My times are in Your hand; My God, I wish them there! My life, my friends, my soul I leave Entirely to Your care. My times are in Your hand, Whatever they may be, Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, As You know best for me. My times are in Your hand; Why should I
I love to tell the story Of unseen things above, Of Jesus and His glory, Of Jesus and His love; I love to tell the story, Because I know ‘tis true; It satisfies my longings As nothing else can do. I love to tell the story; ‘Twill be my theme in Glory, To tell the
Who is on the Lord’s side? Who will serve the King? Who will be His helpers Other lives to bring? Who will leave the world’s side? Who will face the foe? Who is on the Lord’s side? Who for Him will go? By Thy grand redemption, By Thy grace divine, We are on the Lord’s
I’ve found a friend in Jesus, He’s everything to me, He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul; The lily of the valley, in Him alone I see All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole. In sorrow He’s my comfort, in trouble He’s my stay; He tells me every care on
On the small island of Lone, off the west coast of Scotland, a monastery was founded in the year 561 by Saint Columba, an Irish abbot and missionary. The abbey served as a base for spreading Christianity among the northern kingdoms of Scotland. It was an important political and religious institution until the early 9th
