What can I say to cheer a world of sorrow? How bring back hope where men have sorely failed? Just where I am I’ll speak the word of comfort, Tell how for me Christ’s sacrifice availed. Just where He needs me, My Lord has placed me; Just where He needs me, there would I be!
I cannot tell why He, whom angels worship, Should set His love upon the sons of men, Or why, as Shepherd, He should seek the wanderers, To bring them back, they know not how or when. But this I know, that He was born of Mary, When Bethlehem’s manger was His only home, And that
O joyful sound! O glorious hour, When Christ by His almighty power Arose and left the grave! Now let our songs His triumph tell Who broke the chains of death and Hell, And ever lives to save. He lives, He lives, I know that my Redeemer lives! He lives, He lives, I know that my
Beneath the cross of Jesus I fain would take my stand – The shadow of a mighty rock Within a weary land, A home within the wilderness, A rest upon the way, From the burning of the noontide heat And the burden of the day. Upon that cross of Jesus Mine eye at times can
I walked one day along a country road, And there a stranger journeyed, too, Bent low beneath the burden of His load; It was a cross, a cross I knew. “Take up thy cross and follow Me,” I hear the blessed Saviour call; How can I make a lesser sacrifice, When Jesus gave His all?
Jesus, keep me near the cross; There a precious fountain, Free to all, a healing stream, Flows from Calvary’s mountain. In the cross, in the cross, Be my glory ever, Till my raptured soul shall find Rest beyond the river. Near the cross, a trembling soul, Love and mercy found me; There the bright and
When shall I come unto the healing waters? Lifting my heart, I cry to Thee my prayer; Spirit of peace, my comforter and healer, In whom my springs are found, Let my soul meet Thee there. From a hill I know, Healing waters flow; O rise, Immanuel’s tide, And my soul overflow! Wash from my
I heard the voice of Jesus say: “Come unto Me and rest; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.” I came to Jesus as I was, Weary and worn and sad; I found in Him a resting place, And He has made me glad. I heard the voice of Jesus
Many are the things I cannot understand; All above me mystery I see; But the gift most wonderful from God’s own hand Surely is His gift of grace to me! Higher than the stars that reach eternity, Broader than the boundaries of endless space, Is the boundless love of God that pardoned me; O the
The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended; The darkness falls at Thy behest; To Thee our morning hymns ascended; Thy praise shall sanctify our rest. We thank Thee that Thy Church unsleeping, While earth rolls onward into light, Through all the world her watch is keeping, And rests not now by day or night. As
We have caught the vision splendid Of a world which is to be, When the pardoning love of Jesus Freely flows from sea to sea, When all men from strife and anger, Greed and selfishness are free, When the nations live together In sweet peace and harmony. We would help to build the city Of
Stand up, stand up for Jesus, Ye soldiers of the cross! Lift high His royal banner – It must not suffer loss. From victory unto victory His army He shall lead, Till every foe is vanquished, And Christ is Lord indeed. Stand up, stand up for Jesus! The trumpet call obey; Forth to the mighty
