Hymns of Praise and Worship

Faith of Our Fathers

Faith of our fa-thers! living still
In spite of dungeon, fire, and sword:
O how our hearts beat with joy
When-e'er we hear that glorious word!
Faith of our fa-thers! holy faith! We will
be true to thee till death!

Our fa-thers, 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 fa-thers! holy faith! We will
be true to thee till death!

Faith of our fa-thers! 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 fa-thers! holy faith! We will
be true to thee till death!

~Fredrick Faber~
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Jesus Paid It All

I hear the Saviour say,
"Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all."

Refrain:

Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.

For nothing good have I
Whereby Thy grace to claim;
I'll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calv'ry's Lamb.

And now complete in Him,
My robe, His righteousness,
Close sheltered 'neath His side,
I am divinely blest.

Lord, now indeed I find
Thy pow'r, and Thine alone,
Can change the leper's spots
And melt the heart of stone.

When from my dying bed
My ransomed soul shall rise,
"Jesus died my soul to save,"
Shall rend the vaulted skies.

And when before the throne
I stand in Him complete,
I'll lay my trophies down,
All down at Jesus' feet.
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Blessed Assurance

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! Oh, what a foretaste of
glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born in His Spirit, washed in His blood.

This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long.

Perfect submission, perfect delight, Visions of rapture now
burst on my sight; Angels descending, bring from above
Each one of mercy, whispers of love.

This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long.

Perfect submission is at rest, I in my Saviour am
happy and blessed; Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.

This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long.

~Fanny Crosby~
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At the Cross

Alas, and did my Saviour bleed? And did my Saviour die?
Would He devote that sacred head, For such a worm as I"?

At the Cross, at the Cross where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away, It was there by faith
I received my sight, And now I am happy all the day!

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

At the Cross, at the Cross where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away, It was there by faith
I received my sight, And now I am happy all the day!

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

At the Cross, at the Cross where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away, It was there by faith
I received my sight, And now I am happy all the day!

But drops of grief can never repay The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give myself away, 'Tis all that I can do!

At the Cross, at the Cross where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away, It was there by faith
I received my sight, And now I am happy all the day!

~Isaac Watts~