Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love; Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, Hail Thee as the sun above. Melt the clouds of sin and sadness, Drive the dark of doubt away; Giver of immortal gladness, Fill us with the light of day. All Thy works with joy surround Thee, Earth
Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole; I want Thee forever to live in my soul; Break down every idol, cast out every foe, Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow, Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Lord Jesus, let
Take the name of Jesus with you, Child of sorrow and of woe; It will joy and comfort give you – Take it then where’er you go. Precious name, O how sweet! Hope of earth and joy of Heaven. Take the name of Jesus ever As a shield from every snare; If temptations round you
Home is home, however lowly; Home is sweet when love is there. Home is home when hearts are holy; Earth has ne’er a spot so fair. Jesus makes our home a heaven, Sacred in the fireside warm; After battling through the long day, Home’s a shelter from the storm. To a little home in Bethany
I am so glad that our Father in Heaven Tells of His love in the Book He has given; Wonderful things in the Bible I see; This is the dearest, that Jesus loves me. I am so glad that Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me, I am so glad that Jesus loves
I’ve found a friend in Jesus, He’s everything to me, He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul; The lily of the valley, in Him alone I see All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole. In sorrow He’s my comfort, in trouble He’s my stay; He tells me every care on
God sent His Son – they called Him Jesus; He came to love, heal and forgive; He lived and died to buy my pardon; An empty grave is there to prove my Saviour lives! Because He lives, I can face tomorrow; Because He lives, all fear is gone; Because I know He holds the future,
My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus’ name. On Christ, the solid rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand. When darkness seems to veil His face I rest on His unchanging grace; In every high and
When Jesus looked o’er Galilee, So blue and calm and fair, Upon her bosom, could He see A cross reflected there? When sunrise dyed the lovely deeps And sparkled in His hair, O did the light rays seem to say: A crown of thorns He’ll wear? When in the hush of eventide Cool waters touched
Low in the grave He lay, Jesus, my Saviour; Waiting the coming day, Jesus, my Lord. Up from the grave He arose, With a mighty triumph o’er His foes! He arose a victor from the dark domain And He lives forever with His saints to reign; He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose! Vainly they
Now it is Easter week, when we truly contemplate all that the cross of Christ can mean. When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast Save in the death
As we approach Eastertime, let’s consider drawing nearer to the cross of Jesus, as suggested in this hymn. I am Thine, O Lord; I have heard Thy voice, And it told Thy love to me; But I long to rise in the arms of faith And be closer drawn to Thee. Draw me nearer, nearer,
