English bishop (1825-1906)
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.
EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH
"Almighty Father, Hear Our Cry"
Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed?
To do the will of Jesus, this is rest.
EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH
"Peace, Perfect Peace"
Stand, soldier of the cross,
Thy high allegiance claim,
And vow to hold the world but loss
For Thy Redeemer's Name.
EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH
"Stand, Soldier of the Cross"
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!
EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH
"O God, the Rock of Ages"
Though our sins, our hearts confounding,
Long and loud for vengeance call,
Thou hast mercy more abounding,
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all.
EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH
"Dread Jehova, God of Nations"
Arise, and be baptized,
And wash thy sins away;
Thy league with God be solemnized,
Thy faith avouched today.
EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH
"Stand, Soldier of the Cross"
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!"
EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH
"Till He Come, O Let the Words"
Life without work is unworthy of being lived.
EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH
Life and Letters of Edward Bickersteth
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.
EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH
"O Christ, Thou Hast Ascended"
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.
EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH
"O God, the Rock of Ages"
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.
EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH
"Not Worthy, Lord!"
Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin?
The Blood of Jesus whispers peace within.
EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH
"Peace, Perfect Peace"
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.
EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH
"Almighty Father, Hear Our Cry"
Guilty, forgive me, Lord, I cry;
Pursued by foes I come;
A sinner, save me, or I die;
An outcast, take me home.
EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH
"O Jesus, Saviour of the Lost"
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.
EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH
"Not Worthy, Lord!"
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.
EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH
attributed, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers
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.
EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH
"O Brothers, Lift Your Voices"