I was sinking deep in sin, far from the peaceful shore, Very deeply stained within, sinking to rise no more; But the Master of the sea heard my despairing cry, From the waters lifted me; now safe am I. Love lifted me, love lifted me; When no one but Christ could help, Love lifted me!
Do you ever have doubts and questions about your Christian faith? Be encouraged as you read Daniel Whittle’s story, and his simple testimony in song. I know not why God’s wondrous grace to me He hath made known, Nor why, unworthy of such grace, He claimed me for His own. But I know Whom I
You may be inclined not to read about this commonly-used hymn and its well-known author, but may be surprised to learn of the song’s early years of disuse. Read on! To God be the glory, great things He hath done; So loved He the world that He gave us His Son, Who yielded His life
I bring my heart to Jesus, with its fears, With its hopes and feelings, and its tears; Him it seeks, and finding, it is blest; Him it loves, and loving, is at rest. Walking with my Saviour, heart in heart, None can part. I bring my life to Jesus, with its care, And before His
O Love that wilt not let me go, I rest my weary soul in Thee; I give Thee back the life I owe, That in Thine ocean depths its flow May richer, fuller be. O Light that followest all my way, I yield my flickering torch to Thee; My heart restores its borrowed ray, That
Jesus Loves Me Jesus loves me! This I know, For the Bible tells me so; Little ones to Him belong; They are weak, but He is strong. Yes, Jesus loves me; The Bible tells me so. Jesus loves me! He Who died Heaven’s gate to open wide; He will wash away my sin, Let His
I’d rather have Jesus than silver or gold; I’d rather be His than have riches untold; I’d rather have Jesus than houses or lands; I’d rather be led by His nail-pierced hand. Than to be the king of a vast domain And be held in sin’s dread sway; I’d rather have Jesus than anything This
In heavenly love abiding, No change my heart shall fear; And safe is such confiding, For nothing changes here. The storm may roar without me; My heart may low be laid; But God is round about me, And can I be dismayed? Wherever He may guide me, No want shall turn me back; My Shepherd
O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant, Come ye, o come ye to Bethlehem. Come and behold Him, born the King of angels! O come, let us adore Him, Christ, the Lord. Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation; Sing, all ye citizens of Heaven above! Glory to God in the highest! O come,
Silent night! Holy night! All is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin mother and Child; Holy Infant, so tender and mild, Sleep in Heavenly peace. Silent night! Holy night! Shepherds quake at the sight; Glories stream from Heaven afar; Heav’nly hosts sing alleluia; Christ the Saviour is born! Silent night! Holy night! Son of
Hark! The herald angels sing: Glory to the newborn King! Peace on Earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled. Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies; With the angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem. Hark! The herald angels sing: Glory to the newborn King! Christ, by highest Heaven
It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold. “Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, from Heaven’s all-gracious King.” The world in solemn stillness lay, to hear the angels sing. Still through the cloven skies they come, with peaceful wings
