- More about Jesus would I know,
More of His grace to others show;
More of His saving fullness see,
More of His love who died for me.- Refrain:
More, more about Jesus,
More, more about Jesus;
More of His saving fullness see,
More of His love who died for me.
- Refrain:
- More about Jesus let me learn,
More of His holy will discern;
Spirit of God, my teacher be,
Showing the things of Christ to me. - More about Jesus, in His Word,
Holding communion with my Lord;
Hearing His voice in every line,
Making each faithful saying mine. - More about Jesus on His throne,
Riches in glory all His own;
More of His kingdom’s sure increase;
More of His coming, Prince of Peace.
Thursday, January 2, 2014
MORE ABOUT JESUS
HOW I PRAISE THEE
- How I praise Thee, precious Savior,
That Thy love laid hold of me;
Thou hast saved and cleansed and filled me,
That I might Thy channel be. - Channels only, blessed Master,
But with all Thy wondrous grace,
Flowing through us, Thou canst use us
Every hour in every place. - Just a channel, full of blessing,
To the thirsty hearts around;
To tell out Thy full salvation,
All Thy loving message sound. - Emptied that Thou shouldest fill me,
A clean vessel in Thine hand;
With no strength but as Thou givest
Graciously with each command. - Witnessing Thy grace to save me,
Setting free from self and sin;
Thou hast bought me to possess me,
In Thy fulness, Lord, come in. - O Lord, fill now with Thy Spirit
Hearts that full surrender know;
That the streams of living water
From our inner man may flow.
SING THEM OVER AGAIN TO ME.
- PHILP P BLISS
Friday, December 6, 2013
HOLY SPIRIT, FAITHUFUL GUIDE
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
Music: Marcus Morris Wells
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
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.
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.
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.
before his Father's face,
and in the New Jerusalem
appoint my soul a place.
Music: Belmont, Sacred Melodies, by William Gardiner, 1812
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPPHQNx5ouY
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?
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!
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!
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!
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.
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!
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!
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!
ALT:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yQPce84RC8&list=PLzXj5ZaiQ2rBkJIx8Wl0WhV0FTwda3Co7
Oh wait, meekly wait, and murmur not!
Oh wait, meekly wait, and murmur not!
Oh wait, oh wait, oh wait, and murmur not!
ALT:
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.
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 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.
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.
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.”
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.)
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