Sunday Hymn: Blessed Assurance

Blessèd as­sur­ance, Je­sus is mine!
O what a fore­taste of glo­ry di­vine!
Heir of sal­va­tion, pur­chase of God,
Born of His Spir­it, washed in His blood.

Refrain

This is my sto­ry, this is my song,
Praising my Sav­ior, all the day long;
This is my sto­ry, this is my song,
Praising my Sav­ior, all the day long.

Perfect sub­mis­sion, per­fect de­light,
Visions of ra­pture now burst on my sight;
Angels des­cend­ing bring from above
Echoes of mer­cy, whis­pers of love.

Perfect sub­mission, all is at rest
I in my Sav­ior am hap­py and blest,
Watching and wait­ing, look­ing ab­ove,
Filled with His good­ness, lost in His love.

—Fan­ny Cros­by

Sunday Hymn: Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior

Pass me not, O gen­tle Sav­ior,
Hear my hum­ble cry;
While on oth­ers Thou art call­ing,
Do not pass me by.

Refrain

Savior, Sav­ior,
Hear my hum­ble cry;
While on oth­ers Thou art call­ing,
Do not pass me by.

Let me at Thy throne of mer­cy
Find a sweet re­lief,
Kneeling there in deep con­tri­tion;
Help my un­be­lief.

Trusting on­ly in Thy mer­it,
Would I seek Thy face;
Heal my wound­ed, brok­en spir­it,
Save me by Thy grace.

Thou the Spring of all my com­fort,
More than life to me,
Whom have I on earth be­side Thee?
Whom in Heav’n but Thee?

—Fan­ny Cros­by

Sunday Hymn: Who Is on the Lord's Side

Who is on the Lord’s side?
Who will serve the King?
Who will be His help­ers,
Other lives to bring?
Who will leave the world’s side?
Who will face the foe?
Who is on the Lord’s side?
Who for Him will go?
By Thy call of mer­cy,
By Thy grace di­vine,
We are on the Lord’s side—
Savior, we are Thine.

Not for weight of glo­ry,
Not for crown and palm,
Enter we the ar­my,
Raise the war­rior psalm;
But for love that claim­eth
Lives for whom He died:
He whom Je­sus nam­eth
Must be on His side.
By Thy love con­strain­ing,
By Thy grace di­vine,
We are on the Lord’s side—
Savior, we are Thine.

Jesus, Thou hast bought us,
Not with gold or gem,
But with Thine own life blood,
For Thy dia­dem;
With Thy bless­ing fill­ing
Each who comes to Thee,
Thou hast made us will­ing,
Thou hast made us free.
By Thy grand re­demp­tion,
By Thy grace di­vine,
We are on the Lord’s side—
Savior, we are Thine.

Fierce may be the con­flict,
Strong may be the foe,
But the King’s own ar­my
None can ov­er­throw.
’Round His stand­ard rang­ing,
Victory is se­cure,
For His truth un­chang­ing
Makes the tri­umph sure.
Joyfully en­list­ing,
By Thy grace di­vine,
We are on the Lord’s side—
Savior, we are Thine.

Chosen to be sol­diers,
In an ali­en land,
Chosen, called, and faith­ful,
For our cap­tain’s band;
In the ser­vice roy­al,
Let us not grow cold;
Let us be right loy­al, noble,
True and bold.
Master, Thou wilt keep us,
By Thy grace di­vine,
Always on the Lord’s side—
Savior, al­ways Thine.

—Frances Ridley Havergal