Hymns that touch my heart

These are some of the hymns that touch my heart. Some of them have been an encouragement to me during very difficult times.

He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater – Annie Johnson Flint (1866-1932)

1) He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,

He sendeth more strength when the labors increase,

To added affliction He addeth His mercy,

To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace.

2) When we have exhausted our store of endurance,

When our strength has failed ere the day is half-done,

When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,

Our Father’s full giving is only begun.

3) His love has no limit, His grace has no measure,

His power no boundary known unto men,

For out of His infinite riches in Jesus,

He giveth and giveth and giveth again.

There were ninety and nine that safely lay – Elizabeth Cecilia Clephane (1830-1869)

1) There were ninety and nine that safely lay

In the shelter of the flock,

But one was out on the hills away,

Far off in the cold and dark;

Away on the mountains wild and bare,

Away from the tender Shepherd’s care.

2) “Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine;

Are they not enough for Thee?”

But the Shepherd made answer: “This of Mine

Has wandered away from Me;

And although the road be rough and steep,

I go to the desert to find My sheep.”

3) But none of the ransomed ever knew

How deep were the waters crossed;

Nor how dark was the night which the Lord passed through

Ere He found His sheep that was lost.

Out in the bleak desert He heard its cry—

All bleeding and helpless, and ready to die.

4) “Lord, whence are those blood-drops all the way

That mark out the mountain’s track?”

“They were shed for one who had gone astray

Ere the Shepherd could bring him back.”

“Lord, whence are Thy hands so rent and torn?”

“They’re pierced tonight by many a thorn.”

5) And all through the mountains, thunder-riven,

And up from the rocky steep,

There arose a cry to the gate of heaven,

“Rejoice! I have found My sheep!”

And the angels echoed around the throne,

“Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!”

Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus – Louisa M. R. Stead (circa 1850-1917)

1) ’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.


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.

2) 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.

3) Yes, ’tis sweet to trust in Jesus,

Just from sin and self to cease;

Just from Jesus simply taking

Life, and rest, and joy, and peace.

4) 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 is all the world to me – Will Lamartine Thompson (1847-1909)

1) Jesus is all the world to me:

My life, my joy, my all.

He is my strength from day to day;

Without Him I would fall.

When I am sad, to Him I go;

No other one can cheer me so.

When I am sad, He makes me glad;

He’s my Friend.

2) Jesus is all the world to me,

My Friend in trials sore.

I go to Him for blessings, and

He gives them o’er and o’er.

He sends the sunshine and the rain;

He sends the harvest’s golden grain:

Sunshine and rain, harvest of grain—

He’s my Friend.

3) Jesus is all the world to me,

And true to Him I’ll be.

Oh, how could I this Friend deny

When He’s so true to me?

Following Him I know I’m right;

He watches o’er me day and night.

Following Him by day and night,

He’s my Friend.

4) Jesus is all the world to me,

I want no better friend.

I trust Him now; I’ll trust Him when

Life’s fleeting days shall end.

Beautiful life with such a Friend;

Beautiful life that has no end!

Eternal life, eternal joy,

He’s my Friend.

Come, Ye Sinners, Poor and Needy – Joseph Hart, pub.1759

1) Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,

Weak and wounded, sick and sore;

Jesus ready stands to save you,

Full of pity, love and pow’r.


I will arise and go to Jesus,

He will embrace me in His arms;

In the arms of my dear Savior,

Oh, there are ten thousand charms.

2) Come, ye thirsty, come, and welcome,

God’s free bounty glorify;

True belief and true repentance,

Every grace that brings you nigh.

3) Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,

Lost and ruined by the fall;

If you tarry till you’re better,

You will never come at all.

4) View Him prostrate in the garden;

On the ground your Maker lies;

On the bloody tree behold Him;

Sinner, will this not suffice?

5) Lo! th’ incarnate God ascended,

Pleads the merit of His blood:

Venture on Him, venture wholly,

Let no other trust intrude.

6) Let not conscience make you linger,

Not of fitness fondly dream;

All the fitness He requireth

Is to feel your need of Him.

There was One who was willing – Mrs. Frank A. Breck (1855-1934)

1) There was One who was willing to die in my stead,

That a soul so unworthy might live,

And the path to the cross He was willing to tread

All the sins of my life to forgive.


They were borne on the cross,

They were borne on the cross,

O how much He was willing to bear!

With what anguish and loss,

Jesus went to the cross!

But He carried my sins with Him there.

2) He is tender and loving and patient with me,

While He cleanses my heart of its dross;

But “there’s no condemnation,” I know I am free,

For my sins were all borne on the cross.

3) I will cling to my Savior and never depart—

I will joyfully journey each day,

With a song on my lips and a song in my heart,

That my sins have been taken away.

Does Jesus care – Frank E. Graeff 1901

1) Does Jesus care when my heart is pained

Too deeply for mirth or song,

As the burdens press, and the cares distress,

And the way grows weary and long?


2) Oh, yes, He cares, I know He cares,

His heart is touched with my grief;

When the days are weary, the long nights dreary,

I know my Savior cares.

3) Does Jesus care when my way is dark

With a nameless dread and fear?

As the daylight fades into deep night shades,

Does He care enough to be near?

4) Does Jesus care when I’ve tried and failed

To resist some temptation strong;

When for my deep grief there is no relief,

Though my tears flow all the night long?

5) Does Jesus care when I’ve said “goodbye”

To the dearest on earth to me,

And my sad heart aches till it nearly breaks—

Is it aught to Him? Does He see?

In the sweet by and by – Sanford F. Bennett 1868

1) There’s a land that is fairer than day,

And by faith we can see it afar;

For the Father waits over the way

To prepare us a dwelling place there.


In the sweet by and by,

We shall meet on that beautiful shore;

In the sweet by and by,

We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

2) We shall sing on that beautiful shore

The melodious songs of the blessed;

And our spirits shall sorrow no more,

Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.

3) To our bountiful Father above,

We will offer our tribute of praise

For the glorious gift of His love

And the blessings that hallow our days.

What God has primised – Annie J Flint 1919.

1) God has not promised skies always blue,

Flower-strewn pathways all our lives


God has not promised sun without rain,

Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.


But God has promised strength for the day,

Rest for the labor, light for the way,

Grace for the trials, help from above,

Unfailing kindness, undying love.

2) God has not promised we shall not know

Toil and temptation, trouble and woe;

He has not told us we shall not bear

Many a burden, many a care.

3) God has not promised smooth roads and wide,

Swift, easy travel, needing no guide;

Never a mountain rocky and steep,

Never a river turbid and deep.

I know whom I have believed – D. W. Whittle 1883

1) I know not why God’s wondrous grace

To me He hath made known,

Nor why, unworthy, Christ in love

Redeemed me for His own.


But “I know Whom I have believed,

And am persuaded that He is able

To keep that which I’ve committed

Unto Him against that day.”

2) I know not how this saving faith

To me He did impart,

Nor how believing in His Word

Wrought peace within my heart.

3) I know not how the Spirit moves,

Convincing men of sin,

Revealing Jesus through the Word,

Creating faith in Him.

4) I know not what of good or ill

May be reserved for me,

Of weary ways or golden days,

Before His face I see.

5) I know not when my Lord may come,

At night or noonday fair,

Nor if I walk the vale with Him,

Or meet Him in the air.

I know that my Redeemer liveth – Jessie B. Pounds 1893

1) I know that my Redeemer liveth,

And on the earth again shall stand;

I know eternal life He giveth,

That grace and power are in His hand.


I know, I know, that Jesus liveth,

And on the earth again shall stand;

I know, I know, that life He giveth,

That grace and power are in His hand.

2) I know His promise never faileth,

The Word He speaks, it cannot die;

Though cruel death my flesh assaileth,

Yet I shall see Him by and by.

3) I know my mansion He prepareth,

That where He is there I may be;

O wondrous thought, for me He careth,

And He at last will come for me.

At Calvary – William R. Newell, pub. 1895

1) Years I spent in vanity and pride,

Caring not my Lord was crucified,

Knowing not it was for me He died

On Calvary.


Mercy there was great, and grace was free;

Pardon there was multiplied to me;

There my burdened soul found liberty

At Calvary.

2) By God’s Word at last my sin I learned;

Then I trembled at the law I’d spurned,

Till my guilty soul imploring turned

To Calvary.

3) Now I’ve giv’n to Jesus everything,

Now I gladly own Him as my King,

Now my raptured soul can only sing

Of Calvary!

4) Oh, the love that drew salvation’s plan!

Oh, the grace that brought it down to man!

Oh, the mighty gulf that God did span

At Calvary

There’s within my heart a melody – Luther B. Bridgers , 1910

1) There’s within my heart a melody

Jesus whispers sweet and low,

Fear not, I am with thee, peace, be still,

In all of life’s ebb and flow.


Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,

Sweetest Name I know,

Fills my every longing,

Keeps me singing as I go.

2) All my life was wrecked by sin and strife,

Discord filled my heart with pain,

Jesus swept across the broken strings,

Stirred the slumb’ring chords again.

3) Feasting on the riches of His grace,

Resting ’neath His shelt’ring wing,

Always looking on His smiling face,

That is why I shout and sing.

4) Though sometimes He leads through

waters deep,

Trials fall across the way,

Though sometimes the path seems rough

and steep,

See His footprints all the way.

5) Soon He’s coming back to welcome me,

Far beyond the starry sky;

I shall wing my flight to worlds unknown,

I shall reign with Him on high.

Sing the wondrous love of Jesus – Eliza E. Hewitt , pub. 1898

1) Sing the wondrous love of Jesus,

Sing His mercy and His grace;

In the mansions bright and blessed

He’ll prepare for us a place.


When we all get to heaven,

What a day of rejoicing that will be!

When we all see Jesus,

We’ll sing and shout the victory!

2) While we walk the pilgrim pathway,

Clouds will overspread the sky;

But when trav’ling days are over,

Not a shadow, not a sigh.

3) Let us then be true and faithful,

Trusting, serving every day;

Just one glimpse of Him in glory

Will the toils of life repay.

4) Onward to the prize before us!

Soon His beauty we’ll behold;

Soon the pearly gates will open;

We shall tread the streets of gold.

Peace, peace glorious peace – Daniel O. Teasley, 1907

1) I came defiled and guilty

To Jesus the mighty to save;

He took my sins and sorrows,

And beauty for ashes gave.


Peace, peace, glorious peace,

Like tranquil waters flow;

Streaming down over my heart,

Made white as the driven snow.

2) I came to Jesus repenting,

Confessing my every sin,

My heart’s door swung wide open,

And glorious peace flowed in.

3) And since that joyful moment

Of glorious peace to me,

My soul has ceased its pining,

My heart has been light and free.

4) Roll on, ye changing seasons,

Or turbulent seas of sin;

I’ve found a blessed shelter,

And glorious peace within.

Take the world, but give me Jesus – Fanny Crosby

1) Take the world, but give me Jesus,

All its joys are but a name;

But His love abideth ever,

Through eternal years the same.


Oh, the height and depth of mercy!

Oh, the length and breadth of love!

Oh, the fullness of redemption,

Pledge of endless life above!

2) Take the world, but give me Jesus,

Sweetest comfort of my soul;

With my Savior watching o’er me,

I can sing though billows roll.

3) Take the world, but give me Jesus,

Let me view His constant smile;

Then throughout my pilgrim journey

Light will cheer me all the while.

4) Take the world, but give me Jesus;

In His cross my trust shall be,

Till, with clearer, brighter vision,

Face to face my Lord I see.

O Love that wilt not let me go – George Mattheson 1882

1) O Love that wilt not let me go,

I rest my weary soul in thee;

I give thee back the life I owe,

That in thine ocean depths its flow

May richer, fuller be.

2) O light that foll’west all my way,

I yield my flick’ring torch to thee;

My heart restores its borrowed ray,

That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day

May brighter, fairer be.

3) O Joy that seekest me through pain,

I cannot close my heart to thee;

I trace the rainbow through the rain,

And feel the promise is not vain,

That morn shall tearless be.

4) O Cross that liftest up my head,

I dare not ask to fly from thee;

I lay in dust life’s glory dead,

And from the ground there blossoms red

Life that shall endless be.

There is a name I love to hear – Frederick Whitfield (1829-1904)

1) There is a name I love to hear,

I love to sing its worth;

It sounds like music in mine ear,

The sweetest name on earth.


Oh, how I love Jesus,

Oh, how I love Jesus,

Oh, how I love Jesus,

Because He first loved me!

2) It tells me of a Savior’s love,

Who died to set me free;

It tells me of His precious blood,

The sinner’s perfect plea.

3) It tells me what my Father hath,

In store for every day,

And though I tread a darksome path,

Yields sunshine all the way.

4) It tells of One whose loving heart

Can feel my deepest woe,

Who in each sorrow bears a part

That none can bear below.

Rock of Ages, cleft for me – Augustus Montague Toplady (1740-1778)

1) Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in Thee;

Let the water and the blood,

From Thy riven side which flowed,

Be of sin the double cure,

Save me from its guilt and power.

2) Not the labor of my hands

Can fulfill Thy law’s demands;

Could my zeal no respite know,

Could my tears forever flow,

All could never sin erase,

Thou must save, and save by grace.

3) Nothing in my hands I bring,

Simply to Thy cross I cling;

Naked, come to Thee for dress,

Helpless, look to Thee for grace:

Foul, I to the fountain fly,

Wash me, Savior, or I die.

4) While I draw this fleeting breath,

When mine eyes shall close in death,

When I soar to worlds unknown,

See Thee on Thy judgment throne,

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in Thee.

The love of God is greater far

1) The love of God is greater far

Than tongue or pen can ever tell.

It goes beyond the highest star

And reaches to the lowest hell.

The guilty pair, bowed down with care,

God gave His Son to win;

His erring child He reconciled

And pardoned from his sin.


O love of God, how rich and pure!

How measureless and strong!

It shall forevermore endure—

The saints’ and angels’ song.

2) When hoary time shall pass away,

And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall;

When men who here refuse to pray,

On rocks and hills and mountains call;

God’s love, so sure, shall still endure,

All measureless and strong;

Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—

The saints’ and angels’ song.

3) Could we with ink the ocean fill,

And were the skies of parchment made;

Were every stalk on earth a quill,

And every man a scribe by trade;

To write the love of God above

Would drain the ocean dry;

Nor could the scroll contain the whole,

Though stretched from sky to sky.

The old rugged cross – George Bennard (1873-1958)

1) 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.


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.

2) Oh, that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,

Has a wondrous attraction for me;

For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above,

To bear it to dark Calvary.

3) In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,

A wondrous beauty I see;

For ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,

To pardon and sanctify me.

What can wash away my sin – Robert Lowry (1826-1899)

1) 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.

2) For my cleansing this I see—

Nothing but the blood of Jesus!

For my pardon this my plea—

Nothing but the blood of Jesus!

3) Nothing can my sin erase

Nothing but the blood of Jesus!

Naught of works, ’tis all of grace—

Nothing but the blood of Jesus!

4) This is all my hope and peace—

Nothing but the blood of Jesus!

This is all my righteousness—

Nothing but the blood of Jesus!

I’ve found a Friend, oh, such a Friend – James Grindlay Small (1817-1888)

1) I’ve found a Friend, oh, such a Friend!

He loved me ere I knew Him;

He drew me with the cords of love,

And thus He bound me to Him.

And round my heart still closely twine

Those ties which naught can sever,

For I am His, and He is mine,

Forever and forever.

2) I’ve found a Friend, oh, such a Friend!

He bled, He died to save me;

And not alone the gift of life,

But His own self He gave me.

Naught that I have my own I call,

I hold it for the Giver;

My heart, my strength, my life, my all,

Are His, and His forever.

3) I’ve found a Friend, oh, such a Friend!

So kind, and true, and tender,

So wise a Counsellor and Guide,

So mighty a Defender!

From Him who loves me now so well,

What power my soul can sever?

Shall life or death, or earth or hell?

No? I am His forever.

Jesus, the very thought of Thee – Bernard of Clairvaux (1090-1153)

1) Jesus, the very thought of Thee

With sweetness fills my breast;

But sweeter far Thy face to see,

And in Thy presence rest.

2) Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,

Nor can the memory find

A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,

O Savior of mankind!

3) O Hope of every contrite heart,

O Joy of all the meek,

To those who fall, how kind Thou art!

How good to those who seek!

4) But what to those who find? Ah, this

Nor tongue nor pen can show;

The love of Jesus, what it is

None but His loved ones know.

5) O Jesus! light of all below!

Thou fount of life and fire!

Surpassing all the joys we know,

And all we can desire.

6) No other source have we but Thee,

Soul-thirst to satisfy.

Exhaustless spring! the waters free!

All other streams are dry.

7) Jesus, our only Joy be Thou,

As Thou our Prize wilt be;

Jesus, be Thou our Glory now,

And through eternity.

Jesus, lover of my soul – Charles Wesley (1707-1788)

1) Jesus, lover of my soul,

Let me to Thy bosom fly,

While the nearer waters roll,

While the tempest still is high:

Hide me, O my Savior, hide,

Till the storm of life is past;

Safe into the haven guide;

O receive my soul at last.

2) Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;

Leave, oh, leave me not alone,

Still support and comfort me.

All my trust on Thee is stayed,

All my help from Thee I bring;

Cover my defenseless head

With the shadow of Thy wing.

3) Thou, O Christ, art all I want;

More than all in Thee I find;

Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick and lead the blind.

Just and holy is Thy name,

I am all unrighteousness;

Vile and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.

4) Plenteous grace with Thee is found,

Grace to cover all my sin;

Let the healing streams abound;

Make and keep me pure within.

Thou of life the fountain art,

Freely let me take of Thee;

Spring Thou up within my heart,

Rise to all eternity.

One sat alone beside the highway begging – Oswald Jeffrey Smith (1889-1986)

1) One sat alone beside the highway begging,

His eyes were blind, the light he could not see;

He clutched his rags and shivered in the shadows,

Then Jesus came and bade his darkness flee.


When Jesus comes the tempter’s pow’r is broken;

When Jesus comes the tears are wiped away.

He takes the gloom and fills the life with glory,

For all is changed when Jesus comes to stay.

2) From home and friends the evil spirits drove him,

Among the tombs he dwelt in misery;

He cut himself as demon pow’rs possessed him,

Then Jesus came and set the captive free.

3) “Unclean! unclean!” the leper cried in torment,

The deaf, the dumb, in helplessness stood near;

The fever raged, disease had gripped its victim,

Then Jesus came and cast out every fear.

4) Their hearts were sad as in the tomb they laid him,

For death had come and taken him away;

Their night was dark and bitter tears were falling,

Then Jesus came and night was turned to day.

5) So men today have found the Savior able,

They could not conquer passion, lust and sin;

Their broken hearts had left them sad and lonely,

Then Jesus came and dwelt, Himself, within.

It is well – Horatio Gates Spafford (1828-1888)

1) When peace like a river attendeth my way,

When sorrows like sea billows roll;

Whatever my lot Thou hast 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!

2) Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,

Let this blest assurance control,

That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,

And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

3) My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought—

My sin, not in part, but the whole,

Is nailed to His Cross, and I bear it no more;

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

4) For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live;

If dark hours about me shall roll,

No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life

Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

Look to Jesus, weary one – Philip Paul Bliss (1838-1876)

1) Look to Jesus, weary one,

Look and live! look and live!

Look at what the Lord has done,

Look and live!

See Him lifted on the tree,

Look and live! look and live!

Hear Him say, “Look unto Me!”

Look and live!


Look! the Lord is lifted high,

Look to Him, He’s ever nigh;

Look and live! why will ye die?

Look and live!

2) Though unworthy, vile, unclean,

Look and live! look and live!

Look away from self and sin,

Look and live!

Long by Satan’s power enslaved,

Look and live! look and live!

Look to Me, ye shall be saved,

Look and live!

3) Though you’ve wandered far away,

Look and live! look and live!

Harden not your heart today,

Look and live!

’Tis thy Father calls thee home,

Look and live! look and live!

Whosoever will may come,

Look and live!

Of Jesus’ love that sought me – Lelia Naylor Morris (1862-1929)

1) Of Jesus’ love that sought me,

When I was lost in sin;

Of wondrous grace that brought me

Back to His fold again;

Of heights and depths of mercy,

Far deeper than the sea,

And higher than the heavens,

My theme shall ever be.


Sweeter as the years go by,

Sweeter as the years go by;

Richer, fuller, deeper,

Jesus’ love is sweeter,

Sweeter as the years go by.

2) He trod in old Judea

Life’s pathway long ago;

The people thronged about Him,

His saving grace to know.

He healed the broken-hearted,

And caused the blind to see;

And still His great heart yearneth

In love for even me.

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