We’ve a story to tell to the nations That shall turn their hearts to the right – A story of truth and mercy, A story of peace and light, A story of peace and light. For the darkness shall turn to dawning, And the dawning to noonday bright, And Christ’s great Kingdom shall come to
Lord, here today my great need I am feeling; Wilt Thou not visit my soul once again? I long to feel Thy sweet touch and its healing; Wonderful Healer, touch me again. Touch me again, touch me again, Wonderful Healer, touch me again. (2x) Often I’ve pressed through the throng for the blessing Which, through
From the heart of Jesus flowing Cometh Heaven’s peace to me, Ever deeper, richer growing, Through the cross of Calvary; Passing mortal understanding, Yet to seeking ones made known, And for all the race expanding – Gift of God unto His own. To the heart where strife was reigning, Jesus spake, dissension ceased; From the
Brother, sister, let me serve you; Let me be as Christ to you; Pray that I might have the grace to Let you be my servant, too. We are pilgrims on a journey; We are family on the road; We are here to help each other Walk the miles and bear the load. I will
‘Mid all the traffic of the ways, Turmoils without, within, Make in my heart a quiet place And come and dwell therein: A little shrine of quietness All sacred to Thyself, Where Thou shalt all my soul possess And I may find myself: A little place of mystic grace, Of self and sin swept bare,
Master, speak: Thy servant heareth, Waiting for Thy gracious word, Longing for Thy voice that cheereth; Master, let it now be heard. I am listening, Lord, for Thee; What hast Thou to say to me? Speak to me by name, O Master, Let me know it is to me. Speak, that I may follow faster,
I am praying, blessèd Saviour, To be more and more like Thee; I am praying that Thy Spirit Like a dove may rest on me. CHORUS: Thou who knowest all my weakness, Thou who knowest all my care, While I plead each precious promise, Hear, oh, hear and answer prayer! I am praying to be
God of comfort and compassion, God of wisdom, grace and power, Hear our earnest intercession In this quiet evening hour. Strengthen all who fight Thy battles In this land and lands afar; Be companion, friend and shepherd Whereso’er Thy children are. Some we love bear heavy burdens, Some have wandered from the way; Be their
Hold Thou my hand! So weak I am, and helpless, I dare not take one step without Thy aid; Hold Thou my hand, for then, O loving Saviour, No dread of ill shall make my soul afraid. Hold Thou my hand! And closer, closer draw me To Thy dear self, my hope, my joy, my
When I’m tired and nothing’s going right for me, When things I’ve counted on Just do not come my way, When in my mind the Thick grey folds of doubt arise, It’s then I seem to hear Him say: “Share My yoke and find that I am joined with you; Your slightest movement I shall
When shall I come unto the healing waters? Lifting my heart, I cry to Thee my prayer; Spirit of peace, my comforter and healer, In whom my springs are found, Let my soul meet Thee there. From a hill I know, Healing waters flow; O rise, Immanuel’s tide, And my soul overflow! Wash from my
How Much More If human hearts are often tender, And human minds can pity know; If human love is touched with splendour, And human hands compassion show, Then how much more shall God our Father In love forgive, in love forgive! Then how much more shall God our Father Our wants supply, and none deny!
