Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart! Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art; Thou my best thought in the day and the night, Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light. Be Thou my wisdom, be Thou my true word; I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord; Thou
Thou didst give Thyself to me, On the cross, where Thou didst die; I would give myself to Thee While the days are going by. Where the King, my Lord, may be, There forever would I stay; In the center of Thy will I would be, for now and aye. CHORUS: All my days and
I must have the Saviour with me, For I dare not walk alone; I must feel His presence near me And His arm around me thrown. CHORUS: Then my soul shall fear no ill; Let Him lead me where He will, I will go without a murmur, And His footsteps follow still. I must have
How far is it to Bethlehem? Not very far. Shall we find the stable room lit by a star? Can we see the little Child? Is He within? If we lift the wooden latch, may we go in? May we stroke the creatures there – Ox, ass, or sheep? May we peep like them and
What child is this who, laid to rest, On Mary’s lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this is Christ, the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing; Haste, haste to bring Him laud, The Babe, the Son of Mary! Why lies He in such mean estate
Come, Thou long-expected Jesus, Born to set Thy people free; From our fears and sins release us; Let us find our rest in Thee. CHORUS: Sweet chiming bells, oh, how they ring To welcome Christ, the newborn King! Sweet chiming bells, oh, how they ring To welcome Christ, the King! All Thy people’s consolation, Hope of all
Wonderful Counsellor, mighty God among us, Everlasting Father, Prince who rules in peace; To us a Child is born, to us a Son is giv’n. To those who walked in darkness The Light has come. Son of God, Son of Man, Word of God incarnate, Suffering Saviour, glorious risen Lord; For God so loved the
Yet once again, by God’s abundant mercy, We join our song of thankfulness and praise; Ever the light of our Redeemer’s victory Shineth before us in the world’s dark ways. Jesus shall conquer, lift up the strain! Evil shall perish and righteousness shall reign. O for the time of Christ’s completed mission! Throbs of its
Make me a channel of Your peace; Where there is hatred, let me bring Your love; Where there is injury, Your pardon, Lord, And where there’s doubt, true faith in You. CHORUS: O Master, grant that I may never seek So much to be consoled as to console, To be understood as to understand, To
Beauty for brokenness, hope for despair, Lord, in Your suffering world, this is our prayer; Bread for the children, justice, joy, peace, Sunrise to sunset Your Kingdom increase! CHORUS: God of the poor, Friend of the weak, Give us compassion, we pray. Melt our cold hearts; let tears fall like rain; Come, change our love
To be like Jesus! This hope possesses me; In every thought and deed, This is my aim, my creed; To be like Jesus! This hope possesses me; His Spirit helping me, Like Him I’ll be. This simple chorus, written by General John Gowans for the musical, Spirit , continues to inspire followers of Jesus to
Praise God for the harvest of orchard and field; Praise God for the people who gather their yield – The long hours of labour, the skills of a team, The patience of science, the power of machine. Praise God for the harvest that comes from afar, From market and harbour, the sea and the shore:
