Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart; Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art Thou my best Thought, by day or by night, Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light. Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word; I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord; Thou my great Father, I Thy true son; Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one. Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight; Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight; Thou my soul's Shelter, Thou my high Tower: Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power. Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise, Thou mine Inheritance, now and always: Thou and Thou only, first in my heart, High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art. High King of heaven, my victory won, May I reach heaven's joys, O bright heaven's Sun! Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all. Who is This so Weak and Helpless Who is this so weak and helpless, Child of lowly Hebrew maid, Rudely in a stable sheltered, coldly in a manger laid? 'Tis the Lord of all creation, Who this wondrous path hath trod; He is God from everlasting, and to everlasting God. Who is this, a Man of sorrows, walking sadly life's hard way, Homeless, weary, sighing, weeping, over sin and Satan's sway? 'Tis our God, our glorious Savior, Who above the starry sky Now for us a place prepareth, where no tear can dim the eye. Who is this? Behold Him shedding drops of blood upon the ground! Who is this, despised, rejected, mocked, insulted, beaten, bound? 'Tis our God, Who gifts and graces on His church now poureth down; Who shall smite in righteous judgment all His foes beneath His throne. Who is this that hangeth dying while the rude world scoffs and scorns, Numbered with the malefactors, torn with nails, and crowned with thorns? 'Tis the God Who ever liveth, 'mid the shining ones on high, In the glorious golden city, reigning everlastingly. Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted Stricken, smitten, and afflicted, See Him dying on the tree! 'Tis the Christ by man rejected; Yes, my soul, 'tis He, 'tis He! 'Tis the long expected prophet, David's Son, yet David's Lord; Proofs I see sufficient of it: 'Tis a true and faithful Word. Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning, Was there ever grief like His? Friends through fear His cause disowning, Foes insulting his distress: Many hands were raised to wound Him, None would interpose to save; But the deepest stroke that pierced Him Was the stroke that Justice gave. Ye who think of sin but lightly, Nor suppose the evil great, Here may view its nature rightly, Here its guilt may estimate. Mark the Sacrifice appointed! See Who bears the awful load! 'Tis the Word, the Lord's Anointed, Son of Man, and Son of God. Here we have a firm foundation, Here the refuge of the lost. Christ the Rock of our salvation, Christ the Name of which we boast. Lamb of God for sinners wounded! Sacrifice to cancel guilt! None shall ever be confounded Who on Him their hope have built. O The Deep, Deep Love of Jesus O the deep, deep love of Jesus, vast, unmeasured, boundless, free! Rolling as a mighty ocean in its fullness over me! Underneath me, all around me, is the current of Thy love Leading onward, leading homeward to Thy glorious rest above! O the deep, deep love of Jesus, spread His praise from shore to shore! How he loveth, ever loveth, changeth never, nevermore! How he watches o'er His loved ones, died to call them all His own; How for them intercedeth, watcheth o'er them from the throne! O the deep, deep love of Jesus, love of every love the best! 'Tis an ocean full of blessing, 'tis a haven giving rest! O the deep, deep love of Jesus, 'tis a heaven of heavens to me; And it lifts me up to glory, for it lifts me up to Thee! Christian, Dost Thou See Them? Christian, dost thou see them on the holy ground, How the powers of darkness rage thy steps around? Christian, up and smite them, counting gain but loss, In the strength that cometh by the holy cross. Christian, dost thou feel them, how they work within, Striving, tempting, luring, goading into sin? Christian, never tremble; never be downcast; Gird thee for the battle, watch and pray and fast. Christian, dost thou hear them, how they speak thee fair? "Always fast and vigil? Always watch and prayer?" Christian, answer boldly: "While I breathe I pray!" Peace shall follow battle, night shall end in day. "Well I know thy trouble, O my servant true; Thou art very weary, I was weary, too; But that toil shall make thee some day all Mine own, At the end of sorrow shall be near my throne." Who am I? Home
Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart; Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art Thou my best Thought, by day or by night, Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.
Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word; I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord; Thou my great Father, I Thy true son; Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.
Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight; Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight; Thou my soul's Shelter, Thou my high Tower: Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.
Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise, Thou mine Inheritance, now and always: Thou and Thou only, first in my heart, High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art.
High King of heaven, my victory won, May I reach heaven's joys, O bright heaven's Sun! Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.
Who is this so weak and helpless, Child of lowly Hebrew maid, Rudely in a stable sheltered, coldly in a manger laid? 'Tis the Lord of all creation, Who this wondrous path hath trod; He is God from everlasting, and to everlasting God.
Who is this, a Man of sorrows, walking sadly life's hard way, Homeless, weary, sighing, weeping, over sin and Satan's sway? 'Tis our God, our glorious Savior, Who above the starry sky Now for us a place prepareth, where no tear can dim the eye.
Who is this? Behold Him shedding drops of blood upon the ground! Who is this, despised, rejected, mocked, insulted, beaten, bound? 'Tis our God, Who gifts and graces on His church now poureth down; Who shall smite in righteous judgment all His foes beneath His throne.
Who is this that hangeth dying while the rude world scoffs and scorns, Numbered with the malefactors, torn with nails, and crowned with thorns? 'Tis the God Who ever liveth, 'mid the shining ones on high, In the glorious golden city, reigning everlastingly.
Stricken, smitten, and afflicted, See Him dying on the tree! 'Tis the Christ by man rejected; Yes, my soul, 'tis He, 'tis He! 'Tis the long expected prophet, David's Son, yet David's Lord; Proofs I see sufficient of it: 'Tis a true and faithful Word.
Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning, Was there ever grief like His? Friends through fear His cause disowning, Foes insulting his distress: Many hands were raised to wound Him, None would interpose to save; But the deepest stroke that pierced Him Was the stroke that Justice gave.
Ye who think of sin but lightly, Nor suppose the evil great, Here may view its nature rightly, Here its guilt may estimate. Mark the Sacrifice appointed! See Who bears the awful load! 'Tis the Word, the Lord's Anointed, Son of Man, and Son of God.
Here we have a firm foundation, Here the refuge of the lost. Christ the Rock of our salvation, Christ the Name of which we boast. Lamb of God for sinners wounded! Sacrifice to cancel guilt! None shall ever be confounded Who on Him their hope have built.
O the deep, deep love of Jesus, vast, unmeasured, boundless, free! Rolling as a mighty ocean in its fullness over me! Underneath me, all around me, is the current of Thy love Leading onward, leading homeward to Thy glorious rest above! O the deep, deep love of Jesus, spread His praise from shore to shore! How he loveth, ever loveth, changeth never, nevermore! How he watches o'er His loved ones, died to call them all His own; How for them intercedeth, watcheth o'er them from the throne! O the deep, deep love of Jesus, love of every love the best! 'Tis an ocean full of blessing, 'tis a haven giving rest! O the deep, deep love of Jesus, 'tis a heaven of heavens to me; And it lifts me up to glory, for it lifts me up to Thee! Christian, Dost Thou See Them? Christian, dost thou see them on the holy ground, How the powers of darkness rage thy steps around? Christian, up and smite them, counting gain but loss, In the strength that cometh by the holy cross. Christian, dost thou feel them, how they work within, Striving, tempting, luring, goading into sin? Christian, never tremble; never be downcast; Gird thee for the battle, watch and pray and fast. Christian, dost thou hear them, how they speak thee fair? "Always fast and vigil? Always watch and prayer?" Christian, answer boldly: "While I breathe I pray!" Peace shall follow battle, night shall end in day. "Well I know thy trouble, O my servant true; Thou art very weary, I was weary, too; But that toil shall make thee some day all Mine own, At the end of sorrow shall be near my throne." Who am I? Home
O the deep, deep love of Jesus, vast, unmeasured, boundless, free! Rolling as a mighty ocean in its fullness over me! Underneath me, all around me, is the current of Thy love Leading onward, leading homeward to Thy glorious rest above!
O the deep, deep love of Jesus, spread His praise from shore to shore! How he loveth, ever loveth, changeth never, nevermore! How he watches o'er His loved ones, died to call them all His own; How for them intercedeth, watcheth o'er them from the throne!
O the deep, deep love of Jesus, love of every love the best! 'Tis an ocean full of blessing, 'tis a haven giving rest! O the deep, deep love of Jesus, 'tis a heaven of heavens to me; And it lifts me up to glory, for it lifts me up to Thee!
Christian, dost thou see them on the holy ground, How the powers of darkness rage thy steps around? Christian, up and smite them, counting gain but loss, In the strength that cometh by the holy cross. Christian, dost thou feel them, how they work within, Striving, tempting, luring, goading into sin? Christian, never tremble; never be downcast; Gird thee for the battle, watch and pray and fast. Christian, dost thou hear them, how they speak thee fair? "Always fast and vigil? Always watch and prayer?" Christian, answer boldly: "While I breathe I pray!" Peace shall follow battle, night shall end in day. "Well I know thy trouble, O my servant true; Thou art very weary, I was weary, too; But that toil shall make thee some day all Mine own, At the end of sorrow shall be near my throne." Who am I? Home
Christian, dost thou see them on the holy ground, How the powers of darkness rage thy steps around? Christian, up and smite them, counting gain but loss, In the strength that cometh by the holy cross.
Christian, dost thou feel them, how they work within, Striving, tempting, luring, goading into sin? Christian, never tremble; never be downcast; Gird thee for the battle, watch and pray and fast.
Christian, dost thou hear them, how they speak thee fair? "Always fast and vigil? Always watch and prayer?" Christian, answer boldly: "While I breathe I pray!" Peace shall follow battle, night shall end in day.
"Well I know thy trouble, O my servant true; Thou art very weary, I was weary, too; But that toil shall make thee some day all Mine own, At the end of sorrow shall be near my throne."
Who am I? Home
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