Christian Music

1. And can it be that I should gain
   an interest 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, shouldst die for me?
   Amazing love! How can it be
   that thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
2. 'Tis mystery all: th' Immortal dies!
   Who can explore his strange design?
   In vain the firstborn seraph tries
   to sound the depths of love divine.
   'Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
   let angel minds inquire no more.
   'Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
   let angel minds inquire no more.
3. 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!
   'Tis mercy all, immense and free,
   for O my God, it found out me!
4. Long my imprisoned sprit lay,
   fast bound in sin and nature's night;
   thine eye diffused a quickening ray;
   I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
   my chains fell off, my heart was free,
   I rose, went forth, and followed thee.
   My chains fell off, my heart was free,
   I rose, went forth, and followed thee.
   
5. 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.
   Bold I approach th' eternal throne,
   and claim the crown, through Christ my own.

Words by: Charles Wesley
Music by: Thomas Campbell

1. Jesus, Savior, pilot me
   over life's tempestuous sea;
   unknown waves before me roll,
   hiding rock and treacherous shoal.
   Chart and compass come from thee;
   Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
2. As a mother stills her child,
   thou canst hush the ocean wild;
   boisterous waves obey thy will,
   when thou sayest to them, "Be still!"
   Wondrous sovereign of the sea,
   Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
3. When at last I near the shore,
   and the fearful breakers roar
   'twixt me and the peaceful rest,
   then, while leaning on thy breast,
   may I hear thee say to me,
   "Fear not, I will pilot thee."

Words by: Edward Hopper
Music by: John E. Gould

1. Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
   does its successive journeys run;
   his kingdom spread from shore to shore,
   till moons shall wax and wane no more.
2. To Jesus endless prayer be made,
   and endless praises crown his head;
   his name like sweet perfume shall rise
   with every morning sacrifice.
3. People and realms of every tongue
   dwell on his love with sweetest song;
   and infant voices shall proclaim
   their early blessings on his name.
4. Blessings abound where'er he reigns;
   all prisoners leap and loose their chains;
   the weary find eternal rest,
   and all who suffer want are blest.
5. Let every creature rise and bring
   honors peculiar to our King;
   angels descend with songs again,
   and earth repeat the loud amen!

Words by: Isaac Watts
Music by: John Hatton

1. O for a thousand tongues to sing
   my great Redeemer's praise,
   the glories of my God and King,
   the triumphs of his grace!
2. My gracious Master and my God,
   assist me to proclaim,
   to spread through all the earth abroad
   the honors of thy name.
3. Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
   that bids our sorrows cease;
   'tis music in the sinner's ears,
   'tis life, and health, and peace.
4. He breaks the power of canceled sin,
   he sets the prisoner free;
   his blood can make the foulest clean;
   his blood availed for me.
5. He speaks, and listening to his voice,
   new life the dead receive;
   the mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
   the humble poor believe.
6. Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
   your loosened tongues employ;
   ye blind, behold your savior come,
   and leap, ye lame, for joy.
7. In Christ, your head, you then shall know,
   shall feel your sins forgiven;
   anticipate your heaven below,
   and own that love is heaven.

Words by: Charles Wesley
Music by: Carl G. Glaser; arr. by Lowell Mason

1. What a friend we have in Jesus,
   all our sins and griefs to bear!
   What a privilege to carry
   everything to God in prayer!
   O what peace we often forfeit,
   O what needless pain we bear,
   all because we do not carry
   everything to God in prayer.
2. Have we trials and temptations?
   Is there trouble anywhere?
   We should never be discouraged;
   take it to the Lord in prayer.
   Can we find a friend so faithful
   who will all our sorrows share?
   Jesus knows our every weakness;
   take it to the Lord in prayer.
3. Are we weak and heavy laden,
   cumbered with a load of care?
   Precious Savior, still our refuge;
   take it to the Lord in prayer.
   Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
   Take it to the Lord in prayer!
   In his arms he'll take and shield thee;
   thou wilt find a solace there.

Words by: Joseph M. Scriven
Music by: Charles C. Converse

1. The sha - dow of death kept us i - n the night;
   As we sat in dark - ness, we saw a great Light.
   He came by a vir - gin, and not by Jo - seph;
   Who did not sleep with her till af - ter Christ's birth.
2. Shep - herds in the fields, watched their she - ep at night;
   The Lord's shin - ing glo - ry gave them a big fright!
   An angel then told them a - bout the Lord's birth;
   He brought light to all that come in - to the earth.
3. His star led the wise men, they knew the good news;
   "Where is He who has been born King of the Jews?"
   They came and all fell down to wor - ship the King;
   They of - fered gifts to Him who made ev' - ry - thing.
4. In a hum - ble feed trough, the true Light was born;
   And thir - ty years la - ter, wore a crown of thorns.
   Walk while you have His light, lest dark - ness catch you!
   Be - lieve in the light; be - come sons of light too.

The words of "The True Light" may be freely copied without alteration.

1. Hark! the herald angels sing,
   "Glory to the new-born King,
   Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
   God and sinners reconciled!"
   Joyful, all you nations, rise,
   Join the triumph of the skys,
   With the angelic host proclaim,
   "Christ is born in Bethlehem!"
   Hark! the herald angels sing,
   "Glory to the new-born King!"
2. Christ, by highest heaven adored,
   Christ, the everlasting Lord,
   Long desired, behold Him come,
   Offspring of the virgin's womb!
   Veiled in flesh the God-head see,
   Hail the incarnate Deity,
   Pleased as man with men to dwell,
   Jesus our Immanuel!
   Hark! the herald angels sing,
   "Glory to the new-born King!"
3. Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace,
   Hail, the Sun of Righteousness,
   Light and life to all He brings,
   Risen with healing in His wings!
   Mild He lays His glory by,
   Born that man no more may die,
   Born to raise the sons of earth,
   born to give them second birth!
   Hark! the herald angels sing,
   "Glory to the new-born King!"

Words by: Charles Wesley
Music by: Felix Mendelssohn