Hark! the Herald Angels Sing

Hark! the Herald Angels Sing

Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the new-born King;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild;
God and sinners reconciled.”
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With angelic hosts proclaim,
“Christ is born in Bethlehem.”
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the new-born King;

Lyrics: Charles Wesley
Altered by George Whitefield
Music: Felix Mendelssohn
Adapted by: William H. Cummings
Photo: Josie Rader


All That’s Good, and Great, and True

Based on John 1:3
All things were made by Him; and without Him was not any thing made that was made.

All That’s Good, and Great, and True

All that’s good, and great, and true,
All that is and is to be,
Be it old or be it new,
Comes, O Father, comes from Thee.

Mercies dawn with every day,
Newer, brighter than before;
And the sun’s declining ray
Layeth others up in store.

Not a bird that doth not sing
Sweetest praises to Thy Name;
Not an insect on the wing
But Thy wonders doth proclaim.

Every blade and every tree
All in happy concert ring,
And in wondrous harmony
Join in praises to their King.

Fill us, then, with love divine;
Grant that we, though toiling here,
May in spirit, being Thine,
See and hear Thee everywhere.

May we all, with songs of praise,
Whilst on earth Thy Name adore,
Till with angel choirs we raise
Songs of praise forevermore.

Words: Godfrey Thring, 1863.
Music: Ori¬ent¬is Par¬ti¬bus, med¬iev¬al French mel¬o¬dy. Al¬ter¬nate tunes:
•Aletta, Will¬iam B. Brad¬bu¬ry, Ju¬bi¬lee (New York: 1858)

Photo: Marge McCoy

Sunshine in My Soul

Sunshine in My Soul

There is sunshine in my soul today,
More glorious and bright
Than glows in any earthly sky,
For Jesus is my light.

Oh, there’s sunshine, blessed sunshine
When the peaceful happy moments roll.
When Jesus shows his smiling face,
There is sunshine in the soul.

There is music in my soul today,
A carol to my King,
And Jesus listening can hear
The songs I cannot sing.

There is springtime in my soul today,
For when the Lord is near,
The dove of peace sings in my heart,
The flow’rs of grace appear.

There is gladness in my soul today,
And hope and praise and love,
For blessings which he gives me now,
For joys “laid up” above.

Text: Eliza E. Hewitt, 1851–1920
Music: John R. Sweney, 1837–1899
Photo: Marge McCoy

He Loves Me

He Loves Me
Also Titled: Why Did the Savior Heaven Leave

Why did the Savior heaven leave
And come to earth below
Where men His grace would not receive?
Because He loves me so!

He loves me! He loves me!
He loves me this I know!
He gave Himself to die for me,
Because He loves me so!

Why did the Savior mark the way,
And why temptation know?
Why teach and toil and plead and pray?
Because He loves me so!

Why feel the garden’s dreadful dross?
Why through His trials go?
Why suffer death upon the cross?
Because He loves me so!


Photo: Bob McCoy

Wonderful Peace


Wonderful Peace

Far away in the depths of my spirit tonight
Rolls a melody sweeter than psalm;
In celestial-like strains it unceasingly falls
O’er my soul like an infinite calm.

Peace! peace! wonderful peace,
Coming down from the Father above;
Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray,
In fathomless billows of love.

What a treasure I have in this wonderful peace,
Buried deep in the heart of my soul;
So secure that no power can mine it away,
While the years of eternity roll.


O soul, are you here without comfort or rest,
Walking down the rough pathway of time?
Make Jesus your friend ere the shadows grow dark;
O accept this sweet peace so sublime.


Author: W. D. Cornell

Photo: Marge McCoy