When peace like a river attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, Even so... Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, Let this blest assurance control: That Christ has regarded my helpless estate, And has shed his own blood for my soul. The Lord has given, The Lord has taken away. And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll; The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend; Even so... The Lord has given, The Lord has taken away. When peace like a river attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say....

Come, thou fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace! Streams of mercy never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above. Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it, Mount of God's unchanging love. Come ye weary, heavy laden, Lost and ruined by the fall; If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed his precious blood. Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream; All the fitness He requireth Is to feel your need of Him. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love; Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it, Seal it for thy courts above.

O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down, now scornfully surrounded with thorns, thine only crown: how pale thou art with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish which once was bright as morn! What thou, my Lord, has suffered was all for sinners' gain; mine, mine was the transgression, but thine the deadly pain. Lo, here I fall, my Savior! 'Tis I deserve thy place; look on me with thy favor, vouchsafe to me thy grace. What language shall I borrow to thank thee, dearest friend, for this thy dying sorrow, thy pity without end? O make me thine forever; and should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never outlive my love for thee.

My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus' name. When darkness veils his lovely face, I rest on his unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the veil. His oath, his covenant, his blood Support me in the whelming flood; When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay. When he shall come with trumpet sound, O may I then in him be found, dressed in his righteousness alone, faultless to stand before the throne. On Christ, the solid rock, I stand; all other ground is sinking sand.

And can it be that I should gain An int'rest in the Savior's blood? Died He for me, who caused His pain? For me, who Him to death pursued? Amazing love! how can it be That Thou, my God, should die for me? He left His Father's throne above, So free, so infinite His grace; Emptied Himself of all but love, And bled for Adam's helpless race; 'Tis mercy all, immense and free; For, O my God, it found out me. Long my imprisoned spirit lay Fast bound in sin and nature's night; Thine eye diffused a quick'ning ray, I woke, the dungeon flamed with light; My chains fell off, my heart was free; I rose, went forth and followed Thee. No condemnation now I dread; Jesus, and all in Him is mine! Alive in Him, my living Head, And clothed in righteousness divine, Bold I approach th'eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart; Naught be all else to me, save that thou art - Thou my best thought, by day or by night; Waking or sleeping, thy presence my light. Be thou my wisdom, and thou my true word; I ever with thee and thou with me, Lord. Thou my great Father; thine own may I be, Thou in me dwelling and I one with thee. Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise; Thou mine inheritance, now and always; Thou and thou only first in my heart, High King of heaven, my treasure thou art. High King of heaven, my victory won, May I reach heaven’s joys, O bright heaven’s sun! Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, Still be my vision, O Ruler of all.

Our Father who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done On earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, And forgive us our debts, As we forgive our debtors, And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, And the power, and the glory, For ever and ever. Amen.

Speak, Lord, in the stillness While I wait on Thee; Hushed my heart to listen In expectancy. Speak, O blessed Master, In this quiet hour; Let me see Thy face, Lord, Feel Thy touch of power. For the words Thou speakest, They are life indeed; Living bread from heaven, Now my spirit feed! All to Thee is yielded, I am not my own; Blissful, glad surrender, I am Thine alone. Speak, Thy servant heareth, Be not silent, Lord; Waits my soul upon Thee For the quickening word. Fill me with the knowledge Of Thy glorious will; All Thine own good pleasure In Thy child fulfill.

Pass me not, O gentle Savior! Hear my humble cry; While on others thou art calling, Do not pass me by. REFRAIN: Savior, Savior, hear my humble cry! While on others thou art calling, Do not pass me by. Let me at thy throne of mercy Find a sweet relief; Kneeling there in deep contrition, Help my unbelief. [Refrain] Trusting only in thy merit, Would I seek thy face; Heal my wounded, broken spirit, Save me by your grace. [Refrain] Thou the spring of all my comfort, More than life to me, Whom have I on earth beside thee, Whom in heaven but thee? [Refrain]

Out of the depths I cry to thee: Lord, hear me, I implore thee. Bend down thy gracious ear to me, Let my prayer come before thee! For if thou mean'st to look upon The wrong and evil that is done, Who, Lord, can stand before thee? Works never can God's pardon gain, God’s grace alone availeth; Our choicest works all have a stain, The best among us faileth; None guiltless in thy sight appear, All who approach thy throne must fear, And humbly trust thy mercy. Therefore my trust is in the Lord, And not in mine own merit; On him my soul shall rest, his Word Upholds my fainting spirit: What his true word doth promise me My comfort shall and refuge be; And I rely upon thee. And if it last into the night, And last again till morrow, Yet shall my heart hope in God's might, Unmoved by doubt or sorrow. So let thy people hope in thee, And they shall find thy mercy free, And thy redemption plenteous.

Text: Edward Hopper, 1871 Music: Eric Pazdziora, © 2012

When I survey the wondrous cross on which the Prince of glory died, my richest gain I count but loss, and pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast save in the death of Christ, my God! All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. See, from his head, his hands, his feet, sorrow and love flow mingled down. Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, or thorns compose so rich a crown? Were the whole realm of nature mine, that were a present far too small. Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.

Jesus! what a friend for sinners! Jesus! lover of my soul; Friends may fail me, foes assail me, He, my Savior, makes me whole. REFRAIN: Hallelujah! what a Savior! Hallelujah! what a friend! Saving, helping, keeping, loving, He is with me to the end. Jesus! what a strength in weakness! Let me hide myself in Him; Tempted, tried, and sometimes failing, He, my strength, my victory wins. [Refrain] Jesus! what a help in sorrow! While the billows o'er me roll, Even when my heart is breaking, He, my comfort, helps my soul. [Refrain] Jesus! I do now receive Him, More than all in Him I find, He hath granted me forgiveness, I am His, and He is mine. [Refrain]