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Let Us With a Gladsome Mind

Let us with a gladsome mind
praise the Lord, so good and kind:
for God’s mercies shall endure,
ever faithful, ever sure.

Let us blaze God’s name abroad;
of all gods the Lord is God,
for God’s mercies shall endure,
ever faithful, ever sure.

God with all-commanding might,
filled the new-made world with light,
for God’s mercies shall endure,
ever faithful, ever sure.

All things living God doth feed;
with full hand supplies their need,
for God’s mercies shall endure,
ever faithful, ever sure.

Let us then with gladsome mind
praise the Lord, so good and kind:
for God’s mercies shall endure,
ever faithful, ever sure.

(Words: John Milton, Music: Hymn Tunes of the United Brethren. Words & Music: Public Domain Church CCLI # 2458953)

Speak, Lord, in the Stillness

Speak, Lord, in the stillness
speak Your word to me;
hushed my heart to listen
in expectancy.

Speak, O gracious Master,
in this quiet hour;
let me see Your face, Lord,
feel Your touch of power.

Speak, Your servant listens,
be not silent, Lord;
let me know Your presence;
let Your voice be heard.

(Words: Emily M. Crawford; Music: Friedrich Filitz. Words & Music: Public Domain, Church CCLI # 2458953)

Joyful, Joyful We Adore You

Joyful, joyful we adore You,
God of glory, Lord of love.
Hearts unfold like flowers before You,
opening to 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 Your works with joy surround You;
earth and heaven reflect Your rays;
stars and angels sing around You,
centre of unbroken praise.
Field and forest, vale and mountain,
flowery meadow, flashing sea,
chanting bird and flowing fountain,
join to praise You joyfully.

You are giving and forgiving,
ever blessing, ever blessed,
well-spring of the joy of living,
ocean depth of happy rest.
God Creator, Christ our Saviour,
all are Yours who live in love.
Teach us how to love our neighbour;
lift us to Your joy above.

Morning stars, awake the chorus;
mortals, join with every part,
for what joy is set before us
as Christ’s love joins heart to heart!
Ever singing, march we onward,
victors in the midst of strife;
joyful music leads us sunward
in the triumph song of life.
(Words: Henry Van Dyke, Music: Ludwig van Beethoven, Words & Music © Public Domain Church CCLI #2458953)

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We Have Come Into His House

We have come into His House,
and gathered in His name to worship Him.
We have come into His House,
and gathered in His name to worship Him.
We have come into His House,
and gathered in His name to worship Christ the Lord.
Worship Him, Christ the Lord.

So forget about yourself,
and concentrate on Him and worship Him.
So forget about yourself,
and concentrate on Him and worship Him.
So forget about yourself,
and concentrate on Him and worship Christ the Lord.
Worship Him, Christ the Lord.

Let us lift up humble hearts,
and magnify His name, and worship Him.
Let us lift up humble hearts,
and magnify His name, and worship Him.
Let us lift up humble hearts,
and magnify His name, and worship Christ the Lord.
Worship Him, Christ the Lord.

(Words and Music: Bruce Ballinger, © Sound III Inc. Church CCLI # 2458953)

Count Your Blessings

When upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed,
When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord has done.

Count your blessings, name them one by one,
Count your blessings, see what God has done.
Count your blessings, name them one by one,
Count your many blessings, see what God has done!

Are you ever burdened with a load of care?
Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly,
And you will be singing as the days go by.

Count your blessings, name them one by one,
Count your blessings, see what God has done.
Count your blessings, name them one by one,
Count your many blessings, see what God has done!

So, amid the conflict whether great or small,
Do not be discouraged, God is over all;
Count your many blessings, angels will attend,
Help and comfort give you to your journey’s end.

Count your blessings, name them one by one,
Count your blessings, see what God has done.
Count your blessings, name them one by one,
Count your many blessings, see what God has done!

(Words: Johnson Oatman, Music: Edwin Excell © Public Domain; Church CCLI# 2458953)

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Day by Day and With Each Passing Moment

Day by day, and with each passing moment,
strength I find to meet my trials here;
trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment,
I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
He, whose heart is kind beyond all measure,
gives unto each day what He deems best,
lovingly its part of pain and pleasure,
mingling toil with peace and rest.

Every day the Lord, Himself, is near me,
with a special mercy for each hour;
all my cares He fain would bear and cheer me,
He whose name is Counellor and Pow’r.
The protection of His child and treasure
is a charge that on Himself He laid.
“As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,”
this the pledge to me He made.

Help me then, in every tribulation,
so to trust Thy promises, O Lord,
that I lose not faith’s sweet consolation,
offered me within Thy holy Word.
Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
e’er to take, as from a father’s hand,
one by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
till with Christ the Lord I stand.

(Words: © Carolina Sandell; Music: © Oskar Ahnfelt. Church CCLI # 2458953)

In His Time

(Words & Music: Diane Ball © Maranatha Music, Church CCLI #2458953)

In the Bulb There is a Flower

In the bulb there is a flower,
in the seed, an apple tree,
in cocoons, a hidden promise:
butterflies will soon be free!
In the cold and snow of winter
there’s a spring that waits to be;
unrevealed until its season,
something God alone can see.

There’s a song in every silence,
seeking word and melody;
there’s a dawn in every darkness,
bringing hope to you and me.
From the past will come the future;
what it holds, a mystery,
unrevealed until its season,
something God alone can see.

In our end is our beginning,
in our time, infinity;
in our doubt there is believing,
in our life, eternity;
in our death, a resurrection,
at the last, a victory;
unrevealed until its season,
something God alone can see.

(Words & Music: Natalie Sleeth © Hope Publishing Co. as in the PCC Hymnal, Church CCLI #2458953)

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Come To Us, Beloved Stranger

Come to us, beloved Stranger,
as You came that Easter day.
Walk with us to our Emmaus,
for we need You still today.
Come to us when we are broken,
when our dearest hopes are lost,
speak to us the prophets’ message
You fulfilled upon the cross.

Stay with us and give us blessing,
that our hopes again may rise.
Offer us Your broken body;
open our unseeing eyes.
Come to us, God’s love embodied;
touch our hearts with burning flame.
Risen Christ, once dead, now living,
come to us through joy, through pain.

We would never fail to see You
as You walk with us each day.
As a friend and not a stranger
You would join us on our way.
Help us trust that through Your mercy
we can doubt and fear transcend,
and to others be a blessing.
Keep us faithful till life’s end!

(Words: (C) Edith Sinclair Downing; Music: (C) Broadman Press.  Church CCLI #2458953)

Be Thou My Vision

(Music: Public Domain, Words © Oxford University Press, 1961 Church CCLI# 2458953)

In Christ Alone

In Christ alone my hope is found,
He is my light, my strength, my song.
This Cornerstone, this solid Ground,
firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
when fears are stilled, when strivings cease,
my Comforter, my All in All
here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone! -- who took on flesh,
fullness of God in helpless babe.
This gift of love and righteousness,
scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
the wrath of God was satisfied,
for every sin on Him was laid,
here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain:
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
sin’s curse has lost its grip on me.
For I am His, and He is mine,
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death,
this is the power of Christ in me.
From life’s first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man,
can ever pluck me from His hand.
Till He returns or calls me home,
here in the power of Christ I’ll stand.

No power of hell, no scheme of man,
can ever pluck me from His hand.
Till He returns or calls me home,
here in the power of Christ I’ll stand.

(Words: Keith Getty / Stuart Townend © Universal Music Publishing Group, Capitol Christian Music Group, CCLI #2458953)