Hymns/Poems of Praise and Worship

Dearest of names, our Lord, our King

~Samuel Medley~

Dearest of names, our Lord, our King!
Jesus, Thy praise we humbly sing;
In cheerful songs will spendour breath,
And in Thee triumph over death.

Death is no more among our foes,
Since Christ the mighty conqueror rose;
Both power and sting the Saviour broke,
He died, and gave the finished stroke.

Saints die, and we should gently weep;
Sweetly in Jesus' arms they sleep;
Far from this world of sin and woe,
Nor sin, nor pain, nor grief they know.

Death no terrific foe appears,
An angel's lovely form he wears;
A friendly messenger he proves
To every soul whom Jesus loves.
Death is a sleep; and O, how sweet,
To souls prepared its stroke to meet!
Their dying beds, their graves are blessed,
For all to them is peace and rest.

Their bodies sleep, their souls take wing,
Uprise to Heaven, and there they sing
With joy, before the Saviour's face
Triumphant in victorious grace.

Soon shall the earth's remotest bound
Feel the archangel's trumpet sound;
Then shall the graves' dark caverns shake,
And joyful, all the saints shall wake.

Bodies and souls shall then unite,
Arrayed in glory strong and bright;
And all His saints will Jesus bring,
His face to see, His love to sing.

O, may I live with Jesus nigh,
And sleep in Jesus when I die!
Then joyful, when from death I wake,
I shall eternal bliss partake.
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Holy God, We Praise Thy Name

~Clarence A. Walworth~

Holy God, we praise your name;
Lord of all, we bow before You.
Saints on earth your rule acclaim;
all in heaven above adore you.
Infinite your vast domain;
everlasting is your reign.

Hark, the glad celestial hymn
angel choirs above are raising;
cherubim and seraphim,
in unceasing chorus praising,
fill the heavens with sweet accord:
"Holy, holy, holy Lord!"

Lo, the apostolic train
joins your sacred name to hallow;
prophets swell the glad refrain,
and the white-robed martyrs follow;
and from morn to set of sun,
through the church the song goes on.

Holy Father, holy Son,
Holy Spirit, three we name you,
though in essence only one;
undivided God, we claim you,
and, adoring, bend the knee
while we own the mystery.
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At the Door of Mercy Sighing

~Thomas MacKellar~

At the door of mercy sighing
With the burden of my sin,
Day and night my soul is crying,
"Open, Lord, and let me in."
Waiting 'mid the darkness dreary,
Stretching out my hands to Thee,
In the refuge for the weary
Is there not a place for me?
In the refuge for the weary
Is there not a place for me?

I have sought to earn Thy favor,
Caring not for toil or cost,
Yet I find not Him, my Saviour,
He who came to seek the lost.
Blessed Master! in Thy pity
Teach me what I ought to do,
So that in the holy city
I may gain an entrance too.
So that in the holy city
I may gain entrance too.

Hark! what sounds mine ear receiveth,
Sweet as songs of seraphim!
He that in the Lord believeth
Life eternal hath in Him.
At the outer door why straying?
Nothing, soul! hast thou to pay:
Christ in love to thee is saying:
"Weary child, come in today."
Christ in love to thee is saying:
"Weary child, come in today."

But the depth of Jesus' kindness!
But the height of Jesus' grace!
Oh! the blackness of the blindness
That could not behold His face!
I saw not the door was open,
Nor my Lord invite me in:
Grace is mine beyond my hoping,
Mercy mightier than my sin,
Grace is mine beyond my hoping,
Mercy mightier than my sin.
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Sweet Hour of Prayer

~William W. Walford~

Sweet hour of prayer! Sweet hour of prayer!
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father's throne
Make all my wants and wishes known.
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter's snare,
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer! Sweet hour of prayer!
The joys I feel, the bliss I share,
Of those whose anxious spirits burn
With strong desires for thy return!
With such I hasten to the place
Where God my Saviour shows His face,
And gladly take my station there,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer! Sweet hour of prayer!
Thy wind shall my petition bear
To Him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless.
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His Word and trust His grace,
I'll cast on Him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer! Sweet hour of prayer!
May I thy consolation share,
Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height,
I view my home and take flight.
This robe of flesh I'll drop, and rise
To seize the everlasting prize,
And shout, while passing through the air,
"Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!"
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This Is My Father's World

~Maltbie D. Babcock~

This is my Father's world,
And to my listening ears;
All nature sings and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world:
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father's world,
The birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their Maker's praise.
This is my Father's world,
He shines in all that's fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father's world,
O let me ne'er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the Ruler yet.
This is my Father's world,
The battle is not done.
Jesus, who died,shall be satisfied,
And earth and heav'n be one.
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Jesus Demands This Heart of Mine

~Anne Steele~

Jesus demands this heart of mine -
Demands my wish, my joy, my care;
But, ah! How dead to things divine,
How cold, my best affections are!

'Tis sin, alas! With dreadful power,
Divides my Saviour from my sight;
Oh, for one happy, shining hour
Of sacred freedom, sweet delight!

Oh let Thy love shine forth and raise
My captive powers from sin and death,
And fill my heart and life with praise,
And tune my last expiring breath.