There is a Fountain

Posted on Jul 29 , 2010 in The Hymnettes

There is a Fountain By William Cowper

There is a fountain filled with blood
drawn from Emmanuel’s veins;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
lose all their guilty stains.
Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day;
And there have I, though vile as he,
washed all my sins away.
Washed all my sins away, washed all my sins away;
And there have I, though vile as he,
washed all my sins away.

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed church of God
be saved, to sin no more.
Be saved, to sin no more, be saved, to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed church of God
be saved, to sin no more.

E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
and shall be till I die.
And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme,
and shall be till I die.

 

Nothing But the Blood

Posted on Jun 04 , 2010 in The Hymnettes

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.

Chorus

Oh! precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

For my pardon, this I see,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
For my cleansing this my plea,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Nothing can for sin atone,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
Naught of good that I have done,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

This is all my hope and peace,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
This is all my righteousness,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

 

We Will Understand It Better By And By

Posted on May 12 , 2010 in The Hymnettes

We Will Understand It Better By And By

We are often tossed and driven
on the restless sea of time;
Somber skies and howling tempests
oft succeed a bright sunshine;
In that land of perfect day,
when the mists have rolled away,
We will understand it better by and by.

By and by, when the morning comes,
When the saints of God are gathered home,
We’ll tell the story how we’ve overcome,
For we’ll understand it better by and by.

We are often destitute of the things that life demands,
Want of food and want of shelter,
thirsty hills and barren lands;
We are trusting in the Lord, and according to God’s Word,
We will understand it better by and by.

Trials dark on every hand, and we cannot understand
All the ways that God could lead us
to that blessed promised land;
But He guides us with His eye, and we’ll follow till we die,
For we’ll understand it better by and by.

Temptations, hidden snares often take us unawares,
And our hearts are made to bleed
for a thoughtless word or deed;
And we wonder why the test when we try to do our best,
But we’ll understand it better by and by

 

How Deep the Father’s Love for Us

Posted on Apr 14 , 2010 in The Hymnettes

    How Deep the Father’s Love for Us

    How deep the Father’s love for us,
    How vast beyond all measure
    That He should give His only Son
    To make a wretch His treasure

    How great the pain of searing loss,
    The Father turns His face away
    As wounds which mar the chosen One,
    Bring many sons to glory

    Behold the Man upon a cross,
    My sin upon His shoulders
    Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
    Call out among the scoffers

    It was my sin that held Him there
    Until it was accomplished
    His dying breath has brought me life
    I know that it is finished

    I will not boast in anything
    No gifts, no power, no wisdom
    But I will boast in Jesus Christ
    His death and resurrection

    Why should I gain from His reward?
    I cannot give an answer
    But this I know with all my heart
    His wounds have paid my ransom
    (REPEAT)

     

    What a Friend We Have In Jesus

    Posted on Apr 07 , 2010 in The Hymnettes

      What a Friend We Have In Jesus

      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.

      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.

      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.

      Blessed Savior, Thou hast promised
      Thou wilt all our burdens bear;
      May we ever, Lord, be bringing
      All to Thee in earnest prayer.
      Soon in glory bright, unclouded,
      There will be no need for prayer—
      Rapture, praise, and endless worship
      Will be our sweet portion there

       

      He Lives!

      Posted on Mar 31 , 2010 in The Hymnettes


        HE LIVES!

        I serve a risen Savior, He’s in the world today;
        I know that He is living, whatever men may say;
        I see His hand of mercy, I hear His voice of cheer,
        And just the time I need Him He’s always near.

        He lives, He lives,
        Christ Jesus lives today!
        He walks with me and talks with me
        Along life’s narrow way.
        He lives, He lives, salvation impart!
        You ask me how I know He lives?
        He lives within my heart.

        In all the world around me I see His loving care,
        And tho’ my heart grows weary, I never will despair;
        I know that He is leading thro’ all the stormy blast,
        The day of His appearing will come at last.

        Rejoice, rejoice, O Christian, lift up your voice and sing
        Eternal hallelujahs to Jesus Christ the King!
        The Hope of all who seek Him, the Help of all who find,
        None other is so loving, so good and kind.

        When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

        Posted on Mar 24 , 2010 in The Hymnettes

          When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

          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

          See from his head, his hands, his feet
          Sorrow and love flow mingled down
          Did ever such love and sorrow meet
          Or thorns compose so rich a crown

          O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross
          Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live
          O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross
          All who gather here by grace draw near
          and bless Your name

          Sorrow and love His dying crimson, like a robe,
          Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
          Then I am dead to all the globe,
          And all the globe is dead to me.

          Were the whole realm of nature mine
          That were an offering far too small
          Love so amazing, so divine
          Demands my soul, my life, my all.

          AT THE CROSS

          Posted on Mar 19 , 2010 in The Hymnettes

          AT THE CROSS

          Alas and Did My Savior Bleed?
          And did my Sovereign die?
          Would He devote that sacred Head
          For such a worm as I?

          Refrain:
          At the cross, At the cross
          Where I first saw the Light
          And the burden of my heart rolled away
          It was there by Faith I received my sight,
          And now I am happy all the day!

          Was it for crimes that I have done
          He groaned upon the tree?
          Amazing pity! Grace unknown!
          And Love beyond degree!

          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!

          Glory To His Name

          Posted on Mar 11 , 2010 in The Hymnettes

            Glory To His Name

            Down at the cross where my Savior died,
            Down where for cleansing from sin I cried,
            There to my heart was the blood applied;
            Glory to His Name!

            Glory to His Name, glory to His Name:
            There to my heart was the blood applied;
            Glory to His Name!

            I am so wondrously saved from sin,
            Jesus so sweetly abides within;
            There at the cross where He took me in;
            Glory to His Name!

            Oh, precious fountain that saves from sin,
            I am so glad I have entered in;
            There Jesus saves me and keeps me clean;
            Glory to His Name!

            Come to this fountain so rich and sweet,
            Cast thy poor soul at the Savior’s feet;
            Plunge in today, and be made complete;
            Glory to His Name!

            Are You Washed in the Blood of the Lamb?

            Posted on Mar 04 , 2010 in The Hymnettes

              Are you Washed in the Blood of the Lamb?

              Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power?
              Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
              Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour?
              Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

              Refrain
              Are you washed in the blood,
              In the soul cleansing blood of the Lamb?
              Are your garments spotless? Are they white as snow?
              Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

              Are you walking daily by the Savior’s side?
              Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
              Do you rest each moment in the Crucified?
              Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

              Lay aside the garments that are stained with sin,
              And be washed in the blood of the Lamb;
              There’s a fountain flowing for the soul unclean,
              O be washed in the blood of the Lamb!