Hymns
NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE,

Nearer to Thee:

E’en though it be a cross

That raiseth me,

Still all my song would be,

Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee, nearer to Thee.

 

Though, like the wanderer,

The sun gone down,

Darkness be over me,

My rest a stone,

Yet in my dreams I’d be

Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee, nearer to Thee.

 

There, let the way appear,

Steps up to heaven.

All that Thou sendest me,

In mercy given.

Angels to beckon me

Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee, nearer to Thee.

 

Then, with my waking thoughts

Bright with Thy praise,

Out of my stony griefs

Bethel I’ll raise;

So by my woes to be

Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee, nearer to Thee.

 

Or, if on joyful wing

Cleaving the sky,

Sun, moon, and stars forgot,

Upwards I fly,

Still all my song shall be,

Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee, nearer to Thee.

Sarah Flower Adams.

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.

BE STILL, for the presence of the Lord, the Holy One is here.

Come bow before Him now with reverence and fear.

In Him no sin is found, we stand on holy ground.

Be still, for the presence of the Lord, the Holy One is here.

 

Be still, for the glory of the Lord is shining all around.

He burns with holy fire; with splendour He is crowned.

How awesome is the sight, our radiant King of light!

Be still, for the glory of the Lord is shining all around.

 

Be still, for the power of the Lord is moving in this place.

He comes to cleanse and heal, to minister His grace.

No work too hard for Him, in faith receive from Him.

Be still, for the power of the Lord is moving in this place.

David J. Evans.

I WILL SING THE WONDROUS STORY

Of the Christ who died for me.

How He left His home in glory

For the cross on Calvary.

I was lost but Jesus found me,

Found the sheep that went astray.

Threw His loving arms around me,

Drew me back into His way.

 

I was bruised but Jesus healed me,

Faint was I from many a fall.

Sight was gone, and fears possessed me,

But He freed me from them all.

Days of darkness still come o’er me.

Sorrow’s paths I often tread,

But the Saviour still is with me,

By His hand I’m safely led.

 

He will keep me till the river

Rolls its waters at my feet,

Then He’ll bear me safely over,

All my joys in Him complete.

Yes, I’ll sing the wondrous story

Of the Christ who died for me.

Sing it with the saints in glory,

Gathered by the crystal sea.

      Francis Rawley
Contributors:   David Carter, Revd Mike Bisset, Roger and Christine Edwards, Deborah Yeates, Sue Wallace, Sally Clements
Production:   David Carter