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A Mighty Fortress
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A mighty fortress is our God,
a bulwark never failing,
our present help amid the flood
of mortal ills prevailing.
For still our ancient foe
doth seek to work us woe,
with craft and power great,
and armed with cruel hate,
on earth without an equal.
Did we in our own strength confide,
our striving would be losing,
but there is one who takes our side,
the one of God’s own choosing.
You ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is he
with mighty power to save,
victorious o’er the grave,
Christ will prevail triumphant!
And though this world with devils filled,
should threaten to undo us,
we will not fear for God has willed
the truth to triumph through us.
The powers of darkness grim,
we tremble not for them;
their rage we can endure,
for lo, their doom is sure:
One little word shall fell them.
God’s word above all earthly powers,
no thanks to them, abideth.
The Spirit and the gifts are ours,
through Christ, who with us sideth.
Let goods and kindred go,
this mortal life also.
The body they may kill,
God’s truth abideth still,
God’s reign endures forever.
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Rock of Ages
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Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
let me hide myself in thee;
let the water and the blood,
from thy wounded side which flowed,
be of sin the double cure;
save from wrath and make me pure.
Not the labors of my hands
can fulfill thy law’s demands;
could my zeal no respite know,
could my tears forever flow,
all for sin could not atone;
thou must save, and thou alone.
Nothing in my hand I bring,
simply to the cross I cling;
naked, come to thee for dress;
helpless, look to thee for grace;
foul, I to the fountain fly;
wash me, Savior, or I die.
While I draw this fleeting breath,
when mine eyes shall close in death,
when I soar to worlds unknown,
see thee on thy judgement throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
let me hide myself in thee.
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Come Thou Fount
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Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
tune my heart to sing thy grace;
streams of mercy, never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
mount of thy redeeming love.
Here I raise to thee an altar;
hither by thy help I’m come;
and I hope, by thy good pleasure,
safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
wandering from the fold of God;
he, to rescue me from danger,
interposed hid precious blood.
O to grace how great a debtor
daily I’m constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, how I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy court’s above.
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O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
that in thine ocean depths its flow
may richer, fuller be.
O Light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
my heart restores its borrowed ray,
that in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
may brighter, fairer be.
O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
and feel the promise is not vain
that morn shall tearless be.
O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
and from the ground there blossoms red
life that shall endless be.
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Are Ye Able
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“Are ye able,” said the Master, “to be crucified with me?”
“Yea, the sturdy dreamers answered, “to the death we follow thee.”
“Lord, we are able.” Our spirits are thine.
Remold them, make us, like thee, divine.
Thy guiding radiance above us shall be
a beacon to God, to love and loyalty.
“Are ye able” to remember, when a thief lifts up his eyes,
that his pardoned soul is worthy of a place in paradise?
“Lord, we are able.” Our spirits are thine.
Remold them, make us, like thee, divine.
Thy guiding radiance above us shall be
a beacon to God, to love and loyalty.
“Are ye able” when the shadows close around you with the sod,
to believe that spirit triumphs, to commend your soul to God?
“Lord, we are able.” Our spirits are thine.
Remold them, make us, like thee, divine.
Thy guiding radiance above us shall be
a beacon to God, to love and loyalty.
“Are ye able?” Still the Master whispers down eternity,
and heroic spirits answer now, as then, in Galilee.
“Lord, we are able.” Our spirits are thine.
Remold them, to make us, like thee, divine.
Thy guiding radiance above us shall be
a beacon to God, to love and loyalty.
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Abide with Me
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Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
the darkness deepens, God, with me abide;
when other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
change and decay in all around I see;
O thou who changest not, abide with me.
I need thy presence every passing hour;
what but thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.
I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless;
ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still if thou abide with me.
Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes;
shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies;
heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
in life, in death, O God, abide with me.
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Joyful, Joyful
04:08
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Joyful, joyful, we adore thee,
God of glory, Lord of love;
hearts unfold like flowers before thee,
opening to the sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness,
drive our fear and doubt away;
giver of immortal gladness, fill us with the light of day.
All thy works with joy surround thee,
earth and heaven reflect thy rays,
stars and angels sing around,
thee center of unbroken praise.
Field and forest, vale and mountain,
flowery meadow, flashing sea,
chanting bird and flowing fountain call us to rejoice in thee.
Thou art giving and forgiving,
ever blessing, ever blest,
well-spring of the joy of living,
ocean depth of happy rest!
Thou our Father, Christ our Brother,
all who live in love are thine;
teach us how to love each other, lift us to the joy divine.
Mortals, join the happy chorus,
stars of morning, take your part;
love divine is reigning o’er us,
binding those of tender heart.
Ever singing, move we onward,
victors in the midst of strife,
joyful music leads us sunward in the triumph song of life.
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My Shepherd
04:06
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My Shepherd, you supply my need;
Most holy is your name;
In pastures fresh you make me feed,
Beside the living stream.
You bring my wand’ring spirit back,
When I forsake your ways;
You lead me for your mercy’s sake,
In paths of truth and grace.
When through the shades of death I walk,
Your presence is my stay;
One word of your supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.
Your hand in sight of all my foes,
Does still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
Your oil anoints my head.
Your sure provisions, gracious God,
Attend me all my days;
O may your house be my abode,
And all my work be praise.
Here would I find a settled rest,
While others go and come;
No more a stranger, nor a guest,
but like a child at home.
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He Leadeth Me
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He leadeth me: O blessed thought!
O words with heavenly comfort fraught!
Whate’er I do, where’er I be,
still tis God’s hand that leadeth me.
He leadeth me, he leadeth me,
by his own hand he leadeth me:
his faithful follower I would be,
for by his hand he leadeth me.
Lord, I would place my hand in thine,
nor ever murmur nor repine;
by water’s still, o’er troubled sea,
still tis thy hand that leadeth me.
He leadeth me, he leadeth me,
by his own hand he leadeth me:
his faithful follower I would be,
for by his hand he leadeth me.
And when my task on earth is done,
when, by thy grace, the victory’s won,
e’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
since God thro’ Jordan leadeth me.
He leadeth me, he leadeth me,
by his own hand he leadeth me:
his faithful follower I would be,
for by his hand he leadeth me.
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Be Thou My Vision
03:29
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Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
naught be all else to me, save that thou art
thou my best thought by day or by night,
waking or sleeping, thy presence my light.
Be thou my wisdom, and thou my true word;
I ever with thee and thou with me, Lord;
thou my redeemer, my love thou hast won,
thou in me dwelling, and I with thee one.
Riches I heed not, nor vain, empty praise,
thou mine inheritance, now and always:
thou and thou only, first in my heart,
Great God of heaven, my treasure thou art.
Great God of heaven, my victory won,
may I reach heaven’s joys, O bright heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
still be my vision, O Ruler of all.
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In the Garden
03:11
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I come to the garden alone,
while the dew is still on the roses;
and the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
the Son of God discloses.
And he walks with me, and he talks with me,
and he tells me I am his own,
and the joy we share, as we tarry there,
none other has ever known.
He speaks, and the sound of his voice
is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
and the melody that he gave to me
within my heart is ringing.
And he walks with me, and he talks with me,
and he tells me I am his own,
and the joy we share, as we tarry there,
none other has ever known.
I’d stay in the garden with him
though the night around me be falling,
but he bids me go; through the voice of woe
his voice to me is calling.
And he walks with me, and he talks with me,
and he tells me I am his own,
and the joy we share, as we tarry there,
none other has ever known.
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Love Divine
05:04
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Love divine, all loves excelling;
joy of heaven, to earth come down;
fix in us thy humble dwelling,
all thy faithful mercies crown;
Jesus, thou art all compassion,
pure, unbounded love thou art;
visit us with thy salvation,
enter every trembling heart.
Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit
into every troubled breast;
let us all in thee inherit,
let us find thy promised rest;
take away our love of sinning;
alpha and omega be;
end of faith, as its beginning,
set our hearts at liberty.
Come, almighty to deliver,
let us all thy life receive;
suddenly return and never,
never more thy temples leave.
Thee we would be always blessing,
serve thee as thy hosts above,
pray, and praise thee without ceasing,
glory in thy perfect love.
Finish, then, thy new creation;
pure and spotless let us be,
let us see thy great salvation
perfectly restored in thee;
changed from glory into glory,
till in heaven we take our place,
till we cast our crowns before thee,
lost in wonder, love and praise.
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Stephen Yarbrough aka christianhippie Indianapolis, Indiana
Stephen is an artist, minister, and songwriter from Indianapolis. He is known both for adapting old hymns with modern rhythms and for creative, thoughtful songwriting. He is also a painter. These days, he spends most time at home caring for his two young sons. ... more
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