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How Beautiful

Original lyrics by Twila Paris
Adapted by Seth Blundell

Verse 1
How beautiful the Bridegroom is,
The Pearl of Great Price, Perfect Holiness.
How beautiful and pure is He!
Before Him are splendor and majesty!

Chorus
How Beautiful
How Beautiful
How Beautiful is the Glory of Christ

Verse 2
How beautiful the Love of the Lamb
To seek us and find us and restore us to Him
How beautiful His precious blood,
That washed us completely and made us His own!

Chorus
How Beautiful
How Beautiful
How Beautiful is the Love of Christ

Bridge
And this is love, that He gave
Of His own life when we had strayed
That He may clothe us with robes unstained
That we may be His Bride…
Jesus has made us white.

Verse 3
How beautiful, The Bride of Christ!
For whom He comes leaping over mountains and heights
How beautiful in light she stands
Adorned for her Husband, who says “Here I am!”

Chorus
How Beautiful
How Beautiful
How Beautiful is the Bride of Christ!

Verse 4
How beautiful, the two made one!
What God has united shall not be undone.
How beautiful — profound mystery!
That we should partake of Christ’s love for His sheep.

Chorus
How Beautiful
How Beautiful
How Beautiful is this Union in Christ!

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I Sought The Lord and Afterward I Knew

Jean Ingelow, 1878

Verse 1
I sought the Lord, and afterward I knew
He moved my soul to seek him, seeking me.
It was not I that found, O Savior true,
No, I was found of thee.

Verse 2
Thou didst reach forth thy hand and mine enfold,
I walked and sank not on the storm-vexed sea.
‘Twas not so much that I on thee took hold
As thou, dear Lord, on me.

Verse 3
I find, I walk, I love, but, oh, the whole
Of love is but my answer, Lord, to thee!
For thou wert long beforehand with my soul,
Always thou lovedst me.

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I Hear The Words Of Love

Piano Only

With Vocals

Horatius Bonar
Music from Day’s Psalter

Verse 1
I hear the words of love,
I gaze upon the blood,
I see the mighty Sacrifice,
And I have peace with God.

Verse 2
’Tis everlasting peace!
Sure as Jehovah’s Name;
’Tis stable as His steadfast throne,
Forevermore the same.

Verse 3
The clouds may go and come,
And storms may sweep my sky—
This blood-sealed friendship changes not;
The Cross is ever nigh.

Verse 4
My love is oft times low,
My joy still ebbs and flows;
But peace with Him remains the same,
No change Jehovah knows.

Verse 5
I change, He changes not,
The Christ can never die;
His love, not mine, the resting place,
His truth, not mine, the tie.

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I Am His and He Is Mine

George W. Robinson, 1876

Verse 1
Loved with everlasting love,
Led by grace that love to know;
Gracious Spirit from above,
Thou hast taught me it is so!
O this full and perfect peace!
O this transport all divine!
In a love which cannot cease,
I am His, and He is mine.
In a love which cannot cease,
I am His, and He is mine.

Verse 2
Heav’n above is softer blue,
Earth around is sweeter green!
Something lives in every hue
Christless eyes have never seen;
Birds with gladder songs o’erflow,
Flowers with deeper beauties shine,
Since I know, as I now know,
I am His, and He is mine.
Since I know, as I now know,
I am His, and He is mine.

Verse 3
Things that once were wild alarms
Cannot now disturb my rest;
Closed in everlasting arms,
Pillowed on the loving breast.
O to lie forever here,
Doubt and care and self resign,
While He whispers in my ear,
I am His, and He is mine.
While He whispers in my ear,
I am His, and He is mine.

Verse 4
His forever, only His;
Who the Lord and me shall part?
Ah, with what a rest of bliss
Christ can fill the loving heart!
Heav’n and earth may fade and flee,
Firstborn light in gloom decline;
But while God and I shall be,
I am His, and He is mine.
But while God and I shall be,
I am His, and He is mine.

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O Love That Will Not Let Me Go

George Matheson, 1882

Verse 1
O Love that will not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

Verse 2
O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

Verse 3
O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.

Verse 4
O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

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My Jesus, I Love Thee

William R. Featherstone, 1864

Verse 1
My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine;
For Thee all the follies of sin I resign.
My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

Verse 2
I love Thee because Thou hast first loved me,
And purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree.
I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

Verse 3
I’ll love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death;
And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath;
And say, when the deathdew lies cold on my brow:
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

Verse 4
In mansions of glory and endless delight,
I’ll ever adore Thee in Heaven so bright;
I’ll sing with the glittering crown on my brow:
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

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Jesus, The Very Thought Of Thee

Bernard of Clairvaux
Latin Hymn, 12th Century

Verse 1
Jesus, the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills the breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.

Verse 2
Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,
O Savior of mankind!

Verse 3
O Hope of every contrite heart,
O Joy of all the meek,
To those who fall, how kind Thou art!
How good to those who seek!

Verse 4
But what to those who find?
Ah, this Nor tongue nor pen can show;
The love of Jesus, what it is,
None but His loved ones know.

Verse 5
O Jesus, Light of all below,
Thou Fount of living fire,
Surpassing all the joys we know,
And all we can desire.

Verse 6
Thee, Jesus, may our voices bless,
Thee may we love alone,
And ever in our lives express
The image of Thine own.

Verse 7
O most sweet Jesus, hear the sighs
Which unto Thee we send;
To Thee our inmost spirit cries;
To Thee our souls ascend.

Verse 8
Abide with us, and let Thy light Shine,
Lord, on every heart;
Dispel the darkness of our night;
And joy to us impart.

Verse 9
Jesus, our love and joy to Thee,
The virgin’s holy Son,
All might and praise and glory be,
While endless ages run.

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I Will Sing of My Redeemer

Philip P. Bliss, 1878

Verse 1
I will sing of my Redeemer
And His wondrous love to me;
On the cruel cross He suffered,
From the curse to set me free.
Sing, oh sing, of my Redeemer,
With His blood, He purchased me.
On the cross, He sealed my pardon,
Paid the debt, and made me free.

Verse 2
I will tell the wondrous story,
How my lost estate to save,
In His boundless love and mercy,
He the ransom freely gave.
Sing, oh sing, of my Redeemer,
With His blood, He purchased me.
On the cross, He sealed my pardon,
Paid the debt, and made me free.

Verse 3
I will praise my dear Redeemer,
His triumphant power I’ll tell,
How the victory He giveth
Over sin, and death, and hell.
Sing, oh sing, of my Redeemer,
With His blood, He purchased me.
On the cross, He sealed my pardon,
Paid the debt, and made me free.

Verse 4
I will sing of my Redeemer,
And His heav’nly love to me;
He from death to life hath brought me,
Son of God with Him to be.
Sing, oh sing, of my Redeemer,
With His blood, He purchased me.
On the cross, He sealed my pardon,
Paid the debt, and made me free.

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The Sands of Time Are Sinking

Anne R. Cousin, 1857
Based upon Samuel Rutherford, 1600-1661

Verse 1
The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of Heaven breaks,
The summer morn I’ve sighed for-
The fair, sweet morn awakes:
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

Verse 2
O Christ, He is the Fountain,
The deep, sweet Well of Love!
The streams of earth I’ve tasted
More deep I’ll drink above:
There to an ocean fullness
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

Verse 3
There the Red Rose of Sharon
Reveals His handsome bloom
He fills the air of Heaven
Sending forth His fresh perfume:
Oh! To behold His beauty,
While by His fragrance fanned,
Where glory-glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

Verse 4
The King there in His beauty,
Without a veil is seen:
It were a well spent journey,
Though seven deaths lay between:
The Lamb with His fair army,
Doth on Mount Zion stand,
And glory-glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

Verse 5
O I am my Beloved’s
And my Beloved’s mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner
Into His “house of wine.”
I stand upon His merit-
I know no other stand,
I’ll have no Rock beside Him
In Immanuel’s land.

Verse 6
The Bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear Bridegroom’s face
I will not gaze at glory
But on my King of Grace.
Not at the crown He giveth
But on His pierced hand;
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Immanuel’s land.


About the Song
“Anne Cousin was affected by Samuel Rutherford’s ministry in Scotland. From him, she had learned so much. He was a pastor in a place called Anworth by the Solway. He was arrested for preaching and, after a period in jail, was summoned to appear before the king. He died before being able to respond to the charges brought against him. Many of his choice phrases made an indelible impression on Anne. She assembled them together. As a result, she wrote one of the greatest Christian hymns, ‘In Immanuel’s Land’. The original rendering has nineteen verses. Each gives an insight into the preaching of Rutherford.” (pg. 127, The Sacred Anointing)

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I Am Thine, O Lord

Fanny Crosby 1875

Verse 1
I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice,
And it told Thy love to me;
But I long to rise in the arms of faith,
And be closer drawn to Thee.

Chorus
Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast died;
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.

Verse 2
Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord,
By the pow’r of grace divine;
Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,
And my will be lost in Thine.

Chorus
Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast died;
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.

Verse 3
O the pure delight of a single hour
That before Thy throne I spend,
When I kneel in prayer, and with Thee, my God,
I commune as friend with friend!

Chorus
Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast died;
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.

Verse 4
There are depths of love that I yet may know
Ere Thee face to face I see;
There are heights of joy that I yet may reach
Ere I rest in peace with Thee.

Chorus
Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast died;
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.