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In the Garden

In the Garden

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.

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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.
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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.
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Hymn: Charles A. Miles, 1913
Audio: Stephen Sollars
Photo: Marge McCoy

Let All Creation Bless the Lord

Let All Creation Bless the Lord

Let all creation bless the Lord,
till heav’n with praise is ringing.
Sun, moon, and stars, peal out a chord,
stir up the angels’ singing.
Sing, wind and rain! Sing, snow and sleet!
Make music, day, night, cold and heat:
exalt the God who made you.

All living things upon the earth,
green fertile hills and mountains,
sing to the God who gave you birth;
be joyful, springs and fountains.
Lithe waterlife, bright airborne birds,
wild roving beasts, tame flocks and herds:
exalt the God who made you.

O men and women everywhere,
lift up a hymn of glory;
let all who know God’s steadfast care
tell out salvation’s story.
No tongue be silent; sing your part,
you humble souls and meek of heart:
exalt the God who made you.

Author: Carl P. Daw
German Tune: MIT FREUDEN ZART
Photo: Courtesy of Debbie Wotring

Sea to Shining Sea

America the Beautiful

O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for pilgrim feet,
Whose stern impassion’d stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America! God mend thine ev’ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!

O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life!
America! America! May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev’ry gain divine!

O Beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam,
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

Song: Katharine Lee Bates – 1913
Audio: Stephen Sollars
Photo: Marge McCoy

In These Times of Restlessness

In These Times of Restlessness

In these times of restlessness,
In these times of uncertainty,
When all we trusted has become
But sand and we sink helplessly,
Reaching out, a Rock we hold.
He is still and unshakable.
Eternally and silently,
He waited for us with love untold.

How we think we have control
When all things go predictably,
But when waves crash, when storm winds blast,
We see our human frailty.
Then He’s always there to say,
“It is I, do not be afraid.”
It’s up to us to take Him in
Our boats, our lives, for Him ere to stay.

So that’s why we call, “O Lord Jesus!”
Desper’tely for peace inside
And peace He gives,
A peace beyond understanding.
And still then we call, “O Lord Jesus!”
Just to find the peace supplied
Is Christ Himself resting in our being.

Lyrics:P. L. ( with permission – hymnal.net)
Music:P. L. (with permission hymnal.net)
Photo: Marge McCoy

Safely Abide

There is no one perfect way to be a good mother. Each situation is unique. Each mother has different challenges, different skills and abilities and certainly different children. . . What matters is that a mother LOVES HER CHILDREN DEEPLY! – M. Russel Ballard

Helen Steiner Rice once said: A mother’s love is like a fortress and we seek protection there when the waves of tribulation seem to drown us in despair.

The protective love of a mother is a reflection of God’s love and protection for His children. Mothers and children can turn to our Heavenly Father for protection in times of trouble or for help in daily life. We all have a place to safely abide.

~ Happy Mother’s Day.

Under His Wings

Under His wings I am safely abiding,
Though the night deepens and tempests are wild,
Still I can trust Him; I know He will keep me,
He has redeemed me, and I am His child.

Refrain
Under His wings, under His wings,
Who from His love can sever?
Under His wings my soul shall abide,
Safely abide forever.

Under His wings, what a refuge in sorrow!
How the heart yearningly turns to His rest!
Often when earth has no balm for my healing,
There I find comfort, and there I am blessed.
Refrain

Under His wings, oh, what precious enjoyment!
There will I hide till life’s trials are o’er;
Sheltered, protected, no evil can harm me,
Resting in Jesus, I’m safe evermore.
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Words: William O. Cushing (1896)
Music: Ira D. Sankey
Audio: Stephen Sollars
Photo: Josie Rader

Down in the Valley

Down in the Valley

Down in the valley with my Savior I would go,
Where the flowers are blooming and the sweet waters flow;
Everywhere He leads me I would follow, follow on,
Walking in His footsteps till the crown be won.

Refrain
Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus!
Anywhere, everywhere, I would follow on!
Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus!
Everywhere He leads me I would follow on!

Down in the valley with my Savior I would go,
Where the storms are sweeping and the dark waters flow;
With His hand to lead me I will never, never fear,
Dangers cannot fright me if my Lord is near.
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Down in the valley, or upon the mountain steep,
Close beside my Savior would my heart ever keep;
He will lead me safely in the path that He has trod,
Up to where they gather in the rest of God.
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Lyrics:William Orcutt Cushing (1823-1902)
Music:Robert Lowry (1826-1899)
Photo: Josie Rader

I Have a Song I Love to Sing

I Have a Song I Love to Sing

I have a song I love to sing,
Since I have been redeemed,
Of my Redeemer, Savior, King—
Since I have been redeemed.

Refrain:
Since I have been redeemed.
Since I have been redeemed,
I will glory in His name;
Since I have been redeemed,
I will glory in the Savior’s name.

I have a Christ that satisfies,
Since I have been redeemed,
To do His will my highest prize—
Since I have been redeemed.
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I have a witness bright and clear,
Since I have been redeemed,
Dispelling every doubt and fear—
Since I have heen redeemed.
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I have a joy I can’t express,
Since I have been redeemed,
All through the Lord, my righteousness—
Since I have been redeemed.
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I have a God who is for me,
Since I have been redeemed,
With whom I’ll dwell eternally—
Since I have been redeemed.
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Lyrics and Music: Edwin Othello Excell (1851-1921)
Photo:Marge McCoy

Fairest Lord Jesus

Fairest Lord Jesus

Fairest Lord Jesus!
Ruler of all nature!
O Thou of God and man the Son!
Thee will I cherish,
Thee will I honor,
Thou, my soul’s glory, joy, and crown!

Fair are the meadows
Fairer still the woodlands,
Robed in the blooming garb of spring;
Jesus is fairer,
Jesus is purer,
Who makes the woeful heart to sing!

Fair is the sunshine,
Fairer still the moonlight,
And all the twinkling starry host;
Jesus shines brighter,
Jesus shines purer,
Than all the angels heav’n can boast!

All fairest beauty,
Heavenly and earthly,
Wondrously, Jesus, is found in Thee;
None can be nearer,
Fairer, or dearer,
Than Thou my Savior art to me.

Lyrics:German (17th Century)
Music:Schleisische Volkslieder (1842)
Photo: Marge McCoy

He Hideth My Soul

He Hideth My Soul

A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
A wonderful Savior to me;
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,
Where rivers of pleasure I see.

Refrain
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
That shadows a dry, thirsty land;
He hideth my life in the depths of His love,
And covers me there with His hand,
And covers me there with His hand.

A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
He taketh my burden away;
He holdeth me up and I shall not be moved,
He giveth me strength as my day.
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With numberless blessings each moment He crowns,
And, filled with His fulness divine,
I sing in my rapture, oh, glory to God,
For such a Redeemer as mine!
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When clothed in His brightness, transported I rise
To meet Him in clouds of the sky,
His perfect salvation, His wonderful love,
I’ll shout with the millions on high.
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Lyrics:Fanny Jane Crosby (1820-1915)
Music:William James Kirkpatrick (1838-1921)
Photo: Marge McCoy