Sunday's Song--Stand Up Stand Up For Jesus

Stand Up Stand Up For Jesus

1. Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross;

   Lift high His royal banner, it must not suffer loss.

   From victory unto victory His army shall He lead,

   Till every foe is vanquished, and Christ is Lord indeed.
   
   
   Stand up, stand up for Jesus, the solemn watchword hear;

   If while ye sleep He suffers, away with shame and fear;

   Where’er ye meet with evil, within you or without,

   Charge for the God of battles, and put the foe to rout.
   
   
   Stand up, stand up for Jesus, the trumpet call obey;

   Forth to the mighty conflict, in this His glorious day.

   Ye that are brave now serve Him against unnumbered foes;

   Let courage rise with danger, and strength to strength oppose.
   
   
   Stand up, stand up for Jesus, stand in His strength alone;

   The arm of flesh will fail you, ye dare not trust your own.

   Put on the Gospel armor, each piece put on with prayer;

   Where duty calls or danger, be never wanting there.
   
   
   Stand up, stand up for Jesus, each soldier to his post,

   Close up the broken column, and shout through all the host:

   Make good the loss so heavy, in those that still remain,

   And prove to all around you that death itself is gain.
   
   
   Stand up, stand up for Jesus, the strife will not be long;

   This day the noise of battle, the next the victor’s song.

   To those who vanquish evil a crown of life shall be;

   They with the King of Glory shall reign eternally.

--George Duffield, Jr., 1858

Sunday's Song

O Love That Will Not Let Me Go

1. O Love that will not let me go,
   I rest my weary soul in thee;
   I give thee back the life I owe,
   That in thine ocean depths its flow
   May richer, fuller be.
2. O light that foll’west all my way,
   I yield my flick’ring torch to thee;
   My heart restores its borrowed ray,
   That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
   May brighter, fairer be.
3. O Joy that seekest me through pain,
   I cannot close my heart to thee;
   I trace the rainbow through the rain,
   And feel the promise is not vain,
   That morn shall tearless be.
4. O Cross that liftest up my head,
   I dare not ask to fly from thee;
   I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
   And from the ground there blossoms red
   Life that shall endless be.
5. --George Mattheson

Sunday's Song

God of Our Fathers

God of our fathers, whose almighty hand
Leads forth in beauty all the starry band
Of shining worlds in splendor through the skies
Our grateful songs before Thy throne arise.

Thy love divine hath led us in the past,
In this free land by Thee our lot is cast,
Be Thou our Ruler, Guardian, Guide and Stay,
Thy Word our law, Thy paths our chosen way.

From war’s alarms, from deadly pestilence,
Be Thy strong arm our ever sure defense;
Thy true religion in our hearts increase,
Thy bounteous goodness nourish us in peace.

Refresh Thy people on their toilsome way,
Lead us from night to never ending day;
Fill all our lives with love and grace divine,
And glory, laud, and praise be ever Thine.

--Daniel C. Roberts, 1876

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En Español en el honor para nuestro estudiante español:

Señor Jehová

Señor Jehová, Omnipotente Dios,
Tú que los astros riges con poder,
Oye clemente nuestra humilde voz,
Nuestra canción hoy dígnate atender.

Eterno Padre, nuestro corazón,
A Ti profesa un inefable amor;
Hazte presente en tu pueblo hoy;
Tiéndenos pues, Tu brazo protector.

A nuestra patria da tu bendición;
Enséñanos Tus leyes a guardar;
Alumbra la conciencia y la razón;
Domina siempre Tú en todo hogar.

Defiéndenos del enemigo cruel;
Concede a nuestras faltas corrección;
Nuestro servicio sea siempre fiel;
Rodéanos de tu gran protección.

--Daniel C. Roberts, 1876

Sunday's Song

To God be the Glory

To God be the glory, great things He hath done,
So loved He the world that He gave us His Son,
Who yielded His life our redemption to win,
And opened the life-gate that all may go in.

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
Let the earth hear His voice;
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
Let the people rejoice;
Oh, come to the Father, through Jesus the Son,
And give Him the glory; great things He hath done.

Oh, perfect redemption, the purchase of blood,
To every believer the promise of God;
The vilest offender who truly believes,
That moment from Jesus a pardon receives.

Great things He hath taught us, great things He hath done,
And great our rejoicing through Jesus the Son;
But purer, and higher, and greater will be
Our wonder, our transport when Jesus we see.
--Frances J. Crosby (1875)