Look upon us, blessèd Lord, Take our wandering thoughts and guide us; We have come to hear Thy Word, With Thy teaching now provide us, That, from earth’s distractions turning, We Thy message may be learning.
For Thy Spirit’s radiance bright We, assembled here, are hoping; If Thou shouldst withhold the light, In the dark our souls were groping: In each word and thought direct us: Thou, Thou only, canst correct us.
Brightness of the Father’s face, Light of Light, from God proceeding, Make us ready in this place; Ear and heart await Thy leading. Fill with life and inspiration Every prayer and meditation.
O teach me what it meaneth, That cross uplifted high, With One, the Man of Sorrows, Condemned to bleed and die! O teach me what it cost Thee To make a sinner whole; And teach me, Savior, teach me The value of a soul!
O teach me what it meaneth, That sacred crimson tide, The blood and water flowing From Thine own wounded side. Teach me that if none other Had sinned, but I alone, Yet still Thy blood, Lord Jesus, Thine only, must atone.
O teach me what it meaneth, Thy love beyond compare, The love that reacheth deeper Than depths of self-despair! Yes, teach me, till there gloweth In this cold heart of mine Some feeble, pale reflection Of that pure love of Thine.
O teach me what it meaneth, For I am full of sin, And grace alone can reach me, And love alone can win. O teach me, for I need Thee, I have no hope beside— The chief of all the sinners For whom the Savior died!
O teach me what it meaneth The rest which Thou dost give To all the heavy-laden Who look to Thee and live. Because I am a rebel Thy pardon I receive Because Thou dost command me, I can, I do believe.
O infinite Redeemer! I bring no other plea; Because Thou dost invite me I cast myself on Thee. Because Thou dost accept me I love and I adore; Because Thy love constraineth, I’ll praise Thee evermore!
O Thou God of my salvation, my Redeemer from all sin; Moved by Thy divine compassion, who hast died my heart to win; I will praise Thee, I will praise Thee, where shall I Thy praise begin? I will praise Thee, I will praise Thee, where shall I Thy praise begin?
Though unseen, I love the Savior, He hath brought salvation near; Manifests His pardoning favor, and when Jesus doth appear, Soul and body, soul and body, shall His glorious image bear; Soul and body, soul and body, shall His glorious image bear.
While the angel choirs are crying, “Glory to the great I Am,” I with them will still be vying—glory, glory, to the Lamb! Oh, how precious, oh, how precious is the sound of Jesus’ Name! Oh, how precious, oh, how precious is the sound of Jesus’ Name!
Angels now are hovering round us, unperceived among the throng; Wondering at the love that crowned us, glad to sing the holy song; Hallelujah, hallelujah, love and praise to Christ belong! Hallelujah, hallelujah, love and praise to Christ belong!