Joyful Song

Father, To Thee a Joyful Song We Raise

Father, to Thee a joyful song we raise
With all Thine own;
And in Thy presence sound a note of praise
To Thee alone;
Bro’t nigh, bro’t home to Thee—O wondrous grace,
That gives us now with Thine own Son our place.

How deep the holy joy that fills that scene,
Where love is known!
Thy love, our God and Father, now is seen,
In Him alone;
As, in the holy calm of Thine own rest,
He leads the praise of those Thy love has blessed.

He leads the praise! How precious to Thine ear
The song He sings!
How precious, too, to Thee—how near, how dear
Are those He brings
To share His place: ’twas thus that Thou didst plan;
Thou lovedst Him before the world began.

Lyrics: B. G. Hardingham
Music: John Bacchus Dykes (1823-1876)
Photo: Marge McCoy



Glorious, mighty Name of Jesus,
  Into Thy dear Name I flee;
“Set aloft,” I praise and worship,
  For Thy Name is victory!

Blessed Jesus! Mighty Savior!
  In Thy Name is all I need;
Just to breathe the Name of Jesus,
  Is to drink of Life indeed.

Glorious, mighty Name of Jesus,
  Heav’n and earth its pow’r proclaim;
But forgiven sinners only,
  Know the balm of Jesus’ Name.

Jesus! Jesus! Name most precious,
  Balm in pain or mighty sword;
In Thy Name, we live and conquer,
  Blessed, glorious, coming Lord.

Lyrics: Margaret E. Barber  (1869 – 1930)

Music:  C. and F. Jouard

Photo: Marge McCoy

All the Way

All the Way

All the way my Savior leads me
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His faithful mercies?
Who through life has been my guide
Heavenly peace, divinest comfort
Ere by faith in Him to dwell
For I know whate’er fall me
Jesus doeth all things well

All of the way my Savior leads me
And He cheers each winding path I tread
Gives me strength for every trial
And He feeds me with the living bread
And though my weary steps may falter
And my soul a-thirst may be
Gushing from a rock before me
Though a spirit joy I see

And all the way my Savior leads me
Oh, the fullness of His love
Perfect rest in me is promised
In my Father’s house above
When my spirit clothed immortal
Wings it’s flight through the realms of the day
This my song through endless ages
Jesus led me all the way

Songwriter: Richard Mullins (1991)

Music used with permission from The music performer(s) may not agree with the theological positions of this site.

Photo: Marge McCoy

Blessed Hour of Prayer

Blessed Hour of Prayer

Tis the blessèd hour of prayer, when our hearts lowly bend,
And we gather to Jesus, our Saviour and Friend;
If we come to Him in faith, His protection to share,
What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there!

Blessèd hour of prayer,
Blessèd hour of prayer;
What a balm for the weary!
O how sweet to be there!

’Tis the blessèd hour of prayer, when the Savior draws near,
With a tender compassion His children to hear;
When He tells us we may cast at His feet every care,
What a balm for the weary, O how sweet to be there! (Refrain)

’Tis the blessèd hour of prayer, when the tempted and tried
To the Savior Who loves them their sorrow confide;
With a sympathizing heart He removes every care;
What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there! (Refrain)

At the blessèd hour of prayer, trusting Him we believe
That the blessing we’re needing we’ll surely receive;
In the fullness of this trust we shall lose every care;
What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there! (Refrain)

Author: Fanny Crosby

Music used with permission from The music performer(s) may not agree with the theological positions of this site.

Photo: Marge McCoy

He Leadeth Me

He Leadeth Me

He leadeth me! O blessed thought,
O words with heav’nly comfort fraught;
Whate’er I do, where’er I be,
Still ’tis Christ’s hand that leadeth me.

He leadeth me! He leadeth me!
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.

Sometimes ’mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters still, o’er troubled sea,
Still ’tis His hand that leadeth me.

Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine,
Nor ever murmur or repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since it is Thou that leadest me.

And when my task on earth is done,
When, by Thy grace, the vict’ry’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since Thou in triumph leadest me.

Lyrics: Joseph Henry Gilmore (1834-1918)
Music: William Batchelder Bradbury (1816-1868)

Audio: Stephen Sollars
Photo: Marge McCoy

Like a Garden

Thy Word is Like a Garden, Lord

Thy Word is like a garden, Lord,
With flowers bright and fair;
And everyone who seeks may pluck
A lovely cluster there.
Thy Word is like a deep, deep mine;
And jewels rich and rare
Are hidden in its mighty depths
For every searcher there.

O may I love Thy precious Word,
May I explore the mine,
May I its fragrant flowers glean,
May light upon me shine.
O may I find my armor there,
Thy Word my trusty sword;
I’ll learn to fight with every foe
The battle of the Lord.

Author: Edwin Hodder (1863)
Tune: BETHLEHEM (Fink)
Photo: Marge McCoy


I Stand Amazed In the Presence

I stand amazed in the presence
Of Jesus the Nazarene,
And wonder how He could love me,
A sinner condemned, unclean.

Refrain: How marvelous! How wonderful!
And my song shall ever be:
How marvelous! How wonderful!
Is my Savior’s love for me!

For me it was in the garden,
He prayed: “Not my will, but Thine.”
He had no tears for His own griefs,
But sweat-drops of blood for mine.

He took my sins and my sorrows,
He made them His very own;
He bore the burden to Calv’ry,
And suffered, and died alone.

When with the ransomed in glory
His face I at last shall see,
’Twill be my joy through the ages
To sing of His love for me.

Lyrics: Charles Hutchinson Gabriel (1856-1932)
Music: Charles Hutchinson Gabriel (1856-1932) \
Photo: Marge McCoy

Changing Scenes

Through All the Changing Scenes of Life

Through all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.

Oh, magnify the Lord with me,
With me exalt His name;
When in distress to Him I called,
He to my rescue came.

Fear Him, ye saints, and you will then
Have nothing else to fear;
Make you His service your delight,
Your wants shall be His care.

Lyrics: Tate and Brady
Music: George Thomas Smart (1776-1867)
Photo: Lynn Tackett Wilber

God of Our Fathers

God of Our Fathers

God of the ages, whose almighty hand
leads forth in beauty all the starry band
of shining worlds in splendor through the skies,
our grateful songs before thy throne arise.

Thy love divine hath led us in the past;
in this free land with thee our lot is cast;
be thou our ruler, guardian, guide, and stay,
thy Word our law, thy paths our chosen way.

From war’s alarms, from deadly pestilence,
be thy strong arm our ever sure defense;
thy true religion in our hearts increase;
thy bounteous goodness nourish us in peace.

Refresh thy people on their toilsome way;
lead us from night to never-ending day;
fill all our lives with love and grace divine,
and glory, laud, and praise be ever thine.

Author: Daniel C. Roberts (1876)
Composer: George William Warren (1876)
Photo: Marge McCoy