IMMORTAL, INVISIBLE, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessèd, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, thy great name we praise.

Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,
Nor wanting, nor wasting, Thou rulest in might.
Thy justice like mountains high soaring above
Thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love.

To all life Thou givest, to both great and small.
In all life Thou livest, the true life of all.
We blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree,
And wither and perish; but naught changeth Thee.

Great Father of glory, pure Father of light,
Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight.
All laud we would render: O help us to see
’Tis only the splendour of light hideth Thee.

Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessèd, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise.
          Walter Chalmers Smith.
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THERE’S A SOUND ON THE WIND like a victory song,
Listen now, let it rest on your soul.
It’s a song that I learned from a heavenly King,
It’s the song of a battle royal.

There’s a loud shout of victory that leaps from our hearts
As we wait for our conquering King.
There’s a triumph resounding from dark ages past
To the victory song we now sing.

Come on heaven’s children,
The city is in sight.
There will be no sadness
On the other side.

There’ll be crowns for the conquerors and white robes to wear,
There will be no more sorrow or pain.
And the battles of earth shall be lost in the sight
Of the glorious Lamb that was slain.

Now the King of the ages approaches the earth,
He will burst through the gates of the sky,
And all men shall bow down to His beautiful name,
We shall rise with a shout, we shall fly!

Come on, heaven’s children,
The city is in sight.
There will be no sadness
On the other side.

Now the King of the ages approaches the earth,
He will burst through the gates of the sky,
And all men shall bow down to His beautiful name
We shall rise with a shout, we shall fly!
          Graham Kendrick.
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WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit!
O what needless pain we bear!
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer.

Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged.
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness.
Take it to the Lord in prayer.

Are we weak and heavy-laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Saviour, still our refuge,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
In His arms He’ll take and shield thee,
Thou wilt find a solace there.
          Joseph M. Scriven.
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BE, THOU MY VISION, O Lord of my heart,
Be all else but naught to me, save that Thou art.
Be, Thou my best thought in the day and the night,
Both waking and sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be, Thou my wisdom, be, Thou my true word,
Be, Thou ever with me, and I with Thee, Lord.
Be, Thou my great Father, and I Thy true son.
Be, Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be, Thou my breastplate, my sword for the fight.
Be, Thou my whole armour, be, Thou my true might.
Be, Thou my soul’s shelter, be, Thou my strong tower:
O raise Thou me heavenward, great Power of my power.

Riches I need not, nor man’s empty praise:
Be, Thou mine inheritance now and always.
Be, Thou and Thou only the first in my heart:
O Sovereign of heaven, my treasure Thou art.

High King of heaven, Thou heaven’s bright Sun,
O grant me its joys after victory is won.
Great Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be, Thou my vision, O Ruler of all.
       Tr. Mary E. Byrne & Eleanor H. Hull.
Contributors:   David Carter, Deborah Yeates, Ruth Green, Vanessa Margan
Production:   David Carter