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2. In him shall true hearts ev'rywhere

their high communion find;

his service is the golden cord,

close binding humankind.


3. Join hands, united in the faith,

whate'er your race may be;

who serve my Father as their own

are surely kin to me.


4. In Christ now meet both east and west,

in him meet south and north;

all Christlike souls are one in him,

throughout the whole wide earth.

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312 Annie Sherwood Hawks (1835-1918)
1. I need thee ev'ry hour,

most gracious Lord;

no tender voice like thine

can peace afford.


I need thee, O I need thee!

ev’ry hour I need thee;

O bless me now,

my Saviour! I come to thee.
2. I need thee ev'ry hour;

stay thou near by;

temptations lose their pow'r

when thou art nigh.


3. I need thee ev'ry hour,

in joy or pain;

come quickly and abide,

or life is vain.


4. I need thee ev'ry hour;

teach me thy will,

and thy rich promises

in me fulfil.


5. I need thee ev'ry hour,

most Holy One;

O make me thine indeed,

thou blessed Son!

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313 Trans. from the Polish by Edith Margaret Gellibrand Reed (1885-1933).
1. Infant holy, infant lowly,

for his bed a cattle stall;

oxen lowing, little knowing

Christ the babe is Lord of all.

Swift are winging angels singing,

nowells ringing, tidings bringing,

Christ the babe is Lord of all,

Christ the babe is Lord of all.


2. Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping

vigil till the morning new;

saw the glory, heard the story,

tidings of a gospel true.

Thus rejoicing, free from sorrow,

praises voicing, greet the morrow,

Christ the babe was born for you,

Christ the babe was born for you.

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314 Frances Ridley Havergal (1836-1879)
1. In full and glad surrender,

I give myself to thee,

thine utterly and only,

and evermore to be.


2. O Son of God, who lov'st me,

I will be thine alone;

and all I have and am, Lord,

shall henceforth be thine own!


3. Reign over me, Lord Jesus,

O make my heart thy throne;

it shall be thine, dear Saviour,

it shall be thine alone.


4. O come and reign, Lord Jesus,

rule over ev'rything!

And keep me always loyal

and true to thee, my King.

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315 Anna Laetitia Waring (1820-1910) based on Psalm 23
1. In heav'nly love abiding,

no change my heart shall fear;

and safe is such confiding,

for nothing changes here.

The storm may roar without me,

my heart may low be laid,

but God is round about me,

and can I be dismayed?


2. Wherever he may guide me,

no want shall turn me back;

my Shepherd is beside me,

and nothing can I lack.

His wisdom ever waketh,

his sight is never dim,

he knows the way he taketh,

and I will walk with him.


3. Green pastures are before me,

which yet I have not seen;

bright skies will soon be o'er me,

where the dark clouds have been.

My hope I cannot measure,

my path to life is free,

my Saviour has my treasure,

and he will walk with me.

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316 William Henry Draper (1855-1933) alt.
1. In our day of thanksgiving

one psalm let us offer

for the saints who before us

have found their reward;

when the shadow of death

fell upon them, we sorrowed,

but now we rejoice

that they rest in the Lord.


2. In the morning of life,

and at noon, and at even,

he called them away

from our worship below;

but not till his love,

at the font and the altar,

supplied them with grace

for the way they should go.


3. These stones that have echoed

their praises are holy,

and dear is the ground

where their feet have once trod;

yet here they confessed

they were strangers and pilgrims,

and still they were seeking

the city of God.


4. Sing praise, then, for all who

here sought and here found him,

whose journey is ended,

whose perils are past:

they believed in the light;

and its glory is round them,

where the clouds of earth's sorrow

are lifted at last.

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317 John L. Bell (b. 1949) and Graham Maule (b. 1958) © 1987, 1997WGRG, Iona Community
1. Inspired by love and anger,

disturbed by endless pain,

aware of God's own bias,

we ask him once again:

`How long must some folk suffer?

How long can few folk mind?

How long dare vain self-int'rest

turn prayer and pity blind?'


2. From those for ever victims

of heartless human greed,

their cruel plight composes

a litany of need:

`Where are the fruits of justice?

Where are the signs of peace?

When is the day when pris'ners

and dreams find their release?'


3. From those for ever shackled

to what their wealth can buy,

the fear of lost advantage

provokes the bitter cry:

`Don't query our position!

Don't criticise our wealth!

Don't mention those exploited

by politics and stealth!'


4. To God, who through the prophets

proclaimed a diff'rent age,

we offer earth's indiff'rence,

its agony and rage:

`When will the wronged be righted?

When will the kingdom come?

When will the world be gen'rous

to all instead of some?'


5. God asks: 'Who will go for me?

Who will extend my reach?

And who, when few will listen,

will prophesy and preach?

And who, when few bid welcome,

will offer all they know?

And who, when few dare follow,

will walk the road I show?'


6. Amused in someone's kitchen,

asleep in someone's boat,

attuned to what the ancients

exposed, proclaimed and wrote,

a Saviour without safety,

a tradesman without tools

has come to tip the balance

with fishermen and fools.

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318 Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894)
1. In the bleak mid-winter

frosty wind made moan,

earth stood hard as iron,

water like a stone;

snow had fallen, snow on snow,

snow on snow,

in the bleak mid-winter, long ago.
2. Our God, heav'n cannot hold him

nor earth sustain;

heav'n and earth shall flee away

when he comes to reign.

In the bleak mid-winter

a stable-place sufficed

the Lord God almighty, Jesus Christ.
3. Enough for him, whom cherubim

worship night and day,

a breastful of milk,

and a mangerful of hay:

enough for him, whom angels

fall down before,

the ox and ass and camel which adore.
4. Angels and archangels

may have gathered there,

cherubim and seraphim

thronged the air;

but only his mother

in her maiden bliss

worshipped the beloved with a kiss.
5. What can I give him,

poor as I am?

If I were a shepherd

I would bring a lamb;

if I were a wise man

I would do my part,

yet what I can I give him:

give my heart.

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319 John Bowring (1792-1872) based on Galatians 6:14
1. In the Cross of Christ I glory,

tow'ring o'er the wrecks of time;

all the light of sacred story

gathers round its head sublime.


2. When the woes of life o'ertake me,

hopes deceive, and fears annoy,

never shall the Cross forsake me;

Lo! it glows with peace and joy.


3. When the sun of bliss is beaming

light and love upon my way,

from the Cross the radiance streaming

adds more lustre to the day.


4. Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,

by the Cross are sanctified;

peace is there that knows no measure,

joys that through all time abide.

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320 Susan Sayers (b. 1946) © 2004 Kevin Mayhew Ltd
1. In the darkness of night

when space displays its distances

marked by the light of each star,

we can stand on this earth and wonder at infinity

stretching amazingly far.

And now the maker of all things, Lord of the universe,

out of love becomes what he has made,

for here in a manger, newly born and very small,

Jesus our Saviour is laid.
2. By the light of the lamp

his mother Mary suckles him,

Jesus, her Lord and her son.

On the rough stable floor

the shepherds kneel and worship him;

God's saving reign has begun.

Because the maker of all things, Lord of the universe,

out of love becomes what he has made,

and here in a manger, newly born and very small,

Jesus our Saviour is laid.


3. By the sign of a star

the wise ones come to honour him,

willing to kneel and adore.

And across time and space

we too can join the search for him;

Joseph holds open the door.

And though our journey to find him has covered weary miles

in such joy all weariness will fade,

for here in a manger, newly born and very small,

Jesus our Saviour is laid.

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321 Martin E. Leckebusch (b. 1962) © 2004 Kevin Mayhew Ltd
1. In the garden Mary lingers,

broken and forlorn,

then an unexpected greeting

names her in the dawn:

so she meets her risen Saviour

on the resurrection morn.


2. Evening journey: two disciples,

grieving for the dead,

find a stranger walks beside them,

cheers their hearts instead –

finally they recognise him

as he breaks and shares the bread.


3. Ten distraught, confused apostles

hide away in fear;

rumours that the grave is empty

they are shocked to hear -

yet when Jesus stands among them

dread and sorrow disappear.


4. Fishermen who toiled for nothing

on the lake all night

hear the sound of Jesus' welcome

in the morning light:

in the friendship shared at breakfast

old mistakes are lost to sight.


5. Ev'ry day a fresh beginning –

newness, come what may!

In the most unlikely places

Jesus reigns today;

from the past to new horizons

Christ our Saviour leads the way.

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322 Judy Bailey Daybreak Music Ltd
I reach up high, I touch the ground,

I stomp my feet and turn around.

I've got to (woo woo) praise the Lord.

I jump and dance with all my might,

I might look funny but that's all right.

I've got to (woo woo) praise the Lord.
1. I'll do anything just for my God,

'cos he's done ev'rything for me.

It doesn't matter who is looking on,

Jesus is the person that I want to please.


2. May my whole life be a song of praise,

to worship God in ev'ry way.

In this song the actions praise his name,

I want my actions ev'ry day to do the same.

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323 Edmund Hamilton Sears (1810-1876) alt.
1. It came upon the midnight clear,

that glorious song of old,

from angels bending near the earth

to touch their harps of gold:

`Peace on the earth, goodwill to all,

from heav'n's all-gracious King!'

The world in solemn stillness lay

to hear the angels sing.


2. Still through the cloven skies they come,

with peaceful wings unfurled;

and still their heav'nly music floats

o'er all the weary world:

above its sad and lowly plains t

hey bend on hov'ring wing;

and ever o'er its Babel-sounds

the blessed angels sing.


3 Yet with the woes of sin and strife

the world has suffered long;

beneath the angel-strain have rolled

two thousand years of wrong;

and warring humankind hears not

the love-song which they bring;

O hush the noise of mortal strife,

and hear the angels sine!


4. And ye, beneath life's crushing load,

whose forms are bending low,

who toil along the climbing way

with painful steps and slow:

look now! for glad and golden hours

come swiftly on the wing;

O rest beside the weary road,

and hear the angels sing.


5. For lo, the days are hast'ning on,

by prophets seen of old,

when with the ever-circling years

comes round the age of gold;

when peace shall over all the earth

its ancient splendours fling,

and all the world give back the song

which now the angels sing.

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324 Dan Schutte (b. 1947), based on Isaiah 6 © 1981 Daniel L. Schutte and New Dawn Music
1. I, the Lord of sea and sky,

I have heard my people cry.

All who dwell in dark and sin

my hand will save.

I who made the stars of night,

I will make their darkness bright.

Who will bear my light to them?

Whom shall I send?


Here I am, Lord. Is it I, Lord?

I have heard you calling in the night.

I will go, Lord, if you lead me.

I will hold your people in my heart.
2. I, the Lord of snow and rain,

I have borne my people's pain.

I have wept for love of them.

They turn away.

I will break their hearts of stone,

give them hearts for love alone.

I will speak my word to them.

Whom shall I send?


3. I, the Lord of wind and flame,

I will tend the poor and lame.

I will set a feast for them.

My hand will save.

Finest bread I will provide

till their hearts be satisfied.

I will give my life to them.

Whom shall I send?

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325 William Walsh How (1823-1897)
1. It is a thing most wonderful,

almost too wonderful to be,

that God's own Son should come from heav'n,

and die to save a child like me.


2. And yet I know that it is true:

he chose a poor and humble lot,

and wept and toiled, and mourned and died,

for love of those who loved him not.


3. I cannot tell how he could love

a child so weak and full of sin;

his love must be most wonderful,

if he could die my love to win.


4. I sometimes think about the cross,

and shut my eyes, and try to see

the cruel nails and crown of thorns,

and Jesus crucified for me.


5. But even could I see him die,

I could but see a little part

of that great love which, like a fire,

is always burning in his heart.


6. It is most wonderful to know

his love for me so free and sure;

but 'tis more wonderful to see

my love for him so faint and poor.


7. And yet I want to love thee, Lord;

O light the flame within my heart,

and I will love thee more and more,

until I see thee as thou art.

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326 Spiritual
It's me, its me, it's me, O Lord,

standing in the need of prayer. (Repeat)
1. Not my brother or my sister,

but it's me, O Lord,

standing in the need of prayer. (Repeat)
2. Not my mother or my father .....
3. Not the stranger or my neighbour .....

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327 Basil Bridge (b. 1927) © 1990 Oxford University Press from ‘New Songs of Praise 5'
1. It's rounded like an orange,

this earth on which we stand;

and we praise the God who holds it

in the hollow of his hand.


So Father, we would thank you

for all that you have done,

and fir all that you have given us

through the coming of your Son.
2. A candle, burning brightly,

can cheer the darkest night,

and these candles tell how Jesus

came to bring a dark world light.


3. The ribbon round the orange

reminds us of the cost;

how the Shepherd, strong and gentle,

gave his life to save the lost.


4. Four seasons with their harvest

supply the food we need,

and the Spirit gives a harvest

that can make us rich indeed.


5. We come with our Christingles

to tell of Jesus' birth,

and we praise the God who blessed us

by his coming to this earth.

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328 John Glynn (b. 1948) © 1976 Kevin Maybew Ltd.
1. I watch the sunrise lighting the sky,

casting its shadows near.

And on this morning, bright though it be,

I feel those shadows near me.


But you are always close to me,

following all my ways.

May I be always close to you,

following all your ways, Lord.
2. I watch the sunlight shine through the clouds,

warming the earth below.

And at the mid-day, life seems to say:

`I feel your brightness near me.'



For you are always .....
3. I watch the sunset fading away,

lighting the clouds with sleep.

And as the evening closes its eyes,

I feel your presence near me.



For you are always .....
4. I watch the moonlight guarding the night,

waiting till morning comes.

The air is silent, earth is at rest –

only your peace is near me.



Yes, you are always .....

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329 Matt Redman @ 1994 Thankyou Music
1. I will offer up my life

in spirit and truth,

pouring out the oil of love

as my worship to you.

In surrender I must give

my ev’ry part;

Lord, receive the sacrifice

of a broken heart.


Jesus, what can I give,

what can I bring

to so faithful a friend,

to so loving a King?

Saviour, what can be said,

what can be sung

as a praise of your name

for the things you have done?

O my words could not tell,

not even in part,

of the debt of love that is owed

by this thankful heart.
2. You deserve my ev'ry breath

for you've paid the great cost;

giving up your life to death,

even death on a cross.

You took all my shame away,

there defeated my sin,

opened up the gates of heav'n,

and have beckoned me in.

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330 Francis Harold Rowley (1854-1952) © Harper Colins Religious. Administered by CopyCare
1. I will sing the wondrous story

of the Christ who died for me,

how he left the realms of glory

for the cross on Calvary.

Yes, I'll sing the wondrous story

of the Christ who died for me -

sing it with his saints in glory,

gathered by the crystal sea.


2. I was lost but Jesus found me,

found the sheep that went astray,

raised me up and gently led me

back into the narrow way.

Days of darkness still may meet me,

sorrow's path I oft may tread;

but his presence still is with me,

by his guiding hand I'm led.


3. He will keep me till the river

rolls its waters at my feet:

then he'll bear me safely over,

made by grace for glory meet.

Yes, I'll sing the wondrous story

of the Christ who died for me -

sing it with his saints in glory,

gathered by the crystal sea.

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331 Latin (17th century) trans. Henry Williams Baker (1821-1877)
1. Jesu, grant me this, I pray,

ever in thy heart to stay;

let me evermore abide

hidden in thy wounded side.


2. If the world or Satan lay

tempting snares about my way,

I am safe when I abide

in thy heart and wounded side.


3. If the flesh, more dang'rous still,

tempt my soul to deeds of ill,

naught I fear when I abide

in thy heart and wounded side.


4. Death will come one day to me;

Jesu, cast me not from thee:

dying let me still abide

in thy heart and wounded side.

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332 Tom S. Colvin (b. 1925) based on a song from North Ghana © 1969 Hope Publishing. Administered by CopyCare
Jesu, Jesu,

fill us with your love,

show us how to serve

the neighbours we have from you.
1. Kneels at the feet of his friends,

silently washes their feet,

Master who acts as a slave to them.
2. Neighbours are wealthy and poor,

varied in colour and race,

neighbours are near us and far away.
3. These are the ones we should serve,

these are the ones we should love,

all these are neighbours to us and you.
4. Loving puts us on our knees,

silently washing their feet,

this is the way we should live with you.

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333 Charles Wesley (1707-1788) alt.
1. Jesu, lover of my soul,

let me to thy bosom fly,

while the gath'ring waters roll,

while the tempest still is high:

hide me, O my Saviour, hide,

till the storm of life is past;

safe into the haven guide,

O receive my soul at last.


2. Other refuge have I none,

hangs my helpless soul on thee;

leave, ah, leave me not alone,

still support and comfort me.

All my trust on thee is stayed,

all my help from thee I bring;

cover my defenceless head

with the shadow of thy wing.


3. Plenteous grace with thee is found,

grace to cleanse from ev'ry sin;


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