Like to a lamb who from the fold has strayed Far on the mountain, of the dark afraid, Seeking a shelter from the night’s alarm, Longing for comfort of the shepherd’s arm, So Jesus found me on sin’s mountain drear, Gathered me close and banished all my fear. In the love of Jesus there is
In the Army of Jesus we’ve taken our stand To fight ‘gainst the forces of sin; To the rescue we go, Satan’s power to o’erthrow, And his captives to Jesus we’ll win. I’ll stand for Christ, for Christ alone Amid the tempest and the storm; Where Jesus leads I’ll follow on; I’ll stand, I’ll stand
Eternal God, unchanging Through all the changing years, Whose hands all things created, Who holds the countless stars; Enthroned in heavenly glory, Yet not a God afar, Thou deignest to have dwelling Here where Thy people are. Forbid that man’s achievements Should cause our faith to wane, Or seek in human wisdom Our spirit to
Be not dismayed whate’er betide – God will take care of you! Beneath His wings of love abide – God will take care of you! God will take care of you, Through every day, o’er all the way; He will take care of you; God will take care of you! Through days of toil when
A mighty fortress is our God, A bulwark never failing; Our helper He, amid the flood Of mortal ills prevailing, For still our ancient foe Doth seek to work us woe; His craft and power are great, And armed with cruel hate, On earth is not his equal. Did we in our own strength confide,
Father, let me dedicate This new year to Thee, In whatever worldly state Thou wilt have me be; Not from sorrow, pain, or care Would I ask that Thou shouldst spare; This alone shall be my prayer: Glorify Thy name. Thy great name! Thy great name! Let my life, O Lord, each day Glorify Thy
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head; The stars in the bright sky looked down where He lay, The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay. The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes, But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes; I love Thee,
O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by. Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting light; The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee tonight. O morning stars together Proclaim the holy birth, And praises sing
The first Noel the angels did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay; In fields where they lay keeping their sheep, On a cold winter’s night that was so deep. Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel, Born is the King of Israel. They lookèd up and saw a star, Shining in the east
Angels, from the realms of Glory, Wing your flight o’er all the earth; Ye, who sang creation’s story, Now proclaim Messiah’s birth. Come and worship, Come and worship, Worship Christ, the newborn King. Shepherds in the field abiding, Watching o’er your flocks by night, God with man is now residing; Yonder shines the Infant Light.
Christians, awake, salute the happy morn Whereon the Saviour of the world was born! Rise to adore the mystery of love Which hosts of angels chanted from above; With them the joyful tidings first begun Of God incarnate and the virgin’s Son. Then to the watchful shepherds it was told, Who heard th’angelic herald’s voice:
Let nothing disturb thee, Nothing affright thee; All things are passing; God never changeth! Patient endurance attaineth to all things; Who God possesseth in nothing is wanting; Alone God sufficeth. Here we have a benediction written by a Carmelite nun in the 16th century, but included in the Salvation Army Song Book, with a tune
