What Shall I Render?

What shall I render to my God
For all his kindness shown!
My feet shall visit Thine abode,
My songs address Thy throne.

Among the saints that fill Thy house,
My offerings shall be paid;
There shall my zeal perform the vows
My soul in anguish make.

How happy all Thy servants are!
How great Thy grace to me!
My life which Thou hast made Thy care,
Lord I devote to Thee!

Now I am Thine, forever Thine,
Let not Thy purpose move;
Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain,
And bound me with Thy love.

Old School Hymnal #274

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He Loves Me

Alas! and did my Savior bleed?
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote His sacred head
For such a worm as I?

Was if for crimes that I have done,
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity, grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When Christ the mighty Maker died
For man the creature's sin.

But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;
Here Lord give myself away,
'Tis all that I can do.

He loves me, He loves me,
He loves me this I know!
He gave Himself to die for me,
Because He loves me so!

Old School Hymnal #138

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The Child Of Grace

How happy's every child of grace,
That feels his sins forgiven!
"This earth" he cries, "is not my place,
I seek a place in heaven;"
A country far from mortal sight,
Yet oh! by faith I see,
The land of rest, the saint's delight,
A heav'n prepared for me.

O what a blessed hope is ours,
While here on earth we stay!
We more than taste the heav'nly pow'rs,
And antedate that day;
We feel the resurrection near,
Our life in Christ concealed;
And with His glor'ous presence here
Our longing hearts are filled.

When He shall more of heav'n bestow,
And bid my soul remove,
And let my trembling spirit go,
To meet the God I love,
With rapt'ous awe on Him I'll gaze,
Who died to set me free,
And sing and shout redeeming grace
In vast eternity,

Old School Hymnal #315

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God Moves In A Mysterious Way

God moves in a mysterious way,
His wanders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Ye fearful saints fresh courage take,
The clouds you so much dread;
Are big with mercy,
and will break In blessings on your head.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His works in vain;
God is His own Interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

Old School Hymnal #15

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Lord, let me praise Thee in the morning,
While the day is new,
Let me praise Thee at the noontide,
And the evening too.
Let me not forget to praise Thee,
For since on the cross they nailed Thee,
Thy love has never failed me,
And it never will.

Old School Hymnal #327

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Christ The Rose of Sharon

In Sharon's lovely Rose
Immortal beauties shine;
Its origin divine.

How blooming and how fair!
O may my happy breast
This lovely rose forever wear,
And be supremely blest.

Song of Solomon 2:1 I [am] the rose of Sharon, [and] the lily of the valleys.

Lloyd Hymns #75

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Amazing Grace! how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind but not I see.

T'was grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed.

Thru many dangers toils and snares
I have already come;
'Tis grace has bro't me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

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

Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, with in the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

The world shall soon to ruin go,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who called me here below,
Shall be forever mine.

When we've been there ten thousand years,
bright shining as the sun;
We've no less days to sing God's praise,
Than when we first begun.

Old School Hymnal #154

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Poor, Weak, And Worthless

Poor, weak and worthless tho I am,
I have a rich, Almighty Friend;
Jesus, the Savior is His name
He freely loves and without end.

He ransomed me from hell,
And by His power my foes controlled,
He found me wandering far from God,
And brought me to His chosen fold.

He cheers my heart, my want supplies,
And says that I shall shortly be,
Enthroned with Him above the skies
O what a Friend is Christ to me.

Old School Hymnal #212

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Help Us To Help Each Other

Help us to help each other, Lord,
Each other's cross to bear,
Let each his friendly aid afford,
And feel his brother's care.

Help us to build each other up,
Our little stock improve,
Increase our faith, confirm our hope,
And perfect us in love.

Up into Thee the living Head,
Let us in all things grow,
Till Thou hast made us free indeed,
and spotless here be low.

Then, when the mighty work is wrought,
Receive thy ready bride,
Give us in heav'n a happy lot
With all the sanctified.

Old School Hymnal #88

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Did You Think To Pray

Ere you left your room this morning,
Did you think to pray?
In the name of Christ, our Savior,
Did you sue for loving favor,
As a shield to day?

When you met with great temptation,
Did you think to pray?
By His dying love and merit,
Did you claim the Holy Spirit
As your guide and stay?

When your heart was filled with anger,
Did you think to pray?
Did you plead for grace, my brother,
that you might forgive another
Who had crossed your way?

When sore trials came upon you,
Did you think to pray?
When your soul was bowed in sorrow,
Balm of Gilead did you borrow
At the gates of day?

O how praying rests the weary!
Prayer will change the night today;
So, when seems life dark and dreary,
Don't forget to pray.

Old School Hymnal #159

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Walk With God

I love the quietness of the morning,
The peaceful beauty of the day;
I love to go there to my bower,
And humbly bow my head and pray.

Oh, what a joy and peace it gives me,
To talk to Jesus in a prayer;
It gives me hope and consolation,
It lifts me for my every care.

Things seem brighter in the morning,
As God so boldly shows His face;
Makes me want to shout His praise,
And thank Him for amazing grace.

Oh, may His grace and mercy guide me,
When life is finished I can say;
When the ev'ning sun is
I have walked with God today.

Old School Hymnal #487

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