shadow of death

The Lord is my shepherd

Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart Nought be all else to me, save that Thy art; Thou my best thought, by day and night- Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light. Be Thou my wisdom, be Thou my true word- I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord; Thou my great Father, I Thy true son- Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one. Be Thou my breastplate, my sword for the fight Be Thou my armour and be Thou my might Thou my soul's shelter, and Thy my high tower Raise Thou me heavenwards, O power of my power Riches I need not, nor man's empty praise- Thou mine inheritance, through all of my days; Thou and Thou only, the first in my heart- High king of heaven, my treasure Thou art. O High king of heaven, when is battle is done, Grant heaven's joy to me, bright heaven's Sun! Christ of my own heart, whatever befall, Still be my vision, O Ruler of all.

I see His blood upon the rose And in the stars the glory of His eyes, His body gleams amid eternal snows, His tears fall from the skies. I see His face in every flower; The thunder and the singing of the birds Are but His voice - and carven by His power Rocks are His written words. All pathways by His feet are worn, His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea, His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn, His cross is every tree. & Joseph Plunkett

~ Mein Sohn, was birgst du so bang dein Gesicht? - Siehst Vater, du den Erlkönig nicht! Den Erlenkönig mit Kron’ und Schweif? - Mein Sohn, es ist ein Nebelstreif. - ~ ~ Mein Vater, mein Vater, und hörest du nicht, Was Erlenkönig mir leise verspricht? - Sei ruhig, bleibe ruhig, mein Kind, In dürren Blättern säuselt der Wind. - ~ ~ Mein Vater, mein Vater, und siehst du nicht dort Erlkönigs Töchter am düsteren Ort? - Mein Sohn, mein Sohn, ich seh’ es genau: Es scheinen die alten Weiden so grau. – ~ Goethe

Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land. I am weak, but Thou art mighty; Hold me with Thy powerful hand. Bread of Heaven, Bread of Heaven, Feed me ‘till I want no more; Open now the crystal fountain, Whence the healing stream doth flow; Let the fire and cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through. Strong Deliverer, Strong Deliverer, Be Thou still my Strength and Shield.

+ Stand up! Stand up for Jesus! Ye soldiers of the cross, Lift high His royal banner; It must not suffer loss. From victory unto victory His army shall He lead, Till every foe is vanquished And Christ is Lord indeed. + Stand up! stand up for Jesus! The trumpet-call obey; Forth to the mighty conflict In this His glorious day. Ye that are men, now serve Him Against unnumbered foes; Let courage rise with danger, And strength to strength oppose. + Stand up! stand up for Jesus! Stand in His strength alone; The arm of flesh will fail you, Ye dare not trust your own. Put on the gospel armour, Each piece put on with prayer; Where duty calls, or danger, Be never wanting there. + Stand up! stand up for Jesus! The strife will not be long; This day the noise of battle, The next the victor's song. To him that overcometh A crown of life shall be; He with the King of Glory Shall reign eternally. + + + Stand up! Stand up for Jesus! Ye soldiers of the cross, Lift high His royal banner; It must not suffer loss!

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 labour of my hands Can fulfil 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, Saviour, 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.

Drop, drop, slow tears, and bathe those beauteous feet, Which brought from Heav'n the news and Prince of peace: Cease not, wet eyes, his mercies to entreat; To cry for vengeance sin doth never cease: In your deep floods drown all my faults and fears; Nor let his eye see sin, but through my tears. Phineas Fletcher

“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

Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus going on before. Christ, the royal Master, leads against the foe; Forward into battle see His banners go! At the sign of triumph Satan’s host doth flee; On then, Christian soldiers, on to victory! Hell’s foundations quiver at the shout of praise; Brothers lift your voices, loud your anthems raise. Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus going on before. Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise and wane, But the church of Jesus constant will remain. Gates of hell can never 'gainst that church prevail; We have Christ’s own promise, and that cannot fail. Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng, Blend with ours your voices in the triumph song. Glory, laud and honor unto Christ the King, This through countless ages men and angels sing. Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus going on before.

O for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer’s praise, The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of His grace! ~ Jesus! the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; ’Tis music in the sinner’s ears, ’Tis life, and health, and peace. ~ Glory to God, and praise and love Be ever, ever given, By saints below and saints above, The church in earth and heaven. ~ ~ O for a thousand tongues to sing! My great Redeemer’s praise, The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of His grace! ~ ~ ~

As pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase, So longs my soul, O God, for Thee, And Thy refreshing grace. For Thee, my God, the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine; O when shall I behold Thy face, Thou Majesty divine! God of my strength, how long shall I, Like one forgotten, mourn? Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed To my oppressor's scorn. Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Hope still, and thou shalt sing The praise of Him who is thy God, Thy health's eternal spring. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall be evermore.

O Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder Consider all the works Thy hands have made, I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder, Thy power throughout the universe displayed; Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee, How great Thou art, how great Thou art! When through the woods and forest glades I wander And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees; When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur, And hear the brook, and feel the gentle breeze; Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee, How great Thou art, how great Thou art! When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation And take me home- what joy shall fill my heart! Then I shall bow in humble adoration And there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art! Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee, How great Thou art, how great Thou art! Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee, How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want. He makes me down to lie In pastures green; He leadeth me The quiet waters by. My soul He doth restore again; And me to walk doth 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 none ill; For Thou art with me; and Thy rod And staff me comfort still. My table Thou hast furnished In presence of my foes; My head Thou dost with oil anoint, And my cup overflows. Goodness and mercy all my life Shall surely follow me; And in God's house forevermore My dwelling place shall be.

To God be the glory great things He has done So loved He the world that He gave us His Son Who yielded His life an atonement for sin And opened the life gate that all may go in Praise the Lord, praise the Lord Let the earth hear His voice! Praise the Lord, praise the Lord Let the people rejoice! O perfect redemption the purchase of blood To every believer the promise of God The vilest offender who truly believes That moment from Jesus a pardon receives Great things He has taught us, great things He has done And great our rejoicing through Jesus the Son But purer, and higher, and greater will be Our wonder, our transport, when Jesus we see! Praise the Lord, praise the Lord! Let the earth hear His voice! Praise the Lord, praise the Lord! Let the people rejoice! O come to the Father through Jesus the Son And give Him the glory great things He has done!

& Easter 2012 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead. 1 Peter 1:3 &

Traditional Choruses ~ ~ Jesus river of life To our thirsty land Saviour meeting our needs With Your mighty hand! ~ Kumbaja my Lord, Kumbaja Someone’s crying my Lord, Someone’s praying my Lord, Someone’s singing my Lord Oh Lord, Kumbaja! ~ All over the world the Spirit is moving All over the world as the prophet said it would be! All over the world there's a mighty revelation Of the Glory of the Lord as the waters cover the sea! ~ Sing for joy oh Africa! The Lord your God is risen upon you Jabulani, Jabulani Africa! ~ I’ve got joy, like a fountain in my soul! I’ve got peace like a river, I’ve got love for my Saviour In my soul! ~ Deep down in my heart the Spirit is moving Deep down in my heart as the prophet said it would be! Deep down in my heart there's a mighty revelation Of the Glory of the Lord as the waters cover the sea! ~ Hosanna, Hosanna Hosanna in the Highest! Glory, Glory Glory to the King of kings! ~ ~ ~

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword
His day is marching on!

Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, glory Hallelujah!
His day is marching on

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat
Oh be swift my soul to answer Him! Be jubilant my feet!
His day is marching on!

Glory, glory Hallelujah!
His day is marching on

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me
As He died to make men holy let us die to make men free
His truth is marching on!

Glory, glory Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on!

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave
He is wisdom to the mighty He is succour to the brave
The world shall be His footstool the soul of Time His slave
His truth is marching on!

Glory, Hallelujah
Glory, glory Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on!

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Battle Hymn of the Republic