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MP 450 Love lifted me
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I was sinking deep in sin,
sinking to rise no more,
overwhelmed by guilt within,
mercy I did implore.
Then the Master of the sea
heard my despairing cry,
Christ my Saviour lifted me,
now safe am I.
Love lifted me! Love lifted me!
When no-one but Christ could help,
love lifted me!
Love lifted me! Love lifted me!
When no-one but Christ could help,
love lifted me!
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Souls in danger, look above,
Jesus completely saves;
He will lift you by His love
out of the angry waves.
He’s the Master of the sea,
billows His will obey;
He your Saviour wants to be,
be saved today!
Love lifted me! Love lifted me!
When no-one but Christ could help,
love lifted me!
Love lifted me! Love lifted me!
When no-one but Christ could help,
love lifted me!
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When the waves of sorrow roll,
when I am in distress,
Jesus takes my hand in His,
ever He loves to bless.
He will every fear dispel,
satisfy every need;
all who heed His loving call,
find rest indeed.
Love lifted me! Love lifted me!
When no-one but Christ could help,
love lifted me!
Love lifted me! Love lifted me!
When no-one but Christ could help,
love lifted me!
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CH4 565 How can I keep from singing
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My life flows on in endless song,
above earth’s lamentation.
I catch the sweet, though far-off hymn
that hails a new creation.
No storm can shake my inmost calm
while to that Rock I’m clinging.
Since Love is lord of heav’n and earth,
how can I keep from singing?
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Through all the tumult and the strife,
I hear that music ringing.
It finds an echo in my soul.
How can I keep from singing?
No storm can shake my inmost calm
while to that Rock I’m clinging.
Since Love is lord of heav’n and earth,
how can I keep from singing?
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What though my joys and comforts die,
I know my Saviour liveth.
What though the darkness gather round?
Songs in the night he giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm
while to that Rock I’m clinging.
Since Love is lord of heav’n and earth,
how can I keep from singing?
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The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart,
a fountain ever springing!
All things are mine since I am his!
How can I keep from singing?No storm can shake my inmost calm
while to that Rock I’m clinging.
Since Love is lord of heav’n and earth,
how can I keep from singing?
© Robert Lowry and Doris Plenn
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MP 31 Amazing grace
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Amazing grace how sweet the sound
– that saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
was blind, but now I see.
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‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
and grace my fears relieved;
how precious did that grace appear
the hour I first believed.
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Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
‘tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
and grace will lead me home.
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When we’ve been there ten thousand years
bright shining as the sun,
we’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
than when we’ve first begun.
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MP 628 Tell me the old, old story
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Tell me the old, old story
of unseen things above,
of Jesus and His glory,
of Jesus and His love.
Tell me the story simply,
as to a little child,
for I am weak and weary,
and helpless and defiled.
Tell me the old, old story,
tell me the old, old story,
tell me the old, old story
of Jesus and His love.
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Tell me the story slowly,
that I may take it in -
that wonderful redemption,
God’s remedy for sin.
Tell me the story often,
for I forget so soon:
the early dew of morning
has passed away at noon.
Tell me the old, old story,
tell me the old, old story,
tell me the old, old story
of Jesus and His love.
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Tell me the story softly,
with earnest tones and grave;
Remember! I’m the sinner
whom Jesus came to save.
Tell me the story always,
if you would really be,
in any time of trouble,
a comforter to me.
Tell me the old, old story,
tell me the old, old story,
tell me the old, old story
of Jesus and His love.
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Tell me the same old story,
when you have cause to fear
that this world’s empty glory
is costing me too dear.
Yes, and when that world’s glory
is dawning on my soul,
tell me the old, old story;
‘Christ Jesus makes you whole.’
Tell me the old, old story,
tell me the old, old story,
tell me the old, old story
of Jesus and His love.
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MP 746 What a friend we have in Jesus
What a friend we have in Jesus,
all our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
evervthing to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit,
O what needless pain we bear
all because we do not carry
everything to God in prayer!
Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere
We should never be discouraged:
take it to the Lord in prayer!
Can we find a friend so faithful,
who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness –
take it to the Lord in prayer!
Are we weak and heavy-laden,
cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Saviour, still our refuge!
Take it to the Lord in prayer!
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer!
In His arms He’ll take and shield thee,
thou wilt find a solace there.
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MP 473 My hope is built on nothing less
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My hope is built on nothing less
than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
no merit of my own I claim,
but wholly trust in Jesus’ name.
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand –
all other ground is sinking sand.
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When weary in this earthly race,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
in every wild and stormy gale
my anchor holds and will not fail.
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand –
all other ground is sinking sand.
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His vow, His covenant and blood
are my defence against the flood;
when earthly hopes are swept away
He will uphold me on that day.
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand –
all other ground is sinking sand.
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When the last trumpet’s voice shall sound,
O may I then in Him be found!
clothed in His righteousness alone,
faultless to stand before His throne.
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand –
all other ground is sinking sand.
© Edward Mote
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