My life must be Christ’s broken bread, My love His outpoured wine; A cup o’erfilled, a table spread Beneath His name and sign, That other souls, refreshed and fed, May share His life through mine. My all is in the Master’s hands For Him to bless and break; Beyond the brook His winepress stands, And
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
Out of my bondage, sorrow and night, Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come; Into Thy freedom, gladness and light, Jesus, I come to Thee; Out of my sickness into Thy health, Out of my want and into Thy wealth, Out of my sin and into Thyself, Jesus, I come to Thee. Out of my shameful
By the peaceful shores of Galilee, Mending their nets by the silvery sea, The fishermen toiled at their tasks each day, Till the Master walketh along that way. CHORUS: Follow thou Me, He calls again, And I will make you fishers of men; As in the days by Galilee, Jesus is calling you and me.
Face to face with Christ, my Saviour, Face to face – what will it be When with rapture I behold Him: Jesus Christ Who died for me? CHORUS: Face to face I shall behold Him, Far beyond the starry sky; Face to face in all His glory, I shall see Him by and by. What
My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine. For Thee all the pleasures of sin I resign. My gracious Redeemer, my Saviour art Thou; If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ‘tis now. I love Thee because Thou hast first loved me, And purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree. I will love Thee
The Lord’s command to go into the world and preach the Gospel unto all Is just as true today as when His first disciples heard this mighty call; So let us gird ourselves and go to battle ‘gainst the powers of sin and wrong, Join the fight for the right In His everlasting might And
Saviour, while my heart is tender, I would yield that heart to Thee; All my powers to Thee surrender, Thine and only Thine to be. Take me now, Lord Jesus, take me; Let my youthful heart be Thine; Thy devoted servant make me; Fill my soul with love divine. Send me, Lord, where Thou wilt
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
The cross that He gave may be heavy, But it ne’er outweighs His grace; The storm that I feared may surround me, But it ne’er excludes His face. CHORUS: The cross is not greater than His grace; The storm cannot hide His blessèd face; I am satisfied to know that with Jesus here below, I
When wondrous words my Lord would say, That I unto His mind may reach, He chooses out a lowly way And robes His thoughts in childlike speech. He came right down to me, He came right down to me, To condescend to be my friend, He came right down to me. The voice divine, those
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
