How I praise Thee, precious Savior

1.How I praise Thee, precious Savior,
That Thy love laid hold of me;
Thou hast saved and cleansed and filled me,
That I might Thy channel be.

Channels only, blessed Master,
But with all Thy wondrous grace,
Flowing through us, Thou canst use us
Every hour in every place.

2.Just a channel, full of blessing,
To the thirsty hearts around;
To tell out Thy full salvation,
All Thy loving message sound.

3.Emptied that Thou shouldest fill me,
A clean vessel in Thine hand;
With no strength but as Thou givest
Graciously with each command.

4.Witnessing Thy grace to save me,
Setting free from self and sin;
Thou hast bought me to possess me,
In Thy fulness, Lord, come in.

5.O Lord, fill now with Thy Spirit
Hearts that full surrender know;
That the streams of living water
From our inner man may flow.

Come we that love the Lord

1 Come, we that love the Lord,
and let our joys be known;
join in a song with sweet accord,
and thus surround the throne.

We’re marching to Zion,
beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We’re marching upward to Zion;
the beautiful city of God

2 Let those refuse to sing
who never knew our God;
but children of the heav’nly King
may speak their joys abroad.

3 The hill of Zion yields
a thousand sacred sweets
before we reach the heav’nly fields,
or walk the golden streets.

4 There we shall see his face,
And never, never sin;
There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in:

5 Then let our songs abound,
and ev’ry tear be dry;
we’re marching through Emmanuel’s ground
to fairer worlds on high.