1. MP 50 Be still for the presence of the Lord

    1. Be still, for the presence of the Lord,
      the Holy One, is here;
      come bow before Him now
      with reverence and fear:
      in Him no sin is found –
      we stand on holy ground.
      Be still, for the presence of the Lord,
      the Holy One, is here.

    2. Be still, for the glory of the Lord
      is shining all around;
      He burns with holy fire,
      with splendour He is crowned:
      how awesome is the sight –
      our radiant King of light!
      Be still, for the glory of the Lord
      is shining all around.

    3. Be still, for the power of the Lord
      is moving in this place:
      He comes to cleanse and heal,
      to minister His grace -
      no work too hard for Him.
      In faith receive from Him.
      Be still, for the power of the Lord
      is moving in this place.

  2. CH4 565 How can I keep from singing

    1. 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?

    2. 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?

    3. 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?

    4. 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