Sing to him, sing praises to him!

I need thee every hour,
most gracious Lord;
no tender voice like thine
can peace afford.

 

Refrain:
I need thee, O I need thee,
every hour I need thee.
O bless me now, my Savior;
I come to thee.

 I need thee every hour;
stay thou near by;
temptations lose their power
when thou art nigh. [Refrain]

 I need thee every hour,
in joy or pain;
come quickly and abide,
or life is vain. [Refrain]

 I need thee every hour;
teach me thy will;
and thy rich promises
in me fulfill. [Refrain]

 I need thee every hour,
Most Holy One;
O make me thine indeed,
thou Blessed Son! [Refrain]

(I Need Thee Every Hour ~ words: Annie S Hawks, 1872)

Gloria Patri

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost;

as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen, amen. 

(anonymous, 2nd Century)

1 Chronicles 16:8-11 (ESV)

Oh give thanks to the Lord; call upon his name;
    make known his deeds among the peoples! 

 Sing to him, sing praises to him;
    tell of all his wondrous works! Glory in his holy name;
    let the hearts of those who seek the Lord rejoice! Seek the Lord and his strength;
    seek his presence continually!

 ~Grace & Peace~

{Sunday} Morning Worship & Praise

Amazing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, should die for me!

And can it be that I should gain
An int'rest in the Savior's blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain?
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, should die for me?

'Tis mystery all! Th'Immortal dies!
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine!
'Tis mercy all! let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more.

He left His Father's throne above,
So free, so infinite His grace;
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam's helpless race;
'Tis mercy all, immense and free;
For, O my God, it found out me.  

Long my imprisoned spirit lay
Fast bound in sin and nature's night;
Thine eye diffused a quick'ning ray,
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free;
I rose, went forth and followed Thee.

No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him is mine!
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th'eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.  

Amazing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, should die for me!

And Can It Be, That I Should Gain?

Charles Wesley, 1738 

~Joy in the Sabbath~