This, this is the God we adore, Our faithful, unchangeable friend, Whose love is as great as His power, And knows neither measure nor end. ‘Tis Jesus, the first and the last, Whose Spirit shall guide us safe Home; We’ll praise Him for all that is past, And trust Him for all that’s to come.
Say, are you weary? Are you heavy laden? Burdened with sorrow, weighted down with care? Are you in bondage? Do you want deliverance? Come then, with me – there is refuge from despair. Chorus I know a fount where sins are washed away; I know a place where night is turned to day; Burdens are
What a friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear! What a privilege to carry Everything to God in prayer! Oh, what peace we often forfeit, Oh, what needless pain we bear, All because we do not carry Everything to God in prayer! These familiar words were written in 1855 by
One of the flowering plants at our house was spreading fast along the front garden, so we decided to uproot some of the stalks for transplanting. We started digging at the end of the row and one flower lifted out, then another came with it, and one by one, more followed.  Each stalk was joined
