If crosses come, if it should cost me dearly To be the servant of my Servant Lord, If darkness falls around the path of duty, And men despise the Saviour I’ve adored: I’ll not turn back, whatever it may cost; I’m called to live to love and save the lost. I’ll not turn back, whatever
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,
Though in declaring Christ to the sinner, I may all men surpass, If love impassioned seal not the message, I am naught but sounding brass. Love suffereth patiently; Love worketh silently; Love seeketh not her own. Love never faileth; Love still prevaileth; Lord, in me Thy love enthrone! Though I have wisdom lighting all mysteries,
I have a Home that is fairer than day, And my dear Saviour has shown me the way; Oft when I’m sad and temptations arise, I look to my Home far away. My Home is in Heaven; there is no parting there. All will be happy, glorious, bright and fair; There’ll be no sorrow, there
Thank You, Lord, for all Your goodness Through the years of yesterday; Thank You, too, for present mercies And Your blessing on my way. Thank You for each revelation, And for what You choose to hide; Thank You, Lord, for grace sustaining As I in Your love abide. Thank You, Lord, for sunlit pathways, Thank
I know Thee who Thou art, And what Thy healing name, For when my fainting heart The burden nigh o’ercame, I saw Thy footprints on my road Where lately passed the Son of God. Thy name is joined with mine By every human tie, And my new name is Thine; A child of God am
Happy the home when God is there And love fills every breast, Where one their wish, and one their prayer, And one their heavenly rest. Happy the home where Jesus’ name Is sweet to every ear, Where children early lisp His fame And parents hold Him dear. Happy the home where prayer is heard And
When shall I come unto the healing waters? Lifting my heart, I cry to Thee my prayer; Spirit of peace, my comforter and healer, In whom my springs are found, Let my soul meet Thee there. From a hill I know, Healing waters flow; O rise, Immanuel’s tide, And my soul overflow! Wash from my
Stand up, stand up for Jesus, Ye soldiers of the cross! Lift high His royal banner – It must not suffer loss. From victory unto victory His army He shall lead, Till every foe is vanquished, And Christ is Lord indeed. Stand up, stand up for Jesus! The trumpet call obey; Forth to the mighty
In the Army of Jesus we’ve taken our stand To fight ‘gainst the forces of sin; To the rescue we go, Satan’s power to o’erthrow, And his captives to Jesus we’ll win. I’ll stand for Christ, for Christ alone Amid the tempest and the storm; Where Jesus leads I’ll follow on; I’ll stand, I’ll stand
Eternal God, unchanging Through all the changing years, Whose hands all things created, Who holds the countless stars; Enthroned in heavenly glory, Yet not a God afar, Thou deignest to have dwelling Here where Thy people are. Forbid that man’s achievements Should cause our faith to wane, Or seek in human wisdom Our spirit to
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!
