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
Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart! Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art; Thou my best thought in the day and the night, Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light. Be Thou my wisdom, be Thou my true word; I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord; Thou
I must have the Saviour with me, For I dare not walk alone; I must feel His presence near me And His arm around me thrown. CHORUS: Then my soul shall fear no ill; Let Him lead me where He will, I will go without a murmur, And His footsteps follow still. I must have
What child is this who, laid to rest, On Mary’s lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this is Christ, the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing; Haste, haste to bring Him laud, The Babe, the Son of Mary! Why lies He in such mean estate
Make me a channel of Your peace; Where there is hatred, let me bring Your love; Where there is injury, Your pardon, Lord, And where there’s doubt, true faith in You. CHORUS: O Master, grant that I may never seek So much to be consoled as to console, To be understood as to understand, To
To be like Jesus! This hope possesses me; In every thought and deed, This is my aim, my creed; To be like Jesus! This hope possesses me; His Spirit helping me, Like Him I’ll be. This simple chorus, written by General John Gowans for the musical, Spirit , continues to inspire followers of Jesus to
The Lord’s my shepherd; I’ll not want; He makes me down to lie In pastures green; He leadeth me The quiet waters by. My soul He doth restore again, And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, E’en for His own name’s sake. Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale, Yet
Have you any room for Jesus, He who bore your load of sin? As He knocks and asks admission, Sinner, will you let Him in? CHORUS: Room for Jesus, King of Glory! Hasten now, His Word obey! Swing your heart’s door widely open; Bid Him enter while you may. Room for pleasure, room for business,
It is Jesus I need, it is Jesus indeed Who can make it all possible in me; Without Jesus I find I am so often blind To the truth He is wanting me to see. O Jesus, Jesus, You are the One who can make my life complete. O Jesus, my peace restore. It’s Jesus
God’s soldier marches as to war – A soldier on an alien shore, A soldier true, a soldier who Will keep the highest aims in view. God’s soldier goes where sin is found; Where evil reigns, his battleground, A cunning foe to overthrow And strike for truth a telling blow. We’re going to fill, fill,
Shall we gather at the river, Where bright angel feet have trod, With its crystal tide forever Flowing by the throne of God? CHORUS: Yes, we’ll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river – Gather with the saints at the river That flows by the throne of God. On the margin of the
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
