I sing the mighty power of God, That made the mountains rise, That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies. I sing the wisdom that ordained The sun to rule the day; The moon shines full at His command, And all the stars obey. I sing the goodness of the Lord, Who
O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal Home. Under the shadow of Thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defense is sure. Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame,
Now it is Easter week, when we truly contemplate all that the cross of Christ can mean. When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast Save in the death
Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land. I am weak, but Thou art mighty; Hold me with Thy pow’rful hand. Bread of Heaven, Bread of Heaven, Feed me till I want no more. In the 1700s, a Christian revival known as “The Great Awakening” swept
