I Am A Stranger Here Below

I am a stranger here below, And what I am 'tis hard to know;
I am so vile, so prone to sin, I fear that I'm not born again.

When I experience call to mind, My understanding is so blind; All feeling sense seems to be gone, Which makes me think that I am wrong.

I find myself out of the way, My tho'ts are often gone astray;
Like one alone I seem to be, Oh is there anyone like me?

'Tis seldom I can ever see Myself as I would wish to be;
What I desire I can't attain, From what I hate I can't refrain.

So far from God I seem to lie, Which makes me weep and cry;
I fear at last that I shall fall, For if a saint, the least of all.

I seldom find a heart to pray, So many things get in the way
Thus filled with doubts, I ask to know, Come tell me is it thus with you?

So by experience I know There's nothing good I can do;
I can not satisfy the law, Nor hope , nor comfort from it draw.

My nature is so prone to sin, Which makes my duty so unclean;
Then when I count up all the cost, If not free grace, then I am lost.

Harp of Ages #170

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How Sweet, How Heavenly

How sweet, how heav'nly is the sight,
when those who love the Lord;
In one another's peace delight,
and so fulfil his word.

When each can feel his brother's sigh,
And with him bear apart;
When sorrow flows from eye to eye,
And joy from heart to heart.

Let love in one delightful stream,
Thro' every bosom flow;
And union sweet with fond esteem,
In every action glow.

Love is the golden chain that binds,
The happy souls above;
And he's an heir of heav'n who finds,
His bosom glow with love.

Old School Hymnal #30

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I Need Thee

I need Thee every hour, Most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like Thine can afford.

I need Thee every hour, Stay Thou near by;
Temptations lose their power When Thou art nigh.

I need Thee every hour, In joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide, Or life is vain.

I need Thee every hour, Most Holy One;
O make me Thine indeed, Thou blessed Son.

I need Thee, O I need Thee; Every hour I need Thee;
O bless me now, my Savior! I come to Thee.

Also "I need the prayers of those I love,"

Old School Hymnal #68

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Worthy Art Thou!

Worthy of praise is Christ our Redeemer;
Worthy of glory, honor and power!
Worthy of all our soul's adoration, Worthy art Thou!

Lift up the voice in praise and devotion,
Saints of all earth before Him should bow;
Angels in heaven worship Him, saying, Worthy art Thou!

Lord, may we come before Thee with singing,
Filled with Thy Spirit, wisdom and power;
May we ascribe Thee glory and honor, Worthy art Thou!

Worthy art Thou! Worthy of riches, blessings and honor,
Worthy of wisdom, glory and power!
Worthy of earth and heavens thanksgiving,
Worthy art Thou! Worthy art Thou!

Old School Hymnal #477

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How Oft, Alas! This Wretched Heart

How oft, alas! This wretched heart Has wandered from the Lord;
How oft my roving thoughts depart, Forgetful of his word!

Yet sovereign mercy calls return, Dear Lord and may I come?
My vile ingratitude I mourn, O, take the wander home.

And canst Thou, wilt Thou yet forgive, And bid my crime remove?
And shall a pardoned rebel live To speak Thy wondrous love?

Almighty grace, Thy healing power How glorious, how divine!
That can to life and bliss restore So vile a heart as mine.

Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet, Dear Savior, I adore;
O, keep me at The sacred feet, And let me rove no more.

Old School Hymnal #482

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I Love My Savior, God

I love my Savior, God, because He first love me;
Because He shed His precious blood to set my spirit free.

'Twas love my bosom felt, and made me wipe mine eyes,
When Low before His throne I knelt, To pour my feeble cries.

Touched by His dying love, I melted into grief,
Swift on the wings of love He moved, And bro't me sweet relief.

With my whole heart I love the God that loved and bled;
Who left the shining realms above, And suffered in my stead.

Who can forbear to love a God so good and kind?
Sure He is worthy to be loved By me and all mankind.

Old School Hymnal #486

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Thou Lord Of All Above

Thou Lord of all above, And all below the sky,
Before Thy feet I prostrate fall, And for Thy mercy cry.

Forgive my follies past, The crimes which I have done,
O, bid a contrite sinner live, Thru Thy incarnate Son.

Guilt, like a heavy load, Upon my conscience lies,
To Thee I make my sorrow known, And lift my weeping eyes.

The burden which I feel, Thou only canst remove,
Display, O Lord, Thy pard'ning grace, And Thy unbounded love.

Old School Hymnal #87

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Faith Of Our Fathers

Faith of our fathers! living still in spite of dungeon, fire and sword;
O how our hears beat high with joy, Whene'er we hear that glor'ous word!
Faith of our fathers! holy faith! We will be true to thee till death!

Our fathers, chained in prisons dark, Were still in heart and conscience free;
How sweet would be their children's fate, If they like them, could die for thee!
Faith of our fathers! holy faith! We will be true to thee till death!

Faith of our fathers! we will love Both friend and foe in all our strife;
And preach thee, too, as love knows how, By kindly words and virtuous life;
Faith of our fathers! holy faith! We still will be true to thee till death!

Old School Hymnal #222

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Trust And Obey

When we walk with the Lord in the light of His Word,
What a glory He sheds on our way!
While we do His good will, He abides with us still,
And with all who will trust and obey.


Trust and obey, for there's no other way
To be happy with Jesus, but to trust and obey.

Not a burden we bear, not a sorrow we share,
But our toil He doth richly repay;
Not a grief or a loss, not a frown or a cross,
But is blessed if we trust and obey.


But we never can prove the delights of His love
Until all on the altar we lay;
For the favor He shows, for the joy He bestows,
Are for them who will trust and obey.


Then in fellowship sweet we will sit at His feet.
Or we'll walk by His side in the way.
What He says we will do, where He sends we will go;
Never fear, only trust and obey.


Our Little Hymnal #35

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My God, My Life, My Love

My God, my Life, my love, To Thee to Thee I call,
I cannot live if Thou remove, For Thou art all in all.

The smilings of Thy face, How ami'ble they are!
'Tis heav'n to rest in Thine embrace, And nowhere else but there.

To Thee, and Thee alone, The angles owe their bliss;
They sit around Thy gracious throne, And dwell where Jesus is.

Not with our mortal eyes Have we beheld the Lord,
Yet we rejoice to hear His name, And love Him in His word.

Old School Hymnal #321

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The Love Of God

The love of God is greater far than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star, and reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care, God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled, and pardoned from his sin.


O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints' and angels' song.

When years of time shall pass away, and earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men, who here refuse to pray, on rocks and hills and mountains call,
God's love so sure, shall still endure, all measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam's race--the saints' and angels' song.


Could we with ink the ocean fill, and were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill, and every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above, would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole, though stretched from sky to sky.


Our Little Hymnal #89

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To God The Only Wise

To God the only wise, Our Savior and our King,
Let all the saints below the skies Their humble praises bring.

'Tis His almighty love, His counsel, and His care,
Preserves us safe from sin and death, And ev'ry hurtful snare.

He will present His saints, Unblemished and complete,
Before the glory of His face, With joy divinely great.

Then all the chosen race, Shall meet around the throne,
Shall bless the conduct of His grace, And make His wonders known.

To our Redeemer, God Wisdom and pow'r belong,
Immortal crowns of majesty, And everlasting songs.

Our Little Hymnal #334

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Again From Calm And Sweet Repose

Again, form calm and sweet repose, I rise to hail the dawn:
Again my waking eyes unclose To view the smiling morn.

Great God of love, Thy praise I'll sing, For Thou hast safely kept
My soul beneath Thy guardian wing, And watched me while I slept.

Glory to Thee, eternal Lord, O teach my heart to pray,
And Thy blest Spirit's help afford, To guide me tho' the day.

Let every tho't and wore accord With The most holy will;
Each deed the precepts of The word, With pious aim fulfill.

From danger, sin, and ev'ry ill, My constant Guardian prove;
O sanctify my heart and fill With tho'ts of holy love.

Old School Hymnal #25

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