WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL JESUS There is never a day so dreary, There is never a night so long, But the soul that is trusting in Jesus Will somewhere find a song. CHORUS: Wonderful, wonderful Jesus! In the heart He implanteth a song: A song of deliverance, of courage, of strength; In the heart He implanteth a
WHOSOEVER WILL MAY COME All have need of God’s salvation, If with Him they’d live forever, But a promise He has given – It is written: whosoever. CHORUS: Whosoever will may come, And who comes to Him shall never Disappointed turn away; Praise the Lord – ’tis whosoever! And this word it reaches nations; Not
Father, I know that all my life Is portioned out for me; The changes that will surely come I do not fear to see; I ask Thee for a patient mind, Intent on pleasing Thee. I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, Through constant watching, wise, To meet the glad with joyful smiles, And wipe
He came to give us life in all its fullness, He came to make the blind to see, He came to banish death and doubt and darkness, He came to set His people free. He liberating love imparted, He taught men once again to smile; He came to bind the brokenhearted, And God and man
Let us rejoice, the fight is won! Darkness is conquered, death undone – Life triumphant! Alleluia! So age to age each nation grows More like the heart of Him who rose. Alleluia, alleluia, Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia! Joy comes again! All shall be well, Friends severed now, in Heaven shall dwell Reunited! Alleluia! The end of
Firm in Thy strong control, O Father, hold my soul, Faithful to Thee! If e’er I fear to fall, Then let me hear Thee call, “I am thy all in all – Trust thou in Me.” A revelation new Of what Thy grace can do, O God, be mine! The need is all my own;
As we come in prayer before You We with gratitude would say: Thank You, Father, for the family Where each member learns to pray. Even we, Lord, Your dear children, Know what family life can mean When each one keeps close beside You, And the love of Christ is seen. For our special Army family
Softly the shadows fall o’er land and sea; Voices of evening call, speaking to me; Busy my hands this day, Small time to think or pray; Now at the close of day I come to Thee. CHORUS: Lord, ’tis Thy tender touch now we implore; Day with its toil is done, labour is o’er; Now
Give to the winds thy fears; Hope and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears; God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms, He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time; so shall this night Soon end in joyous day. What though thou rulest not? Yet Heaven
