Quotes from EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH

Though our sins, our hearts confounding, Long and loud for vengeance call, Thou hast mercy more abounding, Jesus' blood can cleanse them all.

O God, the Rock of Ages, who evermore hast been, what time the tempest rages, our dwelling place serene: before thy first creations, O Lord, the same as now, to endless generations the Everlasting Thou!

Great God of our salvation, Thee We love, we worship, we adore; Our refuge on times's changeful sea, Our joy on heaven's eternal shore.

Not worthy, Lord! to gather up the crumbs with trembling hand that from thy table fall, a weary, heavy-laden sinner comes to plead thy promise and obey thy call.

One word from thee, my Lord, one smile, one look, and I could face the cold, rough world again; And with that treasure in my heart could brook the wrath of devils and the scorn of men.

Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed? To do the will of Jesus, this is rest.

Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin? The Blood of Jesus whispers peace within.

Stand, soldier of the cross, Thy high allegiance claim, And vow to hold the world but loss For Thy Redeemer's Name.

Almighty Father, hear our cry, As o'er the trackless deep we roam; Be Thou our haven always nigh, On homeless waters, Thou our home.

Arise, and be baptized, And wash thy sins away; Thy league with God be solemnized, Thy faith avouched today.

O Christ, Thou hast ascended, Triumphantly on high! By cherub guards attended And armies of the sky: Let earth tell forth the story-- Our very flesh and bone, Immanuel, in glory, Ascends His Father's throne.

Guilty, forgive me, Lord, I cry; Pursued by foes I come; A sinner, save me, or I die; An outcast, take me home.

See, the feast of love is spread, drink the wine and break the bread-- sweet memorials--till the Lord call us round his heav'nly board; some from earth, from glory some, severed only "Till he come!"

Life without work is unworthy of being lived.

Lord, crown our faith's endeavor with beauty and with grace, till, clothed in light forever, we see thee face to face: a joy no language measures; a fountain brimming o'er; an endless flow of pleasures; an ocean without shore.

The sweetest life is to be ever making sacrifices for Christ; the hardest life a man can lead on earth, the most full of misery, is to be always doing his own will and seeking to please himself.

O brothers, lift your voices, Triumphant songs to raise; Till heaven on high rejoices, And earth is filled with praise. Ten thousand hearts are bounding With holy hopes and free; The Gospel trump is sounding, The trump of Jubilee.