When wondrous words my Lord would say, That I unto His mind may reach, He chooses out a lowly way And robes His thoughts in childlike speech. He came right down to me, He came right down to me, To condescend to be my friend, He came right down to me. The voice divine, those
It was on a starry night When the hills were bright, Earth lay sleeping, sleeping calm and still. Then in a cattle shed, in a manger bed A Boy was born, King of all the world. And all the angels sang for Him, The bells of Heaven rang for Him, For a Boy was born,
When from sin’s dark hold Thy love had won me, And its wounds Thy tender hands had healed, As Thy blest commands were laid upon me, Growing light my growing need revealed. Thus I sought the path of consecration When to Thee, dear Lord, my vows were given, And the joy which came with full
Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, That calls me from a world of care, And bids me at my Father’s throne Make all my wants and wishes known; In seasons of distress and grief My soul has often found relief, And oft escaped the tempter’s snare By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.
Jesus, tender lover of my soul, Pardoner of my sins, and friend indeed, Keeper of the garden of my heart, Jesus, Thou art everything to me. Jesus, Thou art everything to me; Jesus, Thou art everything to me; All my lasting joys are found in Thee; Jesus, Thou art everything to me. What to me
The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended; The darkness falls at Thy behest; To Thee our morning hymns ascended; Thy praise shall sanctify our rest. We thank Thee that Thy Church unsleeping, While earth rolls onward into light, Through all the world her watch is keeping, And rests not now by day or night. As
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
Saviour, if my feet have faltered On the pathway of the cross, If my purposes have altered Or my gold be mixed with dross, O forbid me not Thy service, Keep me yet in Thy employ, Pass me through a sterner cleansing If I may but give Thee joy! All my work is for the
Take time to be holy, speak oft with thy Lord; Abide in Him always, and feed on His Word; Make friends of God’s children, help those who are weak; Forgetting in nothing His blessing to seek. Take time to be holy – the world rushes on; Spend much time in secret with Jesus alone; By
As the varied way of life we journey, Come the plains and then the mountainside, Come the days of joy when birds are singing, And the world is fair and sweet and wide; Then a deeper joy comes, overfilling, From the everlasting throne of love, And all other joy is but an echo From the
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come Come, ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of harvest home; All is safely gathered in ‘Ere the winter storms begin. God, our Maker, doth provide For our wants to be supplied; Come to God’s own temple, come, Raise the song of harvest home. All the world is God’s own
How Much More If human hearts are often tender, And human minds can pity know; If human love is touched with splendour, And human hands compassion show, Then how much more shall God our Father In love forgive, in love forgive! Then how much more shall God our Father Our wants supply, and none deny!
