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
Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly crown When Thou camest to earth for me, But in Bethlehem’s home was there found no room For Thy holy nativity. O, come to my heart, Lord Jesus; There is room in my heart for Thee! Heaven’s arches rang when the angels sang, Proclaiming Thy royal degree,
Once in royal David’s city Stood a lowly cattle shed, Where a mother laid her Baby In a manger for His bed. Mary was that mother mild, Jesus Christ her little Child. He came down to earth from Heaven Who is God and Lord of all, And His shelter was a stable And His cradle
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,
O holy night, the stars are brightly shining; It is the night of the dear Saviour’s birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining, Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope – the weary world rejoices, For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn! Fall on your
‘Twas in the moon of wintertime when all the birds had fledThat mighty Gitchi Manitou sent angel choirs instead. Before their light the stars grew dimAnd wand’ring hunters heard the hymn: Chorus: Jesus, your King, is born;Jesus is born;In excelsis gloria! Within a lodge of broken bark the tender Babe was found;A ragged robe of
There’s no other name but this name, And no other name will do; There’s no other name but Jesus For folk like me and you; For no other name brings pardon And sets everybody free; There’s no other name but Jesus For you and me. Say, is there a name to live by? Is there
Once I thought I walked with Jesus, Yet such changeful feelings had: Sometimes trusting, sometimes doubting, Sometimes joyful, sometimes sad. CHORUS: Oh, the peace my Saviour gives – Peace I never knew before! And my way has brighter grown Since I learned to trust Him more. But He called me closer to Him, Bade my
All that I am, all I can be, All that I have, all that is me, Accept and use, Lord, as You would choose, Lord, Right now, today. Take every passion, every skill, Take all my dreams and bend them to Your will; My all I give, Lord; for You I’ll live, Lord, Come what
Peace in our time, O Lord, To all the peoples – peace! Peace surely based upon Thy will And built in righteousness. Thy power alone can break The fetters that enchain The sorely stricken soul of life And make it live again. Too long mistrust and fear Have held our souls in thrall; Sweep through
Have Thine own way, Lord, have Thine own way; Thou art the potter, I am the clay; Mold me and make me after Thy will, While I am waiting, yielded and still. Have Thine own way, Lord, have Thine own way; Search me and try me, Master, today; Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just
O Master, let me walk with Thee, In lowly paths of service free; Tell me Thy secret; help me bear The strain of toil, the fret of care. Help me the slow of heart to move By some clear, winning word of love; Teach me the wayward feet to stay, And guide them in the
