The Lord's My Shepherd

 

The Lord’s My Shepherd

The Lord is my Shepherd; I have all that I need. He leads me in the best places and there is no fear when the Lord is with me. He fights all my battles for me and my praise to His name overflows. Goodness and Mercy are my mainstays and I look forward to a home with Him in heaven.

Lyrics by a Scottish Psalter (Psalm 23). Arranged by Jessie S. Irvine

“The Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want; He makes me down to lie in pastures green; He leads me the quiet waters by.

My soul He does restore again, and me to walk, does make, within the paths of righteousness, even for His own name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale, yet will I fear no ill; For thou are with me, and Thy rod and staff comfort me still.

My table Thou has furnished in presence of my foes; My head Thou does with oil anoint, and my cup overflows.

Goodness and mercy all my life shall surely follow me, and in God’s house for evermore my dwelling place shall be.”

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The King of Love My Shepherd Is

 

The King of Love My Shepherd Is

God is love; His love never fails. If we have God in our heart, soul and mind, we will never lack anything. We may want things and not get them but whatever we need, God provides. We have no need to fear anything because God comforts us in all circumstances. Yield to God’s will and see how strong you will become in the Lord. God is Love!

Lyrics by Henry W. Baker (Psalm 22), arranged by John B. Dykes

“The King of love my Shepherd is whose goodness fails never; I nothing lack if I am His, and He is mine forever.

Where streams of living water flow my ransomed soul He leads, and where the verdant pastures grow, with food celestial feeds.

In death’s dark vale I fear no ill with Thee, dear Lord, beside me; Thy rod and staff my comfort still, Thy cross before to guide me.

And so through all the length of day, Thy goodness fails never; Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise within Thy house forever.

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In Tenderness He Sought Me

 

In Tenderness He Sought Me

I too, have wondered what God sees in me. How He blesses me in all that I do and reminds me that once I was a sinner and now, I am saved by grace. Not one of us deserves His love the way He gives it. We can’t sing His praises enough. He tenderly seeks each one of us. No one is forced to accept Him. Once He finds us, He claims us as His own. I, for one, am proud to be called His child.

Lyrics by W. Spencer Walton, arranged by Adoniram J. Gordon

“In tenderness He sought me, weary and sick with sin, and on His shoulders brought me back to His fold again. While angels in His presence sang until the courts of heaven rang.

He washed the bleeding sin wounds and poured in oil and wine; He whispered to assure me, “I’ve found thee, thou art mine; I never heard a sweeter voice; It made my aching heart rejoice!

He pointed to the nail-prints, for me His blood was shed, a mocking crown so thorny was placed upon His head; I wondered what He saw in me, to suffer such deep agony.

I’m sitting in His presence, the sunshine of His face, while with adoring wonder His blessings I retrace, It seems as it eternal days are far too short to sound His praise.

So while the hours are passing, all now is perfect rest; I’m waiting for the morning, the brightest and the best. When He will call us to His side, to be with Him, His spotless bride.

Oh, the love that sought me! Oh, the blood that bought me! Oh, the grace that brought me to the fold, wondrous grace that brought me to the fold!

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I've Found a Friend

 

I’ve Found a Friend

Before we were born, Jesus knew us. He bound us to His love. We are His and He is ours. Everything we own belongs to Him, even our heart, our strength and our life. He will guide us and protect us now, tomorrow and forever. It is up to us to live within His will for He is the decider of our eternity.

Lyrics by James G. Small, arranged by George C. Stebbins

“I’ve found a friend, oh, such a friend! He loved me ere I knew Him; He drew me with the cords of love, and thus He bound me to Him. And round my heart still closely twine those ties which naught can sever, for I am His, and He is mine, forever and forever.

I’ve found a friend, oh, such a friend! He bled, He died to save me; And not alone the gift of life, but His own self He gave me.  Naught that I have my own I call, I hold it for the Giver; My heart, my strength, my life, my all, are His, and His forever.

I’ve found a friend, oh, such a friend! All power to Him is given, to guard me on my onward course, and bring me safe to heaven, The eternal glories gleam afar, to nerve my faint endeavor; So now to watch, to work to war, and then to rest forever.

I’ve found a friend, oh, such a friend! So kind, and true, and tender, so wise a counsellor and Guide, so mighty a defender! From Him who loves me now so well, what power my soul can sever? Shall life or death, or earth or hell? No; I am His forever.”

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Wounded For Me

 

Wounded For Me

Before Jesus was put on the cross, He was beaten. He could have prevented that from happening, but He chose to endure it for us. He died for us so that He could wipe our sins away and offer His forgiveness. He arose from the grave to show us that we too can live again, When He ascended into Heaven, He went there to prepare a place for us. Someday soon, He will return to take us to the place He prepared for us. Are you ready?

Lyrics by W. G. Ovens and Gladys W. Roberts, arranged by W. G. Ovens

“ Wounded for me, wounded for me, there on the cross He was wounded for me; Gone my transgressions, and now I am free, all because Jesus was wounded for me.

Dying for me, dying for me, there on the cross He was dying for me; Now in His death my redemption I see, all because Jesus was dying for me.

Risen for me, risen for me. Up from the grave He has risen for me; Now evermore from death’s sting I am free, all because Jesus has risen for me.

Living for me, living for me, up in the skies He is living for me; Daily He’s pleading and praying for me, all because Jesus is living for me.

Coming for me, coming for me, one day to earth He is coming for me; Then with what joy His dear face I shall see, oh, how I praise Him! He’s coming for me.

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If Jesus Had Not Come!

 

If Jesus Had Not Come!

If Jesus had not come, there would be no hope for the lost, there would be no Savior. If Jesus had not come there would be no proof that the blind could see again, the deaf could hear again. There would be no one on earth that can do the impossible and forgive us of our sins. Thank God, that He sent His one and only Son to save us!

“Lyrics By Albert C. Norton, arranged by Donald P. Hustad

“If Jesus had not come, how dark had been the night! The wisemen, sadly dumb, had seen no starry light! The shepherds on the hill had heard no angel song! The bells in silence chill, no joyous peel had rung!

If Jesus had not come, no freedom had the slave; No woman’s happy home; no hand a child to save; The people in the gloom had one eternal night; Death met them at the tomb, so resurrection light!

If Jesus had not come, no Great Physician kind had brought a healing balm, a vision for the blind! No soul with demon torn had found a sure release! The hopeless and forlorn had found no way of peace!

If Jesus had not come, how blank the sacred page! The poet had no song and silent were the sage! No artist to adorn our worship with delight; No choral psalm had borne His praises day or night!

If Jesus had not come, how sad had been our fate! Of judgment sure the sum for all our sin and hate! No loving God of grace His precious Son had given; No hope to see His face; no joy to meet in heaven!

But Jesus came! He came to earth, and men beheld His manger birth! The shepherds heard the angels sing, the wise proclaimed Him Lord and King! He died, He rose; and by His blood, we too become the sons of God; We preach the gospel in His name! For Jesus came! Yes, Jesus came!

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The Church in the Wildwood

 

The Church in the Wildwood

If you have grown up in a small church, then you know what church family means. Everyone knows each other and prays together. The potlucks are spectacular and the worship is filled with the Holy Spirit. My first church building was small, and we grew in numbers to where expansion was necessary. It doesn’t matter how small or how big your church building or your church family is. What matters is, can you find Jesus there. Do you have such a relationship with Him that you can feel His presence beside you? If not, you need to examine yourself and where you worship to see what is missing.

Lyrics by William S. Pitts, arranged by William S. Pitts

“There’s a church in the valley by the wildwood, no lovelier spot in the dale; No place is so dear to my childhood as the little brown church in the vale.

Oh, come to the church in the wildwood, to the trees where the wildflowers bloom; Where the parting hymn will be chanted, we will weep by the side of the tomb.

How sweet on a clear Sunday morning, to list to the clear ringing bell; It tones so sweetly are calling, oh, come the church in the vale.

From the church in the valley by the wildwood, when day fades away in the night, I would fain from this spot of my childhood wing my way to the mansions of light.

Come to the church in the wildwood, Oh, come to the church in the vale.”

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