“On that Same Night, Lord Jesus”

1. On that same night, Lord Jesus,
In which Thou wast betrayed,
When without cause man’s hatred
Against Thee was displayed,
We hear Thy gracious accents:
This do; remember Me;
With joyful hearts responding
We would remember Thee.

2. We think of all the darkness
Which round Thy spirit pressed,
Of all those waves and billows
Which rolled across Thy breast;
‘Tis there Thy grace unbounded
And perfect love we see;
With joy and yet with sorrow
We do remember Thee.

3. We know Thee now as risen,
The Firstborn from the dead;
We see Thee now ascended,
The Church’s glorious Head:
In Thee by grace accepted,
With heart and mind set free,
We think of all Thy sorrow,
And thus remember Thee.

4. Till Thou shalt come in glory
And call us hence away,
To share with Thee the brightness
Of that unclouded day,
We show Thy death, Lord Jesus,
And here would seek to be
More to that death conformed
Whilst we remember Thee.

George W. Fraser, 1840-1896

GOD has a plan

1. GOD has a plan, and He will ne’er forget:
Israel, His choice, will know His mercy yet.
His purpose stands, His love remains the same;
They shall be saved, to praise His glorious name.

2. The Lord of Glory was mid Israel born,
He lived among them, mid the shame and scorn.
And then He died — the Sacrifice — to save:
For sinners lost, His precious life He gave.

3. And if you feel your need, and seek His face,
You too will know the wonders of His grace:
Your love to Him will love to Israel mean.
In loving deeds, and witness, to be seen.

4. And you will pray, and have that Day in view
When He shall come — for all His words are
true,
And Israel’s remnant will His nation be,
Redeemed, when they their pierced Messiah see!

P. W. HEWARD (1882-1948)

What Sacred Fountain Yonder Springs

1. What sacred fountain yonder springs
Up from the throne of God,
And all new cov’nant blessings brings?
‘Tis Jesus’ precious blood.

2. What mighty sum paid all my debt
When I a bondman stood,
And has my soul at freedom set?
‘Tis Jesus’ precious blood.

3. What stream is that which sweeps away
My sins just like a flood,
Nor lets one guilty blemish stay?
‘Tis Jesus’ precious blood.

4. What voice is that which speaks for me
In heav’n’s high court for good,
And from the curse has made me free?
‘Tis Jesus’ precious blood.

5. What theme, my soul, shall best employ
Thy harp before thy God,
And make all heav’n to ring with joy?
‘Tis Jesus’ precious blood.

William J. Irons, 1812-1883