The Lord’s my shepherd; I’ll not want; He makes me down to lie In pastures green; He leadeth me The quiet waters by. My soul He doth restore again, And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, E’en for His own name’s sake. Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale, Yet
Have you any room for Jesus, He who bore your load of sin? As He knocks and asks admission, Sinner, will you let Him in? CHORUS: Room for Jesus, King of Glory! Hasten now, His Word obey! Swing your heart’s door widely open; Bid Him enter while you may. Room for pleasure, room for business,
It is Jesus I need, it is Jesus indeed Who can make it all possible in me; Without Jesus I find I am so often blind To the truth He is wanting me to see. O Jesus, Jesus, You are the One who can make my life complete. O Jesus, my peace restore. It’s Jesus
Does Jesus care when my heart is pained Too deeply for mirth or song, As the burdens press and the cares distress And the way grows weary and long? CHORUS: Oh yes, He cares, I know He cares – His heart is touched with my grief; When the days are weary, the long nights dreary,
God’s soldier marches as to war – A soldier on an alien shore, A soldier true, a soldier who Will keep the highest aims in view. God’s soldier goes where sin is found; Where evil reigns, his battleground, A cunning foe to overthrow And strike for truth a telling blow. We’re going to fill, fill,
Shall we gather at the river, Where bright angel feet have trod, With its crystal tide forever Flowing by the throne of God? CHORUS: Yes, we’ll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river – Gather with the saints at the river That flows by the throne of God. On the margin of the
God is still on the throne, And He will remember His own; Though trials may press us and burdens distress us, He never will leave us alone. God is still on the throne, And He will remember His own; His promise is true, He will not forget you; God is still on the throne. So
I sing the mighty power of God, That made the mountains rise, That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies. I sing the wisdom that ordained The sun to rule the day; The moon shines full at His command, And all the stars obey. I sing the goodness of the Lord, Who
God of the open spaces, Ruler of wind and wave, Speak to my inmost being, Grant me Thyself I crave. CHORUS: God of the open spaces, God of the windswept sea, Lord of the lofty mountains, I open my heart to Thee. God of the flowering meadow, Hear now my earnest plea, Quicken my flagging
There’s a land that is fairer than day, And by faith we can see it afar, For the Father waits over the way To prepare us a dwelling-place there. CHORUS: In the sweet by-and-by We shall meet on that beautiful shore; In the sweet by-and-by We shall meet on that beautiful shore. We shall sing
Thou art the way – none other dare I follow; Thou art the truth, and Thou hast made me free; Thou art the life, the hope of my tomorrow; Thou art the Christ who died for me. This is my creed that, ‘mid earth’s sin and sorrow, My life may guide men unto Thee. Hold
Fill Thou my life, O Lord my God, In every part with praise, That my whole being may proclaim Thy being and Thy ways. Not for the lip of praise alone, Nor e’en the praising heart I ask, but for a life made up Of praise in every part! Praise in the common words I
