Angie Conjurske

Surrounding my Lord                                                         
The multitudes went;

Rachel Conjurske

The beautiful snow
So dazzling and bright

Rachel Conjurske

He didn’t want to come,
But love drew him here.

Melody Conjurske

There is no pain that he doesn't feel
There isn't a sorrow that his love won't heal.

Max M. Johnson

From the dry ground of Earth, in man’s darkest hour,

A root produced fruit — a rare, tender flower

Max M. Johnson

The Lamb of God in silence hung upon the center tree;

Mary Bowley Peters

O blessed Lord, what hast Thou done?

      How vast a ransom given?

Gerhard Tersteegen

Thou who givest of Thy gladness
     Till the cup runs o’er—

Bernard of Clarivaux
Translated by Edward Caswall  

O Jesus, King most wonderful,
     Thou Conqueror renowned,

Christina Rossetti

None other Lamb, none other Name,
     None other Hope in heaven or earth or sea,

John S. B. Monsell

My sins, my sins, my Saviour!
     They take such hold on me,

Bernard of Clairvaux
Translated by Ray Palmer

Jesus, Thou Joy of loving hearts,
     Thou Fount of life, Thou Light of men,

Christian F. Gellert 

Jesus lives, and so shall I.
     Death! thy sting is gone forever:

Jean Sophia Pigott 

Jesus, I am resting, resting
     In the joy of what Thou art,

Horatius Bonar

Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face;
     Here would I touch and handle things unseen,

Ezra Brainard 

I once was called a real believer,
But now I am believing.

O my Saviour, crucified!
Near Thy cross may I abide;

What object, Lord, my soul should move,
   If once compared with Thee?

Synesius of Cyrene 

Lord Jesus, think on me
And purge away my sin;

Dr. Gauntlett 

Sing we to our conquering Lord
A new triumphant song;

James Montgomery 

Hail to the Lord's Anointed;
Great David's greater son!

Attributed to John Wesley 

I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in thy cleansing blood,

Samuel Wesley, Sr. 

Behold the Saviour of mankind
Nailed to the shameful tree!

Charles Swain

I stand on Zion’s mount,

And view my starry crown;

Horatius Bonar

Sometimes I catch sweet glimpses of His face,

But that is all.