HOLY SPIRIT, FAITHUFUL GUIDE

                               

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Holy Spirit, Faithful Guide

1. Holy Spirit, faithful Guide, ever near the Christian's side;
Gently lead us by the hand, pilgrims in a desert land.
Weary souls fore'er rejoice, while they hear that sweetest voice,
Whispering softly, "Wanderer, come, follow Me, I'll guide thee home."

2. Ever present, truest Friend, ever near Thine aid to lend,
Leave us not to doubt and fear, groping on in darkness drear.
When the storms are raging sore, hearts grow faint and hopes give o'er.
Whispering softly, "Wanderer, come, follow Me, I'll guide thee home."

3. When our days of toil cease, waiting still for sweet release,
Nothing left but heaven and prayer, wondering if our names are there;
Wading deep the dismal flood, pleading naught but Jesus' blood,
Whispering softly, "Wanderer, come, follow Me, I'll guide thee home."

Lyrics: Marcus Morris Wells
Music: Marcus Morris Wells

Tune: FAITHFUL GUIDE


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JFVbeWvSKsM

I AM NOT ASHAMED TO OWN MY LORD

                                  

1 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord,
or to defend his cause,
maintain the glory of his cross,
and honor all his law

2 Jesus, my Lord! I know his name,
his name is all my boast;
nor will he put my soul to shame,
nor let my hope be lost.

3 I know that safe with him remains,
protected by his power
what I've committed to his trust,
till the decisive hour.

4 Then will he won his servant's name,
before his Father's face,
and in the New Jerusalem
appoint my soul a place.

 be ashamed. Luke 9:26

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Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

Words: Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spir­it­u­al Songs, 1707.

Music: Bel­mont, Sac­red Mel­o­dies, by Will­iam Gar­din­er, 1812 




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPPHQNx5ouY

O WEARY HEART THERE IS A HOME

Verse 1
O weary heart, there is a home,
Beyond the reach of toil and care;
A home where changes never come:
Who would not fain be resting there?

Chorus
Oh wait, meekly wait, and murmur not!
Oh wait, meekly wait, and murmur not!
Oh wait, oh wait, oh wait, and murmur not!

Verse 2
Yet when bowed down beneath the load
By heaven allowed, thine earthly lot;
Look up! thou'lt reach that blest abode;
Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not!

Chorus
Oh wait, meekly wait, and murmur not!
Oh wait, meekly wait, and murmur not!
Oh wait, oh wait, oh wait, and murmur not!

Verse 3
If in thy path some thorns are found,
Oh, think who bore them on His brow;
If grief thy sorrowing heart has found,
It reached a holier than thou.

Chorus
Oh wait, meekly wait, and murmur not!
Oh wait, meekly wait, and murmur not!
Oh wait, oh wait, oh wait, and murmur not!

Verse 4
Toil on! Nor deem, though sore it be,
One sigh unheard, one prayer forgot;
The day of rest will dawn for thee:
Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not!

Chorus
Oh wait, meekly wait, and murmur not!
Oh wait, meekly wait, and murmur not!
Oh wait, oh wait, oh wait, and murmur not!



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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yQPce84RC8&list=PLzXj5ZaiQ2rBkJIx8Wl0WhV0FTwda3Co7

TELL ME THE OLD OLD STORY

                                    

Tell me the old, old story of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory, of Jesus and His love.
Tell me the story simply, as to a little child,
For I am weak and weary, and helpless and defiled.

Refrain

Tell me the old, old story, tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story, of Jesus and His love.

Tell me the story slowly, that I may take it in,
That wonderful redemption, God’s remedy for sin.
Tell me the story often, for I forget so soon;
The early dew of morning has passed away at noon.

Refrain

Tell me the story softly, with earnest tones and grave;
Remember I’m the sinner whom Jesus came to save.
Tell me the story always, if you would really be,
In any time of trouble, a comforter to me.

Refrain

Tell me the same old story when you have cause to fear
That this world’s empty glory is costing me too dear.
Yes, and when that world’s glory is dawning on my soul,
Tell me the old, old story: “Christ Jesus makes thee whole.”

Refrain

(  Englishevangelist, Miss Katherine Hankey, in 1866 when she was recovering from a serious illness in London.It was set to music by Bishop Doane who was much impressed by the poem when it was recited by Major General David Russell while they were attending an international convention of the YMCA in Montreal in 1867.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2jWAPyxnFfE