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Sunday, December 3rd, 2000
7:45a - "Amazing Grace" Lyrics


"Amazing Grace"
by John Newton (1725-1807)
Stanza 6 anon.

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.

T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear,
And Grace, my fears relieved;
How precious did that Grace appear,
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come;
'Tis Grace that brought me safe thus far,
and Grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me;
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease;
I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

When we've been here ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we've first begun.

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.


current mood: contemplative

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8:00a - Be Thou My Vision --


from: http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/b/t/btmvison.htm (Hear the MIDI file there)

Be Thou my Vision

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;

Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.

Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,

Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;

I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;

Thou my great Father, I, Thy true son;

Thou in me dwelling, and I, with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;

Be Thou my Dignity, Thou, my Delight;

Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou, my high Tower:

Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,

Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:

Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,

High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory won,

May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!

Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,

Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

Words: Attributed to Dallan Forgaill, 8th Century (Rob tu mo bhoile, a Comdi cride); translated from ancient Ir­ish to English by Mary E. Byrne, in “Eriú,” Journal of the School of Irish Learning, 1905, and versed by Elea­nor H. Hull, 1912, alt.

Music: Slane, of Irish folk origin (MIDI, score). Slane Hill is about ten miles from Tara in County Meath. It was on Slane Hill around 433 AD that St. Patrick defied a royal edict by lighting candles on Easter Eve. High King Logaire of Tara had decreed that no one could light a fire before Logaire began the pagan spring festival by lighting a fire on Tara Hill. Logaire was so impressed by Patrick’s devotion that, despite his defiance (or per­haps because of it), he let him continue his missionary work. The rest is history.


current mood: uplifted

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8:10a - Brethren Lyrics


Brethren, we have met to worship and adore the Lord our God;
Will you pray with all your power, while we try to preach the Word?
All is vain unless the Spirit of the Holy One comes down;
Brethren, pray, and holy manna will be showered all around.

Brethren, see poor sinners round you slumbering on the brink of woe;
Death is coming, hell is moving, can you bear to let them go?
See our fathers and our mothers, and our children sinking down;
Brethren, pray and holy manna will be showered all around.

Sisters, will you join and help us? Moses’ sister aided him;
Will you help the trembling mourners who are struggling hard with sin?
Tell them all about the Savior; tell them that He will be found;
Sisters, pray, and holy manna will be showered all around.

Is there a trembling jailer, seeking grace, and filled with tears?
Is there here a weeping Mary, pouring forth a flood of tears?
Brethren, join your cries to help them; sisters, let your prayers abound;
Pray, Oh pray that holy manna may be scattered all around.

Let us love our God supremely, let us love each other, too;
Let us love and pray for sinners, till our God makes all things new.
Then He’ll call us home to Heaven, at His table we’ll sit down;
Christ will gird Himself and serve us with sweet manna all around.

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8:40a - O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing Lyrics


O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing
Text: Charles Wesley
Music: Carl G. Glaser; arr. by Lowell Mason
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O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise;
The glories of my God and King;
The triumphs of his grace!

My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of thy name.

Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
'Tis music in the sinner's ears;
'Tis life, and health, and peace.

He breaks the power of canceled sin;
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean;
His blood availed for me.

He speaks, and listening to his voice,
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice;
The humble poor believe.

Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your savior come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy.

In Christ, your head, you then shall know,
Shall feel your sins forgiven;
Anticipate your heaven below,
And own that love is heaven.

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9:26a - Take My Hand, Precious Lord Lyrics


Words: Thom­as A. Dor­sey, 1932. Dor­sey wrote this song in Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois, af­ter his wife Net­tie died while giv­ing birth to a child (who al­so died short­ly there­af­ter). Dor­sey sang the song for his friend, Gos­pel sing­er The­o­dore Frye, and Frye’s choir sang it the next Sun­day at the Eb­e­nez­er Bap­tist Church.

Music: Adapt­ed by Thom­as Dor­sey from the tune Mait­land, by George N. Al­len (1812-1877)


Precious Lord, take my hand,
Lead me on, let me stand,
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn;
Through the storm, through the night,
Lead me on to the light:

Refrain

Take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home.

When my way grows drear,
Precious Lord, linger near,
When my life is almost gone,
Hear my cry, hear my call,
Hold my hand lest I fall:

Refrain

When the darkness appears
And the night draws near,
And the day is past and gone,
At the river I stand,
Guide my feet, hold my hand:

Refrain

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9:31a - There Is a Balm in Gilead Lyrics


Refrain:
There is a balm in Gilead,
To make the wounded whole,
There is a balm in Gilead,
To heal the sinsick soul.

There is a balm in Gilead,
To make the wounded whole,
There is a balm in Gilead,
To heal the sinsick soul.

Sometimes I feel discouraged,
And think my work's in vain,
But then the Holy Spirit
Revives my soul again.

Refrain

If you cannot preach like Peter,
If you cannot pray like Paul,
You can tell the love of Jesus,
And say, "He died for all."

Refrain

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1:32p - Train Lyrics - "I Feel So Good About It", "Bound For Glory"


"I Feel So Good About It"


Chad Mitchell Trio


Album: Singing Our Minds

I just got off of that sin-bound train.

You know I'm never gettin' on again.
I feel so good about it.

Must tell the world about it.

Want to jump and shout it.

Talk to my friends about it.


I'm just so happy, Lord,
I don't know what I'll do.



People stop and ask me how I know.
I look at them and say: "He told me so."
I feel so good about it.

Must tell the world about it.

Want to jump and shout it.

Talk to my friends about it.


I'm just so happy, Lord,
I don't know what I'll do.



He's my right, he's my guiding light.
He's always with me and he treat's me right.
I feel so good about it.
Must tell the world about it.
Want to jump and shout it.

Talk to my friends about it.


I'm just so happy, Lord,
I don't know what I'll do.



(Feel so happy. Feel so happy. [Repeat in background.])



He built a house that will not fall.

Opened the door to us one and all.
I feel so good about it.

Must tell the world about it.
Want to jump and shout it.

Talk to my friends about it.


I'm just so happy, Lord,
I don't know what I'll do.
I just got off of that sin-bound train.

You know I'm never gettin' on again.
I feel so good about it.

Must tell the world about it.
(I want to )Want to jump and (talk to my friends about it) shout it.
Talk to my friends about it.
(I feel so happy) I'm just so happy, Lord,
I don't know what I’ll (I feel so happy I don’t know what I'll) do.

I’m just so happy, I'm so happy,
I don't know what I’ll do.



"Bound For Glory"

This train is bound for glory, this train.
This train is bound for glory, this train.
This train is bound for glory,
Don't carry nothing but the righteous and the holy.
This train is bound for glory, this train.

This train don't carry no gamblers, this train;
This train don't carry no gamblers, this train;
This train don't carry no gamblers,
Liars, thieves, nor big shot ramblers,
This train is bound for glory, this train.

This train don't carry no liars, this train;
This train don't carry no liars, this train;
This train don't carry no liars,
She's streamlined and a midnight flyer,
This train don't carry no liars, this train.

This train don't carry no smokers, this train;
This train don't carry no smokers, this train
This train don't carry no smokers,
Two bit liars, small time jokers,
This train don't carry no smokers, this train.

This train don't carry no con men, this train;
This train don't carry no con men, this train;
This train don't carry no con men,
No wheeler dealers, here and gone men,
This train don't carry no con men, this train.

This train don't carry no rustlers, this train;
This train don't carry no rustlers, this train;
This train don't carry no rustlers,
Sidestreet walkers, two bit hustlers,
This train is bound for glory, this train.

[ "This Train Is Bound For Glory" Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]

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