Hymn Lyrics

Are you washed in the blood?

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

Ancient of Days

Blessing and honor, glory and power Be unto the Ancient of Days From every nation, all of creation, Bow before the Ancient of Days Every tongue in heaven and earth shall declare Your glory Every knee shall bow at your throne in worship You will be exalted O God And Your kingdom shall not pass away O Ancient of Days

Alleluia

Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia! He’s my Savior! He’s my Savior! He’s my Savior! He is Worthy! He is Worthy! He is Worthy! I will Praise Him! I will Praise Him! I will Praise Him!

All Things Bright and Beautiful – Cecil Alexander (1848)

Refrain All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful: The Lord God made them all. Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colors, He made their tiny wings. Refrain [Most hymnals omit the following verse] The rich man in his castle, The poor man at his gate, He made them, high or lowly, And ordered

All That I Am

All that I am, all that I do All that I ever have I offer now to You Take and sanctyfi these gifts For your honour Lord Knowing that I love and serve You Is enough reward All that I dream All that I pray All that I ever make I give to You today.

All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name

All hail the power of Jesus’ Name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, and crown Him Lord of all. Bring forth the royal diadem, and crown Him Lord of all. Let highborn seraphs tune the lyre, and as they tune it, fall Before His face Who tunes their choir, and crown Him Lord of all. Before His

Abide With Me – Henry Lyte (1847)

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide. When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me. Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day; Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see; O Thou who changest not, abide with me. Not

A Call To Prayer – Clara M. Brooks (1914)

  Softly the evening vespers Hallow the closing day; Sweetly the Savior whispers, “Come to the throne and pray." Refrain: Softly I hear Him calling, Calling at close of day; Sweetly His tones are falling, “Come to the throne and pray." Come, ere the shadows lengthen, Bring Him thy burdened heart; Come where His grace may strengthen, Come from thy cares apart. Smiles of His love await thee, Lighting His

Amazing Grace – John Newton (1779)

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! Through many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come; ’Tis grace hath brought me

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