English Lyrics Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim, And publish abroad His wonderful name; The name, all-victorious, of Jesus extol; His kingdom is glorious, He rules over all.
God ruleth on high, almighty to save, And still He is nigh, His presence we have; The great congregation His triumph shall sing, Ascribing salvation to Jesus, our King.
“Salvation to God, who sits on the throne!” Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son: The praises of Jesus the angels proclaim, Fall down on their faces and worship the Lamb.
Then let us adore and give Him His right − All glory and pow’r, all wisdom and might, All honor and blessing, with angels above, And thanks never-ceasing, and infinite love.
English Lyrics At the name of Jesusevery knee shall bow,every tongue confess himKing of glory now;’tis the Father’s pleasurewe should call him Lord,who from the beginningwas the mighty Word.Humbled for a seasonto receive a namefrom the lips of sinnersunto whom he came,faithfully he bore itspotless to the last,brought it back victoriouswhen from death he passed;Bore…
English Lyrics How deep the Father’s love for us?How vast beyond all measure?That He should give His only SonTo make a wretch His treasureHow great the pain of searing loss?The Father turns His face awayAs wounds which mar the Chosen OneBring many sons to gloryBehold the man upon the crossMy sin upon His shouldersAshamed I…
English Lyrics Have mercy upon me, O God, after thy great goodness: according to the multitude of thy mercies do away mine offences. Wash me throughly from my wickedness: and cleanse me from my sin. For I acknowledge my faults: and my sin is ever before me. Against thee only have I sinned, and done…
Henry Francis Lyte (b. Ednam, near Kelso, Rosburghshire, Scotland, 1793; d. Nice, France, 1847) wrote this text in the late summer of 1847; he died in November of that year (various other stories about Lyte’s writing of this text do not appear to be reliable). First printed in a leaflet in 1847, the text was…
English Lyrics Thine be the glory, risen, conqu’ring Son;endless is the vict’ry Thou o’er death hast won.Angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away,kept the folded grave-clothes where Thy body lay.Thine be the glory, risen, conqu’ring Son;endless is the vict’ry Thou o’er death hast won.Thine be the glory, risen, conqu’ring Son;endless is the vict’ry Thou…
English Lyrics What a friend we have in JesusAll our sins and griefs to bearAnd what a privilege to carryEverything to God in prayerOh, what peace we often forfeitOh, what needless pain we bearAll because we do not carryEverything to God in prayerHave we trials and temptations?Is there trouble anywhere?We should never be discouragedTake it…
