Just and holy is Thy name;
I am all unrighteousness;
False and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.

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.

CHILDREN OF THE HEAVENLY KING

JOHN CENNICK, 1743

Children of the heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing!
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in His works and ways!

We are traveling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod:
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.

Lift your eyes, ye sons of light!
Zion's city is in sight:

There our endless home shall be,
There our Lord we soon shall see.

Fear not, brethren; joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son,
Bids you undismayed go on.

Lord, obediently we go,
Gladly leaving all below;

Only Thou our leader be,

And we still will follow Thee.

THE CHRISTIAN PILGRIM'S HYMN

WILLIAM WILLIAMS, 1745

Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land:
I am weak but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand:
Bread of heaven! Bread of heaven!
Feed me now and evermore!

Open now the crystal fountain
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Let the fiery cloudy pillar

Lead me all my journey through:

Strong Deliverer! Strong Deliverer!
Be thou still my strength and shield.

When I tread the verge of Jordan,

Bid my anxious fears subside; Death of deaths, and hell's destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side: Songs of praises, songs of praises, I will ever give to thee.

Musing on my habitation,

Musing on my heavenly home, Fills my soul with holy longing; Come, my Jesus, quickly come! Vanity is all I see;

Lord, I long to be with thee!

ADESTE FIDELES

ANONYMOUS, 1751

Translated by Francis Oakley

O come, all ye faithful,

Joyful and triumphant ;

O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem;
Come and behold Him

Born, the King of Angels;
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.

God of God,

Light of Light,

Lo! He abhors not the Virgin's womb;

Very God,

Begotten, not created;

O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.

Sing, choirs of angels;

Sing in exultation,

Sing, all ye citizens of Heav'n above:

"Glory to God

In the highest";

O come,

let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.

Yea, Lord, we greet Thee,

Born this happy morning;
Jesu, to Thee be glory given;
Word of the Father,
Now in flesh appearing;
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.

AWAKE, MY SOUL!

PHILIP DODDRIDGE, 1755

Awake, my soul; stretch every nerve,

And press with vigor on:
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.

A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye,-

That prize, with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast

When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems
Shall blend in common dust.

COME, THOU ALMIGHTY KING

CHARLES WESLEY, c. 1757

Come, Thou almighty King,
Help us Thy name to sing,
Help us to praise :
Father All-glorious,

O'er all victorious,

Come, and reign over us,

Ancient of Days.

Come, Thou incarnate Word,

Gird on Thy mighty sword,
Our prayer attend:

Come, and Thy people bless,
And give Thy word success:
Spirit of holiness,

On us descend.

Come, holy Comforter
Thy sacred witness bear
In this glad hour:
Thou who almighty art,
Now rule in every heart,
And ne'er from us depart,
Spirit of power.

ROCK OF AGES

AUGUSTUS M. TOPLADY, 1776

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee;
Let the water and the blood,

From thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,

Save from wrath and make me pure.

Could my tears forever flow,
Could my zeal no languor know,
These for sin could not atone;
Thou must save and thou alone:
In my hand no price I bring;
Simply to thy cross I cling.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyes shall close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold thee on thy throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.