In The Garden

 

In The Garden

This is my favorite song. When I sing this song, I picture myself walking in God’s garden and Jesus coming along side me to hold my hand and tell me I am His own. I don’t believe any of us will understand true happiness until we are in the presence of Jesus Christ our Savior. Can you see yourself walking and talking with Jesus? I hope you can.

Lyrics by C. Austin Miles, arranged by C. Austin Miles

“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.

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.

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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The Touch of His Hand on MIne

 

The Touch of His Hand on Mine

When my husband was living his last days, the only way I could sleep was while I had my hands clasped together, I felt God’s presence in that hand. He held my hand every night and since then. I cannot have a peaceful night if God’s hands aren’t clasped with mine. Even better when I hug myself it is God’s arms that surround me.

Lyrics by Jessie B. Pounds, arranged by Henry P. Morton

“There are days so dark that I seek in vain for the face of my Friend Divine; But though darkness hide He is there to guide by the touch of His hand on mine.

There are times, when tired of the toilsome road, that for ways of the world I pine; But He draws me back to the upward track by the touch of His hand on mine.

When the way is dim, I cannot see through the mist of His wise design, how my glad heart yearns and my faith returns by the touch of His hand on mine.

In the last sad hour, as I stand alone where the powers of death combine, while the dark waves roll, He will guide my soul by the touch of His hand on mine.

Oh, the touch of His hand on mine! Oh, the touch of His hand on mine! There is grace and power in the trying hour, in the touch of His hand on mine. Amen”

 

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Walking Alone at Eve

 

Walking Alone at Eve

Have you ever walked alone and noticed all of God’s handiwork around you, above you? Looking up at the blue skies, seeing clouds, possibly stars later in the night. All of it belongs to God and He shares it as His love to us. This song reminds me of other songs like “In the Garden” and “My God and I”. All beautiful songs that depict how it will be with God in heaven. I want to be part of that someday. To walk with Jesus in the garden to see how His creations come to life through His love.

Lyrics by Thomas R. Sweatmon, arranged by Wiiliam Washington Slater

“Walking alone at eve and viewing the skies afar; Bidding the darkness come to welcome each silver star; I have a great delight in the wonderful scenes above, God in His power and might is showing His truth and love.

Sitting alone at eve and dreaming the hours away, watching the shadows falling now at the close of day; God in His mercy comes with His Word He is drawing near, spreading His love and truth around me and everywhere.

Closing my eyes at eve and thinking of Heaven’s grace, longing to see my Lord, yes, meeting Him face to face; Trusting Him as my all wheresoever my footsteps roam, pleading with Him to guide me on to the Spirit’s home!

O for a home with God, a place in His courts to rest. Sure, in a safe abode with Jesus and the blest; Fest for a weary soul once redeemed by the Savior’s love, Where I’ll be pure and whole and live with my God above!

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Beneath the Cross of Jesus

 

Beneath the Cross of Jesus

As Christians we take the place under Christ’s cross. It is the center of salvation, comfort and Christian identity. It shows us God’s wondrous love and our own worthlessness. We live in God’s grace, and all glory goes to Him.

Lyrics by Elizabeth C. Clephane, arranged by Frederick C. Maker

“Beneath the cross of Jesus, I fain would take my stand, the shadow of a mighty Rock within a weary land; A home within the wilderness, a rest upon the way, from the burning of the noonday heat, and the burden of the day.

Upon that cross of Jesus mine eye at times can see the very dying form of One who suffered there for me; And from my smitten heart with tears two wonders I confess, the wonders of His glorious love, and my own worthlessness.

I take, O cross thy shadow for my abiding place; I ask no other sunshine than the sunshine of His face; Content to let the world go by, to know no gain nor loss, my sinful self my only shame, My glory all the cross.”

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Faith is the Victory!

 

Faith is the Victory!

Christians arise! Arm yourself with the Word of God. It is our shield and protector. God’s truth abounds and our faith increases. In every battle that was orchestrated in God’s word became a victory when the soldiers’ eyes were on the Lord. Our battles are won by God when our faith stands tall and shouts the words of God. Turn to Him and we’ll vanquish all the hosts of night, in Jesus’ conquering name.

Lyrics by John H. Yates, arranged by Ira D. Sankey

“Encamped along the hills of light, ye Christian soldiers, rise, and press the battle ere the night shall veil the glowing skies. Against the foe in vales below let all our strength be hurled; Faith is the victory, we know, that overcomes the world.

His banner over us is love, our sword the word of God; We tread the road the saints above with shouts of triumph trod, by faith, they like a whirlwind’s breath, swept on every field; The faith by which they conquered death. Is still our shining shield.

On every hand the foe we find drawn up in dread array; Let tents of ease be left behind, and onward to the fray. Salvation’s helmet on each head, with truth all girt about, the earth shall tremble beneath our tread, and echo with our shout.

To him that overcomes the foe, white raiment shall be given; Before the angels he shall know His name confessed in heaven. Then onward from the hills of light, our hearts with love-aflame; We’ll vanquish all the hosts of night, in Jesus’ conquering name.

Faith is the victory! Faith is the victory! Oh, glorious victory that overcomes the world.

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Faith of Our Fathers

 

Faith of Our Fathers

Many of our forefathers had a faith in God that we can emulate. Abraham was willing to sacrifice his son for God. Daniel was thrown into the lion’s den because of his faith. Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego were thrown into a fiery furnace because of their faith. The Bible is filled with many people, men and women alike that put God first in their life and kept their faith until their death. Praise God for His word and the many examples it has laid out for us.

Lyrics by Frederick W. Faber, arranged by Henri F. Hemy

“Faith of our fathers! Living still in spite of dungeon, fire and sword; O how our hearts beat high with joy whenever we hear that glorious word! Faith of our Fathers! Holy faith! We will be true to thee till death!

Our fathers, chained in prisons dark, were still in heart and conscience free; How sweet would be their children’s fate, if they, like them, could die for thee! Faith of our fathers! Holy faith! We will be true to thee till death!

Faith of our fathers, we will strive to win all nations unto thee! And through the truth that comes from God mankind shall then indeed be free; Faith of our fathers! Holy faith! We will be true to thee till death!

Faith of our fathers! We will love both friend and foe in all our strife, and preach thee, too, as love knows how, by kindly words and virtuous life; Faith of our Fathers! Holy faith! We will be true to thee till death!

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Sun of My Soul

 

Sun of My Soul

When we go to bed at night, we could be dead tired but then once in bed our mind starts to wander and our thoughts summarize what we did that day and what problems we encountered. If we allow it, our sleep might seem far away. But, if we turn our focus to God and all that He did for us that day and where He’ll be when we do sleep, we lose ourselves in heavenly thoughts and sleep is peaceful.

Lyrics by John Keble, arranged by Katholisches Gesangbuch

“Son of my soul! Thou Savior dear, it is not night if Thou be near; O may no earth-born cloud arises, to hide Thee from my servant’s eyes.

When the soft dews of kindly sleep my weary eyelids gently steep, be my last thought, how sweet to rest forever on my Savior’s breast.

Abide with me from morn till eve, for without Thee I cannot live; Abide with me when night is nigh, for without Thee I dare not die.

Be near to bless us when we wake, ere through the world our way we take; till, in the ocean of Thy love, we lose ourselves in heaven above. Amen.”

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