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Hymns of Hope Playlist
Revive Us Again
'Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus
For the Beauty of the Earth
It is Well with My Soul
At the Cross (Alas and Did My Savior Bleed)
Amazing Grace
O Sacred Head Now Wounded
Nothing But the Blood
The Old Rugged Cross
How Great Thou Art
Revive Us Again
We praise Thee, O God, for the Son of Thy love,
For Jesus who died and is now gone above.
Hallelujah, Thine the glory! Hallelujah, amen!
Hallelujah, Thine the glory! Revive us again.
All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain,
Who has borne all our sins and has cleansed ev’ry stain.
Hallelujah, Thine the glory! Hallelujah, amen!
Hallelujah, Thine the glory! Revive us again.
Revive us again, fill each heart with Thy love;
May each soul be rekindled with fire from above.
Hallelujah, Thine the glory! Hallelujah, amen!
Hallelujah, Thine the glory! Revive us again.
‘Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus
‘Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just to take Him at His word,
Just to rest upon His promise,
Just to know ‘Thus saith the Lord.’
O how sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just to trust His cleansing blood,
Just in simple faith to plunge me
‘Neath the healing, cleansing flood!
Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him!
How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er!
Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
O for grace to trust Him more!
I’m so glad I learned to trust Thee,
Precious Jesus, Savior, Friend;
And I know that Thou art with me,
Wilt be with me to the end.
Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him!
How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er!
Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
O for grace to trust Him more!
For the Beauty of the Earth
For the beauty of the earth,
For the glory of the skies,
For the love which even from our birth
Over and around us lies;
For the wonder of each hour
Of the day and of the night,
Every hill and valley, tree and flower,
Sun and moon and stars of light:
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Lord of all to Thee we raise
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, This our song of grateful praise.
For the joy of human love,
Brother, sister, parent, child;
All our friends on earth and friends above;
For all gentle thoughts and mild:
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Lord of all to Thee we raise
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, This our song of grateful praise.
And for you, best gift divine,
To our world so freely given,
For that great and wondrous love of Thine,
Peace on earth and joy in heaven.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Lord of all to Thee we raise
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, This our song of grateful praise.
It is Well with My Soul
When peace like a river attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, You have taught me to say,
“It is well, it is well with my soul.”
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
My sin—O, the bliss of this glorious thought,
My sin—not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord, O my soul!
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend,
“Even so”—it is well with my soul.
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
At the Cross
Alas! and did my Savior bleed?
And did my Sov’reign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For sinners such as I!
Was it for crimes that I have done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
We’ll never know the deep, deep love of God.
We’ll never know the deep, deep love of God.
Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut His glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died
For man the creature’s sin.
But drops of grief can ne’er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give myself away—
‘Tis all that I can do!
We’ll never know the deep, deep love of God.
We’ll never know the deep, deep love of God.
Alas! and did my Savior bleed?
And did my Sov’reign die?
Amazing Grace
Amazing grace! how sweet the sound—
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind but now I see.
‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.
Forgiven, set free,
I can never earn it,
I’m unworthy.
I’m recreated in You
With a meaning that I never knew.
My life will be a story of Your love,
I’m a child of Yours and a reflection of grace.
Grace, amazing grace.
Thank You for Your grace, your amazing grace.
When we’ve been there then thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.
Grace, amazing grace.
Thank You for Your grace, your amazing grace.
My life will be a story of Your love,
I’m a child of Yours and a reflection of grace.
O Sacred Head Now Wounded
O sacred Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns Thine only crown:
O sacred Head, what glory!
What bliss ‘til now was Thine;
Yet though despised and gory,
I joy to call Thee mine.
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.
Nothing but the Blood
What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh! Precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
This is all my righteousness,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
This is all my hope and peace,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh! Precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
The Old Rugged Cross
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suff’ring and shame;
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.
O the old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction to me;
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.
To the old rugged cross I will ever be true,
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He’ll call me some day to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I’ll share.
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.
How Great Thou Art
Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!