The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Hymns and Song Texts. Hymns;. Use the new interactive music player to listen to and learn Church music. Hymn Player. O Sing of His Mighty Love. O, bliss of the purified! Bliss of the free! I'm plunged in the crimson tide opened for me! O'er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand,And point to the prints of the nails in His hand. Refrain: O sing of His mighty love,Sing of His mighty love,Sing of His mighty love, mighty to save. O, bliss of the purified! LDSMastery - HYMN MASTER; KimballDiscover some of the incredible messages offered inside the Hymns of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. œSome of. Free MP3s of our church singing classic acapella hymns, professionally recorded for the glory of Jesus Christ. Hymn Player Classic Acapella. Application contains Church Of Christ Hymns in different languages. It has English, Shona, Pedi, Zulu, Venda, Sotho and Tsonga hymns. The main functionality is to. Hymns For Church Worship![]() Jesus is mine,No longer in dread condemnation I pine; In conscious salvation I sing of His grace,Who lifteth upon me the smiles of His face. O, bliss of the purified! No wound hath the soul that His blood cannot cure,No sorrow bowed head but may sweetly find rest,No tears but may dry them on Jesus's breast. O, Jesus the crucified! Thee will I sing! My blessed redeemer! God and my King! My soul filled with rapture shall shout o'er the grave,And triumph in death in the Mighty To Save. Almighty King! Whose Wondrous Hand Almighty King! Whose wondrous hand. Supports the weight of sea and land,Whose grace is such a boundless store,No heart shall break that sighs for more. Thy providence supplies my food,And 'tis Thy blessing makes it good; My soul is nourished by Thy word,Let soul and body praise the Lord. My streams of outward comfort came,From Him, Who built this earthly frame; Whate'er I want His bounty gives,By Whom my soul forever lives. Either His hand preserves from pain,Or, if I feel it, heals again; From Satan's malice shields my breast,Or overrules it for the best. Forgive the song that falls so low. Beneath the gratitude I owe; It means Thy praise, however poor,An angel's song can do no more. The Love of God. The love of God is greater far. Than tongue or pen can ever tell; It goes beyond the highest star,And reaches to the lowest hell; The guilty pair, bowed down with care,God gave His Son to win; His erring child He reconciled,And pardoned from his sin. Refrain: O love of God, how rich and pure! How measureless and strong! It shall forevermore endure. The saints' and angels' song. When years of time shall pass away,And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,When men, who here refuse to pray,On rocks and hills and mountains call,God's love so sure, shall still endure,All measureless and strong; Redeeming love from heav'n above. The saints' and angels' song. Could we with ink the ocean fill,And were the skies of parchment made,Were every stalk on earth a quill,And every man a scribe by trade,To write the love of God above,Would drain the ocean dry. Nor could the scroll contain the whole,Though stretched from sky to sky. The Lord Jehovah Reigns. The Lord Jehovah reigns,And royal state maintains; His head with awful glories crowned,Arrayed in robes of light,Be girt with sov'reign might,And rays of majesty around. Upheld by Thy commands,Thy world securely stands,And skies and stars obey Thy word; Thy throne was fixed on high,Before the starry sky,Eternal is Thy kingdom, Lord. In vain the noisy crowd,Like billows fierce and loud,Against Thine empire rage and roar; In vain with angry spite the surly nations fight,And dash like waves against the shore. Let floods and nations rage,And all their pow'rs engage,Let swelling tides assault the sky; The terrors of Thy frown. Shall beat their madness down; Thy throne forever stands on high. He Leadeth Me. He leadeth me, O blessed thought! O words with heav'nly comfort fraught! Whate'er I do, where'er I be. Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. Refrain: He leadeth me, He leadeth me,By His own hand He leadeth me; His faithful foll'wer I would be,For by His hand He leadeth me. Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,By waters still, o'er troubled sea,Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me. Lord, I would clasp my hand in Thine,Nor ever murmur nor repine; Content, whatever lot I see,Since 'tis my God that leadeth me. And when my task on earth is done,When by Thy grace the vict'ry's won,E'en death's cold wave I will not flee,Since God through Jordan leadeth me. Awakening Chorus. Awake! (Awake) Awake! Awake) and sing the blessed story,Awake! Awake) Awake! (Awake)And let your song of praise arise; Awake! Awake) Awake! (Awake) the earth is full of glory,And light (and light) is beaming from the radiant skies; The rocks and rills, the vales and hills resound with gladness,All nature joins to sing the triumph song. Refrain: The Lord Jehovah reigns and sin is backward hurled! Rejoice! Rejoice! Lift heart and voice, Jehovah reigns! Proclaim His sov'reign pow'r to all the world,And let His glor'uos banner be unfurled! Jehovah reigns! Rejoice! Rejoice) Rejoice! Rejoice) Rejoice! Rejoice)Jehovah reigns! Ring out!(Ring out) Ring out! Ring out) O bells of joy and gladness! Repeat, (repeat) repeat, (repeat) anew the story o'er again; Till all (till all) the earth (the earth) shall lose its weight of sadness,And shout (and shout) anew (anew) the glorious refrain; With angels in the heights sing of the great salvation. He wrested from the hands of sin and death. My Soul, Be On Thy Guard. My soul, be on thy guard; Ten thousand foes arise; The hosts of sin are pressing hard. To draw thee from the skies. O watch, and fight, and pray; The battle ne'er give o'er; Renew it boldly ev'ry day,And help divine implore. Ne'er think the vict'ry won,Nor lay thine armor down; The work of faith will not be done,Till thou obtain the crown. Fight on, my soul, till death. Shall bring thee to thy God; He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,To His divine abode. Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned. Majestic sweetness sits enthroned. Upon the Savior's brow; His head with radiant glories crowned,His lips with grace o'erflow,His lips with grace o'erflow. To Christ, the Lord, let ev'ry tongue. Its noblest tribute bring. When He's the subject of the song,That can refuse to sing? That can refuse to sing? Survey the beauties of His face,And on His glories dwell; Think of the wonders of His grace,And all His triumphs tell,And all His triumphs tell. No mortal can with Him compare. Among the sons of men; Fairer is He than all the fair. Who fill the heav'nly train,Who fill the heav'nly train. He saw me plunged in deep distress. And flew to my relief; For me He bore the shameful cross. And carried all my grief,And carried all my grief. To Him I owe my life and breath. And all the joys I have; He makes me triumph over death. And saves me from the grave,And saves me from the grave. Since from His bounty I receive. Such proofs of love divine,Had I a thousand hearts to give,Lord, they should all be Thine,Lord, they should all be Thine. Jesus Paid It All. I hear the Savior say,"Thy strength indeed is small; Child of weakness, watch and pray,Find in Me thine all in all."Refrain: Jesus paid it all,All to Him I owe; Sin had left a crimson stain,He washed it white as snow. Lord, now indeed I find. Thy pow'r, and Thine alone,Can change the leper's spots. And melt the heart of stone. For nothing good have IWhereby Thy grace to claim; I'll wash my garments white. In the blood of Calvry's Lamb. And when before the throne. I stand in Him complete,"Jesus died my soul to save,"My lips shall still repeat. Rejoice Ye Pure In Heart. Rejoice ye pure in heart; Rejoice, give thanks, and sing; Your glorious banner wave on high,The cross of Christ your King. Refrain: Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice,Give thanks and sing. Bright youth and snow crown'd age,Strong men and maidens meek,Raise high your free, exultant song,God's wondrous praises speak. With all the angel choirs,With all the saints of earth,Pour out the strains of joy and bliss,True rapture, noblest mirth. With voice as full and strong. As ocean's surging praise,Send forth the hymns our fathers loved,The psalms of ancient days. Yes, on through life's long path,Still chanting as ye go; From youth to age, by night and day,In gladness and in woe. At last the march shall end; The wearied ones shall rest; The pilgrims find their Father's house,Jerusalem the blest. Then on, ye pure in heart! Rejoice, give thanks and sing! Your glorious banner wave on high,The cross of Christ your King. Tell Me the Story of Jesus. Tell me the story of Jesus,Write on my heart every word. Tell me the story most precious,Sweetest that ever was heard. Tell how the angels in chorus,Sang as they welcomed His birth."Glory to God in the highest! Peace and good tidings to earth."Refrain: Tell me the story of Jesus,Write on my heart every word. Tell me the story most precious,Sweetest that ever was heard. Fasting alone in the desert,Tell of the days that are past. How for our sins He was tempted,Yet was triumphant at last. Tell of the years of His labor,Tell of the sorrow He bore.
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