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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