‘Standing on the Promises of God’
by Richard K, Carter (1849-1928)
Standing on the promises of Christ my King,
Through eternal ages, let His praises ring;
Glory in the highest, I will shout and sing.
Standing on the promises of God
Standing, standing, standing on the promises of God my saviour;
Standing, standing, I’m standing on the promises of God.
Standing on the promises that cannot fail,
Listening every moment to the spirits call,
Resting in my saviour as my all in all,
Standing on the promises of God.
‘My Hope is Built on Nothing Less’
by Edward Mote (1797-1874)
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ the solid rock I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.
When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh, may I then in Him be found,
Clad in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.
‘Great is Thy Faithfulness’
by Thomas O. Chisholm (1866-1960)
Great is thy faithfulness, O God my father;
There is no shadow of turning with thee;
Thou changest not thy compassions; they fail not;
As thou hast been thou forever will be.
Great is thy faithfulness! Great is thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have need of thy hand hath provided;
Great is thy faithfulness, Lord unto me.
by John Newton (1725-1807)
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!
When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.
‘Thou didst Leave Thy Throne’
by Emily E.S. Elliott (1836-1897)
Thou didst leave thy throne and thy kingly crown,
When thou camest to earth for me;
But in Bethlehem’s home there was found no room
For thy Holy Nativity.
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus
There is room in my heart for thee.
Thou camest O Lord, with thy living word
That should set thy people free;
But with mocking scorn and with crowns of thorn,
They bore thee to Calvary.
Tis so Sweet to Trust in Jesus’
by Louisa M.R. Stead (1850-1917)
Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just to take him at his word;
Just to rest upon his promise;
Just to know thus said 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!
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!