Rejoice, Believer, in the Lord

1. Rejoice, believer, in the Lord,
Who makes your cause His own!
The hope that’s built upon His Word
Can ne’er be overthrown.

2. Tho’ many foes beset your road,
And feeble is your arm,
Your life is hid with Christ in God,
Beyond the reach of harm.

3. Weak as you are, you shall not faint,
Or fainting, shall not die;
For Jesus strengthens ev’ry saint
With power from on high.

4. Tho’ unperceived by mortal sense,
Faith sees Him always near,
A guide, a glory, a defense;
Then what have you to fear?

5. As surely as He overcame
And triumphed once for you,
So surely you that love His Name
Shall triumph in Him too.

John Newton, 1725-1807

The King of Love My Shepherd Is

1. The King of love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never;
I nothing lack if I am His,
And He is mine forever.

2. Where streams of living water flow
My ransomed soul He leadeth,
And where the verdant pastures grow,
With food celestial feedeth.

3. Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,
But yet in love He sought me,
And on His shoulder gently laid,
And home rejoicing brought me.

4. In death’s dark vale I fear no ill
With Thee, dear Lord, beside me;
Thy rod and staff my comfort still,
Thy cross before to guide me.

5. Thou spread’st a table in my sight;
Thine unction grace bestoweth;
And O the transport of delight
With which my cup o’erfloweth!

6. And so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never:
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
Within Thy house forever!

Henry W. Baker, 1821-1877

Draw Me Nearer

1. I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice,
And it told Thy love to me;
But I long to rise in the arms of faith,
And be closer drawn to Thee.

Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast died;
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.

2. Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord,
By the pow’r of grace divine;
Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,
And my will be lost in Thine.

3. Oh, the pure delight of a single hour
That before Thy throne I spend,
When I kneel in prayer, and with Thee, my God,
I commune as friend with Friend!

4. There are depths of love that I cannot know
Till I cross the narrow sea;
There are heights of joy that I may not reach
Till I rest in peace with Thee.

Fanny J. Crosby, 1820-1915