FATHER, I PLACE INTO YOUR HANDS
The things I cannot do.
Father, I place into Your hands
The things that I’ve been through.
Father, I place into Your hands
The way that I should go,
For I know I always can trust You.

Father, I place into Your hands
My friends and family.
Father, I place into Your hands
The things that trouble me.
Father, I place into Your hands
The person I would be,
For I know I always can trust You.

Father, we love to see Your face,
We love to hear Your voice.
Father, we love to sing Your praise
And in Your name rejoice.
Father, we love to walk with You
And in Your presence rest,
For we know we always can trust You.

Father, I want to be with You
And do the things You do.
Father, I want to speak the words
That You are speaking too.
Father, I want to love the ones
That You will draw to You,
For I know that I am one with You.
          Jenny Hewer.
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LET US WITH A GLADSOME MIND
Praise the Lord, for He is kind:

  For His mercies shall endure,
  Ever faithful, ever sure.

Let us blaze His name abroad,
For of gods He is the God:

He, with all-commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light:

He the golden-tressèd sun
Caused all day his course to run:

And the silver moon by night,
’Mid her spangled sisters bright:

He His chosen race did bless
In the wasteful wilderness:

All things living He doth feed,
His full hand supplies their need:

Let us with a gladsome mind
Praise the Lord, for He is kind:
          John Milton.
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FATHER GOD, I WONDER
how I managed to exist
Without the knowledge
of Your parenthood
and Your loving care.
But now I am Your son,
I am adopted in Your family,
And I can never be alone,
’Cause Father God,
You’re there beside me.

I will sing Your praises,
I will sing Your praises,
I will sing Your praises,
Forever more.
I will sing Your praises,
I will sing Your praises,
I will sing Your praises,
Forever more.
          lan Smale.
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AT THE NAME OF JESUS
Every knee shall bow,
Every tongue confess Him
King of glory now;
’Tis the Father’s pleasure
We should call Him Lord,
Who from the beginning
Was the mighty Word.

Humbled for a season,
To receive a name
From the lips of sinners
Unto whom He came;
Faithfully He bore it
Spotless to the last,
Brought it back victorious,
When from death He passed.

Bore it up triumphant
With its human light,
Through all ranks of creatures
To the central height,
To the throne of Godhead,
To the Father’s breast,
Filled it with the glory
Of that perfect rest.

In your hearts enthrone Him;
There let Him subdue
All that is not holy,
All that is not true;
Crown Him as your Captain
In temptation’s hour,
Let His will enfold you
In its light and power.

Brothers, this Lord Jesus
Shall return again,
With His Father’s glory,
With His angel-train;
For all wreaths of empire
Meet upon His brow,
And our hearts confess Him
King of glory now.
     Caroline Maria Noel.

Contributors:   David Carter, Deborah Yeates, Jean Stables, Alison Bright, Alison Peters

Production:   David Carter