God of the open spaces, Ruler of wind and wave, Speak to my inmost being, Grant me Thyself I crave. CHORUS: God of the open spaces, God of the windswept sea, Lord of the lofty mountains, I open my heart to Thee. God of the flowering meadow, Hear now my earnest plea, Quicken my flagging
Thou art the way – none other dare I follow; Thou art the truth, and Thou hast made me free; Thou art the life, the hope of my tomorrow; Thou art the Christ who died for me. This is my creed that, ‘mid earth’s sin and sorrow, My life may guide men unto Thee. Hold
I love to sing of the Saviour Who gave His life for me; He fills my spirit with gladness, For service sets me free. How I love to sing, How I love to sing, How I love to sing of Jesus! How I love to sing! I love to sing of His beauty, His greatness
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.
Do you know the song that the angels sang On that night in the long ago, When the heavens above with their music rang Till it echoed in the earth below? All glory in the highest, Peace on earth, goodwill to men, Glory in the highest, peace, goodwill to men; Glory in the highest; Glory
Lord, here today my great need I am feeling; Wilt Thou not visit my soul once again? I long to feel Thy sweet touch and its healing; Wonderful Healer, touch me again. Touch me again, touch me again, Wonderful Healer, touch me again. (2x) Often I’ve pressed through the throng for the blessing Which, through
From the heart of Jesus flowing Cometh Heaven’s peace to me, Ever deeper, richer growing, Through the cross of Calvary; Passing mortal understanding, Yet to seeking ones made known, And for all the race expanding – Gift of God unto His own. To the heart where strife was reigning, Jesus spake, dissension ceased; From the
Master, speak: Thy servant heareth, Waiting for Thy gracious word, Longing for Thy voice that cheereth; Master, let it now be heard. I am listening, Lord, for Thee; What hast Thou to say to me? Speak to me by name, O Master, Let me know it is to me. Speak, that I may follow faster,
Day and night show evidence of God’s creative hand – I see His wonders everywhere; But the Bible promises a pure and fairer land: By the grace of God, I shall be there! Beyond the blue horizon There’s another world, I know, Where the “born again” shall go, Meet the Lord who loves them so;
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
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
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
