Page 48 - Voices in Praise

Jesus, Thou Joy of loving hearts,
Thou Fount of life, Thou Light of men,
From the best bliss that earth imparts,
We turn unfilled to Thee again. 1/5
Verse 2
Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;
Thou savest those that on Thee call;
To them that seek Thee, Thou art good,
To them that find Thee, all in all! 2/5
Verse 3
We taste Thee, O Thou living Bread,
And long to feast upon Thee still;
We drink of Thee, the Fountain-head,
And thirst our souls from Thee to fill! 3/5
Verse 4
Our restless spirits yearn for Thee,
Where‟er our changeful lot is cast;
Glad when Thy gracious smile we see,
Blest, when our faith can hold Thee fast. 4/5
Verse 5
O Jesus ever with us stay!
Make all our moments calm and bright,
Chase the dark night of sin away,
Shed o‟er us here Thy holy light. Amen. 5/5
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048 Jesus is all the world to me
Verse 1
Jesus is all the world to me,
My life, my joy, my all;
He is my strength from day to day
Without him I would fall
When I am sad, to him I go,
No other one can cheer me so When I am sad,
He makes me glad, He‟s my friend.
Verse 2
Jesus is all the world to me,
My friend in trials sore;
I go to him for blessings, and
He gives them o‟er and o‟er
He sends the sunshine and the rain,
He sends the harvest‟s golden grain; Sunshine
and rain, harvest of grain, He‟s my friend.
Verse 3
Jesus is all the world to me,
And true to him I‟ll be;
O how could I this friend deny, When He‟s so
true to me?
Following Him I know I‟m right,
He watches o‟er me day and night; Following
Him by day and night, He‟s my friend.
Verse 4
Jesus is all the world to me,
I want no better friend; I trust Him now, I‟ll
trust Him when Life‟s fleeting days shall end.
Beautiful life with such a Friend,
Beautiful life that has no end; Eternal life,
eternal joy, He‟s my friend.
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049 Jesus the name high over all
Jesus the name high over all, "
In hell, or earth, or sky;
Angels and men before it fall, And devils fear
and fly.
Jesus! The name to sinners dear,
The name to sinners given;
It scatters all their guilty fear, It turns their hell
to heaven.
Jesus ! The prisoner's fetters breaks,
And bruises satan's head;
Power into strengthless souls it speaks, And life
into the dead.
O that the world might taste and see
The riches of his grace; The arms of love that
compass me Would all mankind embrace.
His only righteousness i show,
His saving grace proclaim;
'Tis all my business here below To cry : behold
the lamb!
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