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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)