancient of days!

Come, holy Comforter,
Thy sacred witness bear
In this glad hour:
Thou who almighty art,
Now rule in ev’ry heart,
And ne’er from us depart
Spirit of pow’r!

To Thee, great One in Three,
The highest praises be
Hence, evermore:
Thy sov’reign majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity
Love and adore!
     Charles Wesley

Never be afraid to speak for Jesus

October 6

Never be afraid to speak for Jesus,
Think how much a word can do;
Never be afraid to own your Savior,
He who loves and cares for you.

Never be afraid to work for Jesus
In His vineyard day by day;
Labor with a kind and willing spirit,
He will all your toil repay.

Never be afraid to bear for Jesus
Keen reproaches when they fall;
Patiently endure your ev’ry trial,
Jesus meekly bore them all.

Never be afraid to die for Jesus,
He the Life, the Truth, the Way,
Gently in His arms of love will bear you
To the realms of endless day.

Chorus
Never be afraid,
Never be afraid,
Never, never, never;
Jesus is your loving Savior,
Therefore never be afraid.
     Fanny J. Crosby

Plead with the God of love

October 5

Plead with the God of love,
Pray, Christian, pray;
Call on the throne above,
Pray, Christian, pray.
Ask, for the need is sore;
Seek for the secret store;
Knock at His mercy’s door,
Pray, Christian, pray.

Prayer is a weapon strong,
Pray, Christian, pray;
Wield it against the wrong,
Pray, Christian, pray.
Mightier deeds are wrought,
Knightlier battles fought
Praying than man e’er tho’t:
Pray, Christian, pray.

Say not the fields are sear;
Pray, Christian, pray;
Deem not the prospect drear,
Pray, Christian, pray.
Faith shall revive with prayer,
Hope shall her harvest bear,
Love never can despair:
Pray, Christian, pray.

Look on the blight and stain,
Pray, Christian, pray;
Think on the toil and pain,
Pray, Christian, pray.
Earth, with her guilty fears,
Her wrongs and bitter tears,
Sighs through the weary years:
Pray, Christian, pray.

Plead every promise old,
Pray, Christian, pray;
O for a faith more bold!
Pray, Christian, pray.
Let naught thy soul appall,
Satan is doomed to fall!
Christ shall be Lord of all:
Pray, Christian, pray.
     J. H. Sammis

I am coming to the cross

October 4

I am coming to the cross;
I am poor and weak and blind;
I am counting all but dross;
I shall full salvation find.

Long my heart has sighed for Thee;
Long has evil reigned within;
Jesus sweetly speaks to me,-
“I will cleanse you from all sin.”

Here I give my all to Thee,-
Friends and time and earthly store;
Soul and body Thine to be,-
Wholly Thine forevermore.

In the promises I trust,
Now I feel the blood applied;
I am prostrate in the dust;
I with Christ am crucified.

Jesus comes!  He fills my soul!
Perfected in Him I am;
I am ev’ry whit made whole:
Glory, glory to the Lamb!

Chorus
I am trusting, Lord, in Thee,
Blessed Lamb of Calvary;
Humbly at Thy cross I bow,
Save me, Jesus, save me now.
     William McDonald

In Thy cleft, O Rock of Ages

October 3

In Thy cleft, O Rock of Ages,
Hide Thou me;
When the fitful tempest rages,
Hide Thou me;
Where no mortal arm can sever
From my heart Thy love forever,
Hide me, O Thou Rock of Ages,
Safe in Thee.

From the snare of sinful pleasures
Hide Thou me;
Thou, my soul’s eternal treasure,
Hide Thou me;
When the world its pow’r is wielding,
And my heart is almost yielding,
Hide me, O Thou Rock of Ages,
Safe in Thee.

In the lonely night of sorrow
Hide Thou me;
Till in glory dawns the morrow,
Hide Thou me;
In the sight of Jordan’s billow,
Let Thy bosom be my pillow;
Hide me, O Thou Rock of Ages,
Safe in Thee.
     Fanny J. Crosby

There is a green hill far away

October 2

There is a green hill far away,
Without a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.

We may not know, we cannot tell
What pains He had to bear;
But we believe it was for us
He hung and suffered there.

He died that we might be forgiv’n,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heav’n,
Saved by His precious blood.

There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;
He only could unlock the gate
Of heav’n and let us in.

Chorus
O dearly, dearly has He loved,
And we must love Him, too;
And trust in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do.
     Cecil F. Alexander

There is no name so sweet on earth

     The night is late and you’ve tried to sleep, but the redness of your eyes reflect the emotions you feel.
     So you pace the floor and make an appeal to your senses to help sidetrack the pain.
     But as you look out a curtained window, you find your eyes cannot pierce through the darkness of the late night hour.
     And as you lean your elbows upon the window sill to listen intently to what should be the sounds of the night, you find that even the country sounds of nocturnal animals seeking food have begun to cease.
     And it is with such darkness and silence outside your house and also from within your soul, that you cry out as in the Psalms:  Hear my prayer, O LORD, and let my cry come unto thee (Ps 102:1).
          It is at this point in the darkness of the night Christ chooses to come to you though He doesn’t reveal Himself with visual majesty.
     And it is here in the silence of the country night your Savior chooses to encourages you though He doesn’t audibly speak words of consolation and comfort.
     But how do you know He has come?
     Yes, how can you, of human flesh, see and hear He who has been resurrected and is in spirit form?
     It is by His word, the Bible, that He makes His presence known.
     And it is by His word, the Bible, that words of encouragement anoint your soul.

October 1

There is no name so sweet on earth,
No name so sweet in heaven,
The name, before His wondrous birth,
To Christ the Savior given.

And when He hung upon the tree,
They wrote this name above Him,
That all might see the reason we
Forevermore must love Him.

So now, upon His Father’s throne-
Almighty to release us
From sin and pain-He ever reigns,
The Prince and Savior, Jesus.

O Jesus! by that matchless name,
Thy grace shall fail us never,
Today as yesterday the same,
Thou art the same forever!

Chorus
We love to sing of Christ our King,
And hail Him blessed Jesus!
For there’s no word ear ever heard
So dear, so sweet, as “Jesus!”
     Geo. W. Bethune