Ivy Steps with So precious is Jesus, my Savior, my King and Not to the terrors of the Lord

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....

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 clouds 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, some day, thro’ faith in His wonderful grace,
I know I shall see Him-shall look on His face,
For He is so precious to me....

Chorus
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.

Chas. H. Gabriel
Not to the terrors of the Lord,
  The tempest, fire, and smoke;
Not to the thunder of that word
  Which God on Sinai spoke.

But we are come to Zion’s hill,
  The city of our God,
Where milder words declare His will,
  And spread His love abroad.

Behold the innumerable host
  Of angels clothed in light;
Behold the spirits of the just,
  Whose faith is turned to sight.

Behold the blest assembly there,
  Whose names are writ in heaven;
And God, the Judge of all, declares
  Their vilest sins forgiven.

The saints on earth, and all the dead,
  But one communion make;
All join in Christ their living Head,
  And of His grace partake.

In such society as this
  My weary soul would rest;
The man that dwells where Jesus is,
  Must be forever blest.

Rev. Isaac Watts