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All For Jesus, All for Jesus

Mary Dagworthy James (1810-1883)

All for Jesus! all for Jesus!
All my being's ransomed pow'rs;
All my thoughts and words and doings,
All my days and all my hours.

Let my hands perform His bidding;
Let my feet run in His ways;
Let mine eyes see Jesus only;
Let my lips speak forth His praise.

Worldings prize their gems of beauty;
Cling to gilded toys of dust;
Boast of wealth, and fame, and pleasure;
Only Jesus will I trust.

Since mine eyes were fixed on Jesus,
I've lost sight of all beside;
So enchained my spirit's vision,
Looking at the Crucified.

Oh, what wonder! how amazing!
Jesus, glorious King of kings,
Deigns to call me His belovèd,
Lets me rest beneath His wings.

All Hail The Power Of Jesus' Name

Edward Perronet (1726-92) alt. John Rippon (1751-1836) and others

All hail the power of Jesus' name
let angels prostrate fall;
bring forth the royal diadem,
and crown him Lord of all.

Crown him, ye morning stars of light,
who fixed this floating ball;
now hail the Strength of Israel's might
and crown him Lord of all.

Crown him, ye martyrs of your God,
who from his altar call;
extol the Stem-of-Jesse's rod,
and crown him Lord of all.

Ye seed of Israel's chosen race,
ye ransomed of the fall,
hail him who saves you by his grace,
and crown him Lord of all.

Sinners whose love can ne'er forget
the wormwood and the gall,
go, spread your trophies at his feet,
and crown him Lord of all.

Let every tribe and every tongue
before him prostrate fall,
and shout in universal song
the crownèd Lord of all.

All I Once Held Dear

Graham Kendrick (born 1950)

All I once held dear,
Built my life upon,
All this world reveres,
And wars to own,
All I once thought gain
I have counted loss;
Spent and worthless now,
Compared to this.
Knowing You, Jesus,
knowing You,
there is no greater thing.
You're my all, You're the best,
You're my joy, my righteousness,
and I love You, Lord.

Now my heart's desire
Is to know You more,
To be found in You
And known as Yours.
To possess by faith
What I could not earn,
All-surpassing gift
Of righteousness.
Chorus

Oh, to know the power
Of Your risen life,
And to know You in
Your sufferings.
To become like You
In Your death, my Lord,
So with You to live
And never die.
Chorus

All My Hope On God Is Founded

Meine Hoffnung stehet feste Joachim Neander (1650-1680) paraphrased Robert Bridges (1844-1930)

All my hope on God is founded;
He doth still my trust renew.
Me through change and chance he guideth,
Only good and only true.
God unknown,
He alone
Calls my heart to be his own.

Pride of man and earthly glory,
Sword and crown betray his trust;
What with care and toil he buildeth,
Tower and temple, fall to dust.
But God's power,
Hour by hour,
Is my temple and my tower.

God's great goodness ay endureth,
Deep his wisdom, passing thought:
Splendour, light, and life attend him,
Beauty springeth out of nought.
Evermore,
From his store
New-born worlds rise and adore.

Daily doth the almighty giver
Bounteous gifts on us bestow;
His desire our soul delighteth,
Pleasure leads us where we go.
Love doth stand
At his hand;
Joy doth wait on his command.

Still from man to God eternal
Sacrifice of praise be done,
High above all praises praising
For the gift of Christ his Son.
Christ doth call
One and all:
Ye who follow shall not fall.

All People That On Earth Do Dwell

William Kethe, (fl 1559 d1594)

All people that on earth do dwell,
sing to the Lord with cheerful voice;
him serve with fear, his praise forth tell,
come ye before him, and rejoice.

The Lord, ye know, is God indeed;
without our aid he did us make;
we are his folk, he doth us feed,
and for his sheep he doth us take.

O enter then his gates with praise,
approach with joy his courts unto;
praise, laud, and bless his name always,
for it is seemly so to do.

For why? the Lord our God is good;
his mercy is for ever sure;
his truth at all times firmly stood,
and shall from age to age endure.

To Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
the God whom heaven and earth adore,
from men and from the angel-host
be praise and glory evermore.

All praise to our redeeming Lord

Charles Wesley (1707-1788)

All praise to our redeeming Lord,
Who joins us by his grace,
And bids us, each to each restored,
Together seek his face.

He bids us build each other up;
And, gathered into one,
To our high calling's glorious hope
We hand in hand go on.

The gift which he on one bestows,
We all delight to prove;
The grace through every vessel flows,
In purest streams of love.

Ev'n now we think and speak the same,
And cordially agree;
Concentred all, through Jesu's name,
In perfect harmony.

We all partake the joy of one,
The common peace we feel,
A peace to sensual minds unknown,
A joy unspeakable.

And if our fellowship below
In Jesus be so sweet,
What heights of rapture shall we know
When round his throne we meet!

All That's Good And Great And True

Godfrey Thring (1823-1903)

All that's good and great and true,
all that is, and is to be,
be it old, or be it new,
comes, O Father, comes from Thee.
Hallelujah!

Mercies dawn with every day,
newer, brighter than before,
and the sun's declining ray
layeth others up in store.
Hallelujah!

Not a bird that doth not sing
sweetest praises to Thy name;
nor an insect on the wing
but Thy wonders doth proclaim.
Hallelujah!

Every blade and every tree,
all in happy concert ring,
and in wondrous harmony
join in praises to their King.
Hallelujah!

Fill us then with love divine,
grant that we, though toiling here,
may, in spirit being Thine,
see and hear Thee everywhere.
Hallelujah!

May we all with songs of praise,
whilst on earth Thy name adore,
till with angel-choirs we raise
songs of praise for evermore.
Hallelujah!

All The Way My Saviour Leads Me

Frances J van Alstyne (Fanny Crosby) (1820-1915)

All the way my Saviour leads me;
what have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy,
who through life has been my guide?
Heavenly peace, divinest comfort,
here by faith in Him to dwell!
For I know what'er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well.

All the way my Saviour leads me,
cheers each winding path I tread,
gives me grace for every trial,
feeds me with the living bread.
Though my weary steps may falter,
and my soul a-thirst may be,
gushing from the rock before me,
Lo! a spring of joy I see.

All the way my Saviour leads me,
O the fulness of His love!
Perfect rest to me is promised
in my Father's house above.
When my spirit, clothed, immortal,
wings its flight to realms of day,
this, my song through endless ages:
Jesus led me all the way!

All Things Bright And Beautiful

Cecil Frances Alexander (1818-1895)

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 colours,
he made their tiny wings:
All things bright …

The purple headed mountain,
the river running by,
the sunset and the morning
that brightens up the sky:
All things bright …

The cold wind in the winter,
the pleasant summer sun,
the ripe fruits in the garden,
he made them every one:
All things bright …

The tall trees in the greenwood,
the meadows where we play,
the rushes by the water
we gather every day:
All things bright …

He gave us eyes to see them,
and lips that we might tell
how great is God almighty,
who has made all things well:

7All things bright and beautiful,
all creatures great and small,
all things wise and wonderful,
the Lord God made them all.

All things praise thee, Lord most high

George Conder (1821-1874)

All things praise Thee, Lord most high,
heaven and earth and sea and sky,
all were for Thy glory made,
that Thy greatness, thus displayed,
should all worship bring to Thee;
all things praise Thee: Lord, may we.

All things praise Thee: night to night
sings in silent hymns of light;
all things praise Thee: day to day
chants Thy power in burning ray;
Time and space are praising Thee;
all things praise Thee: Lord, may we.

All things praise Thee, high and low,
rain and dew, and seven-hued bow,
crimson sunset, fleecy cloud,
rippling stream, and tempest loud,
summer, winter, - all to Thee
glory render: Lord, may we.

All things praise Thee: heaven's high shrine
rings with melody divine;
lowly bending at Thy feet,
seraph and archangel meet;
This their highest bliss, to be
ever praising: Lord, may we.

All things praise thee; round her zones
earth, with her ten thousand tones,
rolls a ceaseless choral strain;
roaring wind and deep-voiced main,
rustling leaf and humming bee,
all things praise thee: Lord, may we.

All things praise Thee: gracious Lord,
great Creator, powerful Word,
omnipresent Spirit, now
at Thy feet we humbly bow,
lift our hearts in praise to Thee;
All things praise Thee: Lord, may we.

Alleluia! Sing To Jesus!

William Chatterton Dix (1837-1898)

Alleluia! Sing to Jesus!
His the sceptre, his the throne;
Alleluia! His the triumph,
His the victory alone:
Hark! The songs of peaceful Sion
thunder like a mighty flood;
Jesus out of every nation
hath redeemed us by his blood.

Alleluia! Not as orphans
are we left in sorrow now;
Alleluia! He is near us,
faith believes, nor questions how;
though the cloud from sight received him,
when the forty days were o’er,
shall our hearts forget his promise,
‘I am with you evermore’?

Alleluia! Bread of angels,
thou on earth our food, our stay;
Alleluia! Here the sinful
flee to thee from day to day:
Intercessor, friend of sinners,
earth’s redeemer, plead for me,
where the songs of all the sinless
sweep across the crystal sea.

Alleluia! King eternal,
thee the Lord of lords we own;
Alleluia! Born of Mary,
earth thy footstool, heaven thy throne:
Thou within the veil hast entered,
robed in flesh, our great High Priest;
thou on earth both Priest and Victim
in the Eucharist feast.

Almighty Father of the sky

Almighty Father of the sky
Be with our airmen when they fly,
And keep them in thy loving care
Amid the perils of the air,
O let our cry come unto thee
For those who fly o’er land and sea.

Strong Son of Man, save those who fly
Swift-winged across th'uncharted sky,
Be with them always in the air,
In darkening storms or sunlight fair
O’er land and ocean safely bear
All those in peril in the air.

O holy spirit, God’s own power
Give peace in sudden dangers hour,
O wind of heaven by thy might
Save all who dare the eagles flight,
And keep them in thy watchful care
From every peril in the air.

O trinity of love and might,
Be with our airmen day and night,
In peace or war midst friend or foe,
Be with them whereso’er they go.
Thus shall our prayers ascend to thee
With those who fly o’er land and sea.

Amazing Grace! How Sweet The Sound

John Newton (1725-1807) William Cowper (1731-1800) John Rees (1828-1900)

Amazing grace!-how sweet the sound-
that saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now I’m 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 has brought me safe thus far,
and grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me,
his word my hope secures;
he will my shield and portion be
as long as life endures.

And, when this heart and flesh shall fail
and mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil
a life of joy and peace.

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 first begun.

And Did Those Feet In Ancient Time

William Blake (1757-1827)

And did those feet in ancient time
walk upon England’s mountains green?
And was the Holy Lamb of God
on England’s pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
among those dark satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
till we have built Jerusalem
in England’s green and pleasant land.

Angel Voices Ever Singing

Francis Pott (1832-1909)

Angel voices ever singing
round thy throne of light,
angel-harps for ever ringing,
rest not day nor night;
thousands only live to bless thee
and confess thee
Lord of might.

Thou who art beyond the farthest
mortal eye can scan,
can it be that thou regardest
songs of sinful man?
can we know that thou art near us,
and wilt hear us?
yea, we can.

Yea, we know that thou rejoicest
o’er each work of thine;
thou didst ears and hands and voices
for thy praise design;
craftsman’s art and music’s measure
for thy pleasure
all combine.

In thy house, great God, we offer
of thine own to thee;
and for thine acceptance proffer
all unworthily
hearts and minds and hands and voices
in our choicest
psalmody.

Honour, glory, might and merit
thine shall ever be,
Father, Son and Holy Spirit,
blessed Trinity.
Of the best that thou hast given
earth and heaven
render thee.

As I Kneel Before You

As I kneel before you,
as I bow my head in prayer,
take this day, make it yours
and fill me with your love.
Ave, Maria, gratia plena,
Dominus tecum, benedicta tu.

All I have I give to you,
ev'ry dream and wish are yours;
mother of Christ, mother of mine,
present them to my Lord.
Chorus

As I kneel before you,
and I see your smiling face,
ev'ry thought, ev'ry word
is lost in your embrace.
Chorus

As man and woman we were made

Love.1 As man and woman we were made
that love be found and life begun:
the likeness of the living God,
unique, yet called to live as one.
Through joy or sadness, calm or strife,
come, praise the love that gives us life.

Joy.2 Now Jesus lived and gave his love
to make our life and loving new
so celebrate with him today
and drink the joy he offers you
that makes the simple moment shine
and changes water into wine.

Hope.3 And Jesus died to live again
so praise the love that, come what may,
can bring the dawn and clear the skies,
and waits to wipe all tears away
and let us hope for what shall be
believing where we cannot see.

Peace.4 Then spread the table, clear the hall
and celebrate till day is done;
let peace go deep between us all
and joy be shared by everyone:
laugh and make merry with your friends
and praise the love that never ends!

As Pants The Hart

Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847)

As pants the hart for cooling streams
when heated in the chase,
so longs my soul, O God, for thee,
and thy refreshing grace.

For thee, my God, the living God,
my thirsty soul doth pine:
O when shall I behold thy face,
thou majesty divine?

Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
hope still, and thou shalt sing
the praise of him who is thy God,
thy health’s eternal spring.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
the God whom we adore,
be glory, as it was, is now,
and shall be evermore.

As The Deer Pants For The Water

Martin Nystrom (born 1956)

As the deer pants for the water,
so my soul longs after You.
You alone are my heart's desire
and I long to worship You.
You alone are my strength, my shield,
to You alone may my spirit yield.
You alone are my heart's desire
and I long to worship You.

I want You more than gold or silver,
only You can satisfy.
You alone are the real joy-giver
and the apple of my eye.
Chorus

You're my Friend and You're my Brother,
even though You are a king.
I love You more than any other,
so much more than anything.
Chorus

As With Gladness Men Of Old

William Chatterton Dix (1837-1898)

As with gladness men of old did the guiding star behold, as with joy they hailed its light, leading onward, beaming bright; so, most gracious Lord, may we evermore be led to thee.

As with joyful steps they sped,
to that lowly manger-bed,
there to bend the knee before
him whom heaven and earth adore;
so may we with willing feet
ever seek thy mercy-seat.

As they offered gifts most rare
at thy cradle rude and bare,
so may we with holy joy,
pure and free from sin's alloy,
all our costliest treasures bring,
Christ, to thee, our heavenly King.

Holy Jesus, every day
keep us in the narrow way,
and, when earthly things are past,
bring our ransomed souls at last
where thy need no star to guide,
where no clouds thy glory hide.

In the heavenly country bright
need they no created light;
thou its light, its joy, its crown,
thou its sun which goes not down;
there for ever may we sing
alleluias to our King.

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All For Jesus, All for Jesus

All Hail The Power Of Jesus' Name

All I Once Held Dear

All My Hope On God Is Founded

All People That On Earth Do Dwell

All praise to our redeeming Lord

All That's Good And Great And True

All The Way My Saviour Leads Me

All Things Bright And Beautiful

All things praise thee, Lord most high

Alleluia! Sing To Jesus!

Almighty Father of the sky

Amazing Grace! How Sweet The Sound

And Did Those Feet In Ancient Time

Angel Voices Ever Singing

As I Kneel Before You

As man and woman we were made

As Pants The Hart

As The Deer Pants For The Water

As With Gladness Men Of Old