CHRIST, WHOSE GLORY FILLS THE SKIES,
Christ, the true, the only light,
Sun of righteousness, arise,
Triumph o’er the shades of night:
Dayspring from on high, be near;
Daystar in my heart appear.

Dark and cheerless is the morn
Unaccompanied by Thee.
Joyless is the day’s return,
Till Thy mercy’s beams I see.
Till they inward light impart,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.

Visit then this soul of mine.
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief.
Fill me, radiancy divine.
Scatter all my unbelief.
More and more Thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.
          Charles Wesley
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IN CHRIST ALONE my hope is found,
He is my light, my strength, my song.
This Cornerstone, this solid Ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace?
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My Comforter, my All in All,
Here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone! – who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save:
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied –
For every sin on Him was laid;
Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain:
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me,
For I am His and He is mine –
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death,
This is the power of Christ in me;
From life’s first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand.
Till He returns or calls me home,
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand!
          Stuart Townend
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JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past.
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee.
Leave, ah, leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring.
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.

Thou, O Christ, art all I want.
More than all in Thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy name,
I am all unrighteousness.
False and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin.
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art.
Freely let me take of Thee.
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.
          Charles Wesley.
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O WORSHIP THE LORD in the beauty of holiness,
Bow down before Him, His glory proclaim.
With gold of obedience and incense of lowliness,
Kneel and adore Him; the Lord is His name.

Low at His feet lay thy burden of carefulness,
High on His heart He will bear it for thee,
Comfort thy sorrows, and answer thy prayerfulness,
Guiding thy steps as may best for thee be.

Fear not to enter His courts in the slenderness
Of the poor wealth thou wouldst reckon as thine.
Truth in its beauty, and love in its tenderness,
These are the offerings to lay on His shrine.

These, though we bring them in trembling and fearfulness,
He will accept for the name that is dear.
Mornings of joy give for evenings of tearfulness,
Trust for our trembling, and hope for our fear.

O worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness,
Bow down before Him, His glory proclaim.
With gold of obedience and incense of lowliness,
Kneel and adore Him: the Lord is His name.
          John S. B. Monsell 
Contributors:   Revd Graham Summers, Mary Lee, Deborah Yeates, Jean Stables, Sally Clements, Sue Wallace, Alison Bright, David Winder
Production:   David Carter