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Glory be to our Father. He has given us life. Let all things now living, a song of thanksgiving to God their Creator triumphantly raise. Let All Things Now Living. Who fashioned and made us, protected and stayed us, Who guides us and leads to the end of our days.
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Glory be to our Father He has given us life
Let all things now living, a song of thanksgiving to God their Creator triumphantly raise. Let All Things Now Living
Who fashioned and made us, protected and stayed us, Who guides us and leads to the end of our days.
His banners are o’er us, His light goes before us, A pillar of fire shining forth in the night.
‘Til shadows have vanished and darkness is banished, As forward we travel, from light into light.
His law He enforces: the stars in their courses, the sun in its orbit, obediently shine;
The hills and the mountains, the rivers and fountains, The deeps of the ocean proclaim Him divine!
We too should be voicing our love and rejoicing, With glad adoration a song let us raise,
‘Til all things now living unite in thanksgiving To God in the highest - Hosanna and Praise! ***
My Heart Is Filled My heart is filled with thankfulness to Him who bore my pain;
Who plumbed the depths of my disgrace and gave me life again;
Who crushed my curse of sinfulness and clothes me with His light
and wrote His law of righteousness with pow’r upon my heart.
My heart is filled with thankfulness to Him who walks beside
Who floods my weaknesses with strength and causes fears to fly.
Whose ev’ry promise is enough for ev’ry step I take.
Sustaining me with arms of love and crowning me with grace.
My heart is filled with thankfulness to Him who reigns above;
Whose wisdom is my perfect peace, whose ev’ry thought is love.
For ev’ry day I have on earth is given by the King.
In Christ Alone 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;
‘Til on the 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-- ‘Til He returns or calls me home; Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand! ***
“In this world of a million distractions, I want to live a life that is all about You!” The Me MeMe Generation Obsessed with my own way Demanding my personal preferences Lovers of self rather that lovers of God
Now godliness with contentment is great gain 1 Timothy 6:6
His kingdom, His power, His glory! How long? Forever!!!!!!! So - PRAY
Thine be the glory, Risen, conqu’ring Son; Endless is the victory, Thou o’er death hast won;
Angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away,Kept the folded grave clothes where Thy body lay.
Thine is the glory, Risen conqu’ring Son,Endless is the vict’ry, Thou o’er death hast won.
Lo! Jesus meets us, risen from the tomb;Lovingly He greets us, scatters fear and gloom;
Let the church with gladness, hymns of triumph sing;For her Lord now liveth, death hath lost its sting.
Thine is the glory, Risen conqu’ring Son,Endless is the vict’ry, Thou o’er death hast won.
No more we doubt Thee, glorious Prince of life;Life is naught without Thee; aid us in our strife;
Make us more than conqu’rors, through Thy deathless love:Bring us safe through Jordan to Thy home above.
Thine is the glory, Risen conqu’ring Son,Endless is the vict’ry, Thou o’er death hast won. ***