He is So Precious to Me

So precious is Jesus, my Savior, my King;
His praise all the day long with rapture I sing;
To Him in my weakness for strength I can cling,
For He is so precious to me.

Refrain:
For He is so precious to me,
For He is so precious to me;
’Tis heaven below, my Redeemer to know,
For He is so precious to me.

He stood at my heart’s door ’mid sunshine and rain,
And patiently waited an entrance to gain;
What shame that so long He entreated in vain,
For He is so precious to me.

I stand on the mountain of blessing at last,
No cloud in the heavens a shadow to cast,
His smile is upon me; the valley is past,
For He is so precious to me.

I praise Him because He appointed a place
Where someday, through faith in His wonderful grace,
I know I shall see Him, shall look on His face,
For He is so precious to me.

http://library.timelesstruths.org/music/He_Is_So_Precious_to_Me/

If I Gained the World

1. If I gained the world, but had not Jesus,
Were my life worth iving for a day?
Could my yearning heart find rest and comfort
In the things that soon must pass away?
If I gained the world, but had not Jesus,
Would my gain be worth the life-long strife?
Are all earthly pleasures worth comparing
For a moment with a Christ-filled life?

2. Had I wealth and love in fullest measure,
And a name revered both far and near.
Yet no hope beyond, no harbor waiting,
Where my storm-tossed vessel I could steer;
If I gained the world, but had not Jesus,
Who endured the cross and died for me,
Could then all the world afford a refuge,
Whither, in my anguish I might flee?

3. O the joy of having all in Jesus!
What a balm the broken heart heal!
Ne'er a sin so great, but heal forgive it,
Nor a sorrow that he does not feel!
If I have but Jesus, only Jesus,
Nothing else in all the world beside
O then ev'ry thing is mine in Jesus;
For my needs and more He will provide.

--Anna Olander

The Church's one foundation

This is one of my favorite hymns.

The Church's one foundation
is Jesus Christ her Lord;
she is his new creation,
by water and the word:
from heaven he came and sought her
to be his holy bride;
with his own blood he bought her,
and for her life he died.

Elect from every nation,
yet one o'er all the earth,
her charter of salvation,
one Lord, one faith, one birth;
one holy Name she blesses,
partakes one holy food,
and to one hope she presses,
with every grace endued.

Though with a scornful wonder
men see her sore oppressed,
by schisms rent asunder,
by heresies distressed;
yet saints their watch are keeping,
their cry goes up, "How long?"
and soon the night of weeping
shall be the morn of song.

Mid toil and tribulation,
and tumult of her war
she waits the consummation
of peace for evermore;
till with the vision glorious
her longing eyes are blessed,
and the great Church victorious
shall be the Church at rest.

Yet she on earth hath union
with God, the Three in one,
and mystic sweet communion
with those whose rest is won.
O happy ones and holy!
Lord, give us grace that we
like them, the meek and lowly,
on high may dwell with thee.

Words: Samuel John Stone, 1868

From oremus.org