English Hymn I-J

I Will Sing the Wondrous Story


I will sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ Who died for me;
How He left His home in glory
For the cross of Calvary.


Refrain:
Yes, I’ll sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ Who died for me,
Sing it with the saints in glory,
Gathered by the crystal sea.


I was lost, but Jesus found me,
Found the sheep that went astray,
Threw His loving arms around me,
Drew me back into His way.


I was bruised, but Jesus healed me,
Faint was I from many a fall,
Sight was gone, and fears possessed me,
But He freed me from them all.


Days of darkness still come o’er me,
Sorrow’s path I often tread,
But His presence still is with me;
By His guiding hand I’m led.


Soon He’ll come the Lord of glory,
Come the church His bride to claim,
And complete the wondrous story—
Come, Lord Jesus, come again!


He will keep me till the river
Rolls its waters at my feet;
Then He’ll bear me safely over,
Where the loved ones I shall meet.

 



I will sing you a song
of that beautiful land,
The far away home of the soul,
Where no storms ever beat
on the glittering strand,
While the years of eternity roll,
While the years of eternity roll;
Where no storms ever beat
on the glittering strand,
While the years of eternity roll.


Oh, that home of the soul!
In my visions and dreams
Its bright, jasper walls I can see;
Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes
Between the fair city and me,
Between the fair city and me;
Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes
Between the fair city and me.


That unchangeable home
is for you and for me,
Where Jesus of Nazareth stands;
The King of all kingdoms forever is He,
And He holdeth
our crowns in His hands,
And He holdeth
our crowns in His hands;
The King of all kingdoms forever is He,
And He holdeth
our crowns in His hands.


Oh, how sweet it will be
in that beautiful land,
So free from all sorrow and pain,
With songs on our lips
and our harps in our hands,
To meet one another again,
To meet one another again;
With songs on our lips
and our harps in our hands,
To meet one another again.

 



I will worship You, Lord, with all of my might
I will praise You with a psalm
I will worship You, Lord, with all of my might
I will praise You all day long


For Thou, O Lord, art glorious
And Thy name is greatly to be praised
May my heart be pure and holy in Thy sight
As I worship You with all of my might

 



I would be true, for there are those who trust me;
I would be pure, for there are those who care;
I would be strong, for there is much to suffer;
I would be brave, for there is much to dare.


I would be friend of all—the foe, the friendless;
I would be giving, and forget the gift;
I would be humble, for I know my weakness;
I would look up, and laugh, and love, and lift.


I would be faithful through each passing moment;
I would be constantly in touch with God;
I would be strong to follow where He leads me;
I would have faith to keep the path Christ trod.


Who is so low that I am not his brother?
Who is so high that I’ve no path to him?
Who is so poor I may not feel his hunger?
Who is so rich I may not pity him?


Who is so hurt I may not know his heartache?
Who sings for joy my heart may never share?
Who in God’s heav’n has passed beyond my vision?
Who to hell’s depths where I may never fare?


May none, then, call on me for understanding,
May none, then, turn to me for help in pain,
And drain alone his bitter cup of sorrow,
Or find he knocks upon my heart in vain.