Make Thy Word Take Root

This is a wonderful prayer to pray and/or sing after hearing God's Word preached or taught.

Guardian of Thy Helpless Sheep
Joseph Hart, 1712-1768

Guardian of Thy helpless sheep,
Jesus, Almighty Lord,
Help our heedful hearts to keep
The treasure of Thy Word;
Let not Satan steal what's sown;
Bid it bring forth precious fruit;
Thou can soften hearts of stone,
And make Thy word take root.

Salvation to the Lamb

Whatever Prompts the Soul to Pride
Joseph Hart, 1712-1768

Whatever prompts the soul to pride,
Or gives us room to boast,
Except in Jesus crucified,
Is not the Holy Ghost.

That blessed Spirit omits to speak
Of what himself has done,
And bids the enlightened sinner seek
Salvation in the Son.

He never moves a man to say,
"Thank God, I'm made so good,"
But turns his eye another way,
To Jesus and His blood.

Great are the graces He confers,
But all in Jesus' name;
He gladly dictates, gladly hears,
"Salvation to the Lamb."

Thee We Own a Perfect Savior

Lamb of God, We Fall Before Thee
Joseph Hart, 1712-1768

Lamb of God, we fall before Thee,
Humbly trusting in Thy cross.
That alone be all our glory;
All things else are dung and dross.
Thee we own a perfect Savior,
Only source of all that’s good.
Every grace and every favor
Comes to us through Jesus’ blood.

Jesus gives us true repentance
By His Spirit sent from Heav’n;
 Jesus whispers this sweet sentence,
“Son, thy sins are all forgiven.”
Faith He gives us to believe it,
Grateful hearts His love to prize;
Want we wisdom? He must give it,
Hearing ears, and seeing eyes.

Jesus gives us pure affections,
Wills to do what He requires,
Makes us follow His directions,
And what He commands, inspires.
All our prayers and all our praises,
Rightly offered in His Name—
He that dictates them is Jesus;
He that answers is the same.

When we live on Jesus' merit,
Then we worship God aright,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
Then we savingly unite.
Hear the whole conclusion of it;
Great or good, whate'er we call,
God, or King, or Priest, or Prophet,
Jesus Christ is All in All.

Only Source of All That's Good

Lamb of God, We Fall Before Thee
Joseph Hart, 1712-1768

Lamb of God, we fall before Thee,
Humbly trusting in Thy cross.
That alone be all our glory;
All things else are only dross.

Thee we own a perfect Savior,
Only source of all that’s good.
Every grace and every favor
Comes to us through Jesus’ blood.

Jesus gives us true repentance
By His Spirit sent from Heav’n;
Whispers this transporting sentence,
Son, thy sins are all forgiv’n.

Faith He grants us to believe it,
Grateful hearts His love to prize;
Want we wisdom? He must give it,
Hearing ears and seeing eyes.

Jesus gives us pure affections,
Wills to do what He requires,
Makes us follow His directions,
And what He commands, inspires.

All our prayers and all our praises,
Rightly offered in His name—
He that dictates them is Jesus;
He that answers is the same.

All Is Finished; Do Not Doubt It

Great High Priest, We See Thee Stooping
Joseph Hart, 1712-1768

Great High Priest, we see Thee stooping,
With our names upon Thy breast,
In the garden groaning, drooping,
To the ground with sorrows pressed.
Weeping angels stand confounded,
To behold their Maker thus,
And shall we remain unwounded,
When we know ’twas all for us?

On the cross Thy body broken,
Cancels every penalty;
Tempted souls produce this token
All demands to satisfy.
All is finished; do not doubt it,
But believe your dying Lord;
Never reason more about it,
Only take Him at His Word.

Come, behold your Savior bleeding,
Streams of mercy from Him flow,
Whilst before His Father pleading
For those men who wrought His woe.
Lo, He cried, Father, forgive them,
Though they do My life pursue,
I am willing to receive them,
For they know not what they do.

Come, Thou everlasting Spirit,
Bring to every thankful mind
All the Savior’s dying merit,
All His suffering for mankind.
True recorder of His passion,
Now Thy living fire impart,
Now reveal Thy great salvation,
Preach His Gospel to our heart.

Lord, we fain would trust Thee solely;
’Twas for us Thy blood was spilt;
Gracious Savior, take us wholly,
Take and make us what Thou wilt.
Grant us now Thy heav’nly blessing,
Let Thy love our songs employ;
Then we’ll find Thy peace possessing,
In Thy service all our joy.

A Treasure Rich Indeed

How High a Privilege 'Tis to Know
Joseph Hart, 1712-1768

How high a privilege 'tis to know
Our sins are all forgiv'n;
To bear about this pledge below.
This special grant of heav'n!

To look on this when sunk in fears,
While each repeated sight,
Like some reviving cordial, cheers,
And makes temptations light!

O what is honor, wealth, or mirth,
To this well-grounded peace?
How poor are all the goods of earth,
To such a gift as this!

This is a treasure rich indeed,
Which none but Christ can give;
Of this the best of men have need;
This I, the worst, receive.

Jesus, Triumphant from His Wars

Ye Souls That Trust in Christ, Rejoice
Joseph Hart, 1712-1768

Ye souls that trust in Christ, rejoice,
Your sins are all forgiven;
Let every Christian raise his voice,
And sing the joys of heaven.

Heaven is that holy, happy place,
Where sin no more defiles;
Where God unveils His blissful face,
And looks, and loves, and smiles.

Where Jesus, Son of Man and God,
Triumphant from His wars,
Walks in rich garments, dipped in blood,
And shows His glorious scars.

Where ransomed sinners sound God's praise,
The angelic host among;
Sing the rich wonders of His grace,
And Jesus leads the song.

Where saints are free from every load
Of passions or of pains,
God dwells in them, and they in God,
And love for ever reigns.

Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,
Nor can the heart conceive,
All that the blood of Christ procured,
Or all that God can give.

Lord as Thou show'st Thy glory there;
Make known Thy grace to us,
And heaven will not be wanting here,
While we can hymn Thee thus.

Jesus Whispers This Sweet Sentence - "Son, Thy Sins Are All Forgiv'n"

Lamb of God, We Fall Before Thee
Joseph Hart, 1712-1768

Lamb of God, we fall before Thee,
Humbly trusting in Thy cross.
That alone be all our glory;
All things else are only dross.
Thee we own a perfect Savior,
Only source of all that’s good.
Every grace and every favor
Comes to us through Jesus’ blood.

Jesus gives us true repentance
By His Spirit sent from Heav’n;
Jesus whispers this sweet sentence,
“Son, thy sins are all forgiv’n.”
Faith He grants us to believe it,
Grateful hearts His love to prize;
Want we wisdom? He must give it,
Hearing ears and seeing eyes.

Jesus gives us pure affections,
Wills to do what He requires,
Makes us follow His directions,
And what He commands, inspires.
All our prayers and all our praises,
Rightly offered in His Name—
He that dictates them is Jesus;
He that answers is the same.

When we live on Jesus' merit,
Then we worship God aright,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
Then we savingly unite.
Hear the whole conclusion of it;
Great or good, whate'er we call,
God, or King, or Priest, or Prophet,
Jesus Christ is All in All.

Let God Be True and Every Man a Liar

The God I Trust Is True and Just
Joseph Hart, 1712-1768

The God I trust is true and just;
His mercy has no end;
Himself has said my ransom's paid,
And on him I depend.

Then why so sad, my soul? Though bad,
Thou hast a Friend that's good;
He bought thee dear (abandon fear);
He bought thee with his blood.

So rich a cost can ne'er be lost,
Though faith be tried by fire;
Keep Christ in view; let God be true;
And every man a liar.

What Wondrous Grace Was This!

Join, Every Tongue, To Sing
Joseph Hart, 1712-1768

Join, every tongue, to sing
The mercies of the Lord;
The love of Christ, our King,
Let ev'ry heart record.
He saved us from the wrath of God,
And paid our ransom with His blood!

What wondrous grace was this!
We sinned, and Jesus died;
He wrought the righteousness,
And we were justified.
We ran the score to lengths extreme,
And all the debt was charged on Him.

Hell was our just desert,
And He that hell endured;
Guilt broke His guiltless heart
With wrath that we incurred;
We bruised His body, spilt His blood,
And both became our heavenly food.

Make Thy Word Take Root

Guardian of Thy Helpless Sheep
Joseph Hart, 1712-1768

Guardian of Thy helpless sheep,
Jesus, almighty Lord,
Help our heedful hearts to keep
The treasure of Thy Word.

Let not Satan steal what's sown;
Bid it bring forth precious fruit;
Thou can soften hearts of stone,
And make Thy Word take root.

The Weight of Atonement Fully Known by God Alone

Much We Talk of Jesus' Blood
Joseph Hart, 1712-1768

Much we talk of Jesus' blood;
But how little's understood!
Of his sufferings so intense,
Angels have no perfect sense.
Who can rightly comprehend
Their beginning or their end?
'Tis to God, and God alone,
That their weight is fully known.

O thou hideous monster, Sin,
What a curse has thou brought in!
All creation groans through thee,
Pregnant cause of misery.
Thou hast ruined wretched man,
Ever since the world began;
Thou hast God afflicted too;
Nothing less than that would do.

Would we then rejoice indeed?
Be it that from thee we're freed;
And our justest cause to grieve
Is that thou wilt to us cleave.
Faith relieves us from thy guilt,
But we think whose blood was spilt;
All we hear, or feel, or see,
Serves to raise our hate for thee.

Dearly we are bought for God
Bought us with his own heart's blood;
Boundless depths of love divine!
Jesus, what a love was thine!
Though the wonders Thou hast done
Are as yet as little known,
Here we fix and comfort take -
Jesus died for sinners' sake.

Make Us Well Our Vileness Know

Gracious God, Thy Children Keep
Joseph Hart, 1712-1768

Gracious God, Thy children keep;
Jesus, guide Thy silly sheep.
Fix, O fix, our fickle souls;
Lord, direct us; we are fools.

Bid us in Thy care confide;
Keep us near Thy wounded side.
From Thee let us never stir,
For Thou know'st how soon we err.

Lay us low before Thy feet,
Safe from pride and self-conceit;
Guard us from a world of sin;
Foes without, and worse within.

Look upon the unequal war;
Savior, do not go too far.
Crafty is the foe, and strong;
Savior, do not tarry long.

By Thy Word we fain would steer,
Fain Thy Spirit's dictates hear;
Save us from the rocks and shelves,
Save us chiefly from ourselves.

Never, never may we dare,
What we're not to say we are;
Make us well our vileness know;
Keep us very, very low.

Depending on Christ Alone

If Ever It Could Come to Pass
Joseph Hart, 1712-1768

If ever it could come to pass,
That sheep of Christ might fall away,
My fickle, feeble soul, alas!
Would fall a thousand times a day;
Were not Thy love as firm as free,
Thou soon wouldst take it, Lord, from me.

I on Thy promises depend;
At least I to depend desire;
That Thou wilt love me to the end,
Be with me in temptation's fire;
Wilt for me work, and in me too,
And guide me right and bring me through.

No other stay have I beside;
If these can alter, I must fall;
I look to Thee to be supplied
With life, with will, with power, with all.
Rich souls may glory in their store,
But Jesus will relieve the poor.

Loved and Saved Freely

From Hart's Hymns
Joseph Hart, 1712-1768

Come, ye Christians, sing the praises
Of your condescending God;
Come and hymn the holy Jesus,
Who has washed us in his blood.
We are poor, and weak, and silly,
And to every evil prone;
Yet our Jesus loves us freely,
And receives us for his own.

Though we're mean in man's opinion,
He has made us priests and kings;
Power, glory, and dominion,
To the Lamb the sinner sings.
Leprous souls, unsound and filthy,
Come before him as you are:
'Tis the sick man, not the healthy,
Needs the good Physician's care.

O beware of fondly thinking
God accepts thee for thy tears;
Are the shipwrecked saved by sinking?
Can the ruined rise by fears?
O beware of trust ill-grounded;
'Tis but fancied faith at most,
To be cured, and not be wounded;
To be saved before you're lost.

No big words of ready talkers,
No dry doctrine will suffice;
Broken hearts, and humble walkers,
These are dear in Jesus' eyes.
Tinkling sounds of disputation,
Naked knowledge, all are vain;
Every soul that gains salvation
Must and shall be born again.

Let God Be True and Every Man a Liar

The God I Trust Is True and Just
Joseph Hart

The God I trust is true and just;
His mercy has no end;
Himself has said my ransom's paid,
And on him I depend.

Then why so sad, my soul? Though bad,
Thou hast a Friend that's good;
He bought thee dear (abandon fear);
He bought thee with his blood.

So rich a cost can ne'er be lost,
Though faith be tried by fire;
Keep Christ in view; let God be true;
And every man a liar.