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There Is A Happy Land

Andrew Young (1807-1889)

There is a happy land,
Far, far away,
Where Saints in glory stand,
Bright, bright as day.
O how they sweetly sing,
Worthy is our Saviour King,
Loud let his praises ring,
Praise, praise for aye.

Come to this happy land,
Come, come away;
Why will ye doubting stand?
Why still delay?
O we shall happy be,
When, from sin and sorrow free,
Lord, we shall live with thee,
Blest, blest for aye.

Bright in that happy land
Beams every eye;
Kept by a Father's hand,
Love cannot die.
On then to glory run,
Be a crown and kingdom won,
And bright above the sun,
Reign, reign for aye. Amen.

There Is A Land Of Pure Delight

Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea,
And linger, shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

O could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy thoughts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes:

Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore!

There Is A Redeemer

Melody Green (fl.1982), verse 3 by Keith Green (1953-1982)

There is a Redeemer,
Jesus, God's own Son,
precious Lamb of God, Messiah,
holy One.
Thank You, O my Father,
for giving us Your Son,
and leaving Your Spirit
till the work on earth is done.

Jesus my Redeemer,
name above all names,
precious Lamb of God, Messiah,
O for sinners slain:
Chorus

When I stand in glory
I will see His face,
and there I'll serve my King for ever
in that holy place.
Chorus

There Is An Hour When I Must Part

Andrew Reed (1787-1862)

There is an hour when I must part
With all I hold most dear;
And life with its best hopes will then
As nothingness appear.

There is an hour when I must sink
Beneath the stroke of death,
And yield to Him, who gave it first,
My struggling, vital breath.

There is an hour when I must stand
Before the judgment-seat,
And all my sins, and all my foes,
In awful vision meet.

There is an hour when I must look
On one eternity;
And nameless woe, or blissful life,
My endless portion be.

O Saviour, then, in all my need,
Be near, be near to me;
And let my soul by steadfast faith
Find life and heaven in Thee.

There's A Friend For Little Children

Albert Midlane (1825-1909)

There's a Friend for little children
Above the bright blue sky;
A friend who never changeth,
Whose love can never die.
Unlike our friends by nature,
Who change with changing years,
This friend is always worthy
The precious name He bears.

There's a home for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
Where Jesus reigns in glory,
A home of peace and joy;
No home on earth is like it
Nor can with it compare,
For every one is happy,
Nor can be happier there.

There's a robe for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
A harp of sweetest music,
A palm of victory.
All, all above is treasured,
And found in Christ alone:
Lord, grant Thy little children
To know Thee as their own.

There’s A Land That Is Fairer Than Day

Sanford Fillmore Bonnet (1836 – 1898)

There's a land that is fairer than day,
And by faith we can see it afar,
For the Father waits over the way,
To prepare us a dwelling place there.
In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore,
In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

We shall sing on that beautiful shore,
The melodious songs of the blest;
And our spirits shall sorrow no more,
Not a sigh for the blessing of rest
Chorus

To our bountiful Father above
We will offer the tribute of praise,
For the glorious gift of His love,
And the blessing that hallows our days.
Chorus

There's A Light Upon The Mountains

Henry Burton (1840-1930)

There's a light upon the mountains, and the day is at the spring,
When our eyes shall see the beauty and the glory of the King;
Weary was our heart with waiting, and the night-watch seemed so long;
But his triumph-day is breaking, and we hail it with a song

There's a hush of expectation, and a quiet in the air;
And the breath of God is moving in the fervent breath of prayer:
For the suffering, dying Jesus is the Christ upon the throne,
And the travail of our spirit is the travail of his own.

He is breaking down the barriers, he is casting up the way;
He is calling for his angels to build up the gates of day:
But his angels here are human, not the shining hosts above;
For the drum-beats of his army are the heart-beats of our love.

Hark! We hear a distant music, and it comes with fuller swell;
'Tis the triumph-song of Jesus, of our King, Immanuel:
Zion, go ye forth to meet him; and, my soul, be swift to bring
All thy finest and thy noblest for the triumph of our King!

They Who Tread The Path Of Labour

Henry Van Dyke (1852-1933)

They who tread the path of labour follow where My feet have trod;
They who work without complaining do the holy will of God;
Nevermore Thou needest seek Me; I am with thee everywhere;
Raise the stone, and thou shalt find Me; cleave the wood and I am ther

Where the many toil together, there am I among My own;
Where the tired workman sleepeth, there am I with him alone.
I, the Peace that passeth knowledge, dwell amid the daily strife;
I, the Bread of heaven, am broken in the sacrament of life.

Every task, however simple, sets the soul that does it free;
Every deed of love and mercy done to man, is done to Me.
Nevermore thou needest seek Me; I am with thee everywhere;
Raise the stone, and thou shalt find Me; cleave the wood and I am there.

Thine Be The Glory, Risen, Conquering Son

Richard B Hoyle

Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son,
endless is the victory thou o’er death hast won;
angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away,
kept the folded grave-clothes where thy body lay:
Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son,
endless is the victory thou o’er death hast won.

Lo, Jesus meets us, risen from the tomb;
lovingly he greets us, scatters fear and gloom;
let the Church with gladness hymns of triumph sing,
for her Lord now liveth, death hath lost its sting:
Chorus

No more we doubt thee, glorious Prince of Life;
life is nought without thee: aid us in our strife;
make us more than conquerors through thy deathless love;
bring us safe through Jordan to thy home above:
Chorus

Thine For Ever! God Of Love

Mary Fawler Maude (née Hopper) (1819-1913)

Thine for ever! God of love,
hear us from thy throne above;
thine for ever may we be
here and in eternity

Thine for ever! Lord of life,
shield us through our earthly strife;
thou the Life, the Truth, the Way,
guide us to the realms of day.

Thine for ever! O how blest
they who find in thee their rest!
Saviour, guardian, heavenly friend,
O defend us to the end.

Thine for ever! Shepherd, keep,
us thy frail and trembling sheep;
safe alone beneath thy care,
let us all thy goodness share.

Thine for ever! thou our guide,
all our wants by thee supplied,
all our sins by thee forgiven,
lead us, Lord, from earth to heaven.

Think Of A World Without Any Flowers

Doreen Newport (1927-2004)

Think of a world without any flowers
Think of a world without any trees
Think of a sky without any sunshine
Think of the air without any breeze.
We thank you, Lord, for flowers and trees and sunshine
We thank you, Lord, and praise your holy name.

Think of the world without any animals
Think of a field without any herd
Think of a stream without any fishes
Think of a dawn without any bird.
We thank you, Lord, for all your living creatures
We thank you, Lord, and praise your holy name.

Think of a world without any people
Think of a street with no-one living there
Think of a town without any houses
No-one to love and nobody to care.
We thank you, Lord, for families and friendships,
We thank you, Lord, and praise your holy name.

Think of a world without any worship
Think of a God without his only son
Think of a cross without resurrection
Only a grave and not a victory won.
We thank you, Lord, for showing us our Saviour,
We thank you, Lord, and praise your holy name.

Thanks to our Lord for being here among us
Thanks be to you for sharing all we do
Thanks for our Church and all the love we find here
Thanks for this place and all its promise true.
We thank you, Lord, for life in all its richness,
We thank you, Lord, and praise your holy name.

This is the day, this is the day

This is the day,
this is the day that the Lord has made,
that the Lord has made.
We will rejoice,
we will rejoice, and be glad in it,
and be glad in it.
This is the day that the Lord has made,
we will rejoice and be glad in it,
This is the day,
this is the day that the Lord has made.

This is the day …that he rose again, *

This is the day … when the Spirit came, *

This Is The God We Adore

Joseph Hart (1712-1768)

This, this is the God we adore;
our faithful, unchangeable friend;
whose love is as great as his power.
and neither knows measure nor end.

Tis Jesus the first and the last
whose Spirit shall guide us safe home;
we'll praise him for all that is past,
and trust him for all that's to come.

This Little Light Of Mine

This little light of mine,
I’m gonna let it shine.
This light of mine,
I’m gonna let it shine
This light of mine,
I’m gonna let it shine
let it shine
let it shine
let it shine

The light that shines is the light of love,
Lights the darkness from above.
It shines on me and it shines on you,
And shows what the power of love can do.
I’m gonna shine my light both far and near,
I’m gonna shine my light bright and clear.
Where there’s a dark corner in this land
I’m gonna let my little light shine

Chorus

On Monday he gave me the gift of love,
Tuesday peace came from above.
On Wednesday he told me to have more faith,
On Thursday he gave me a little more grace.
Friday he told me just to watch and pray,
Saturday he told me just what to say.
On Sunday he gave me the power divine
To let my little light shine.

Chorus

Thou God of truth and love

Charles Wesley (1707-1788)

Thou God of truth and love,
We seek thy perfect way,
Ready thy choice to approve,
Thy providence to obey;
Enter into thy wise design,
And sweetly lose our will in thine.

Why hast thou cast our lot
In the same age and place,
And why together brought
To see each other's face,
To join with loving sympathy,
And mix our friendly souls in thee?

Didst thou not make us one,
That we might one remain,
Together travel on,
And share our joy and pain,
Till all thy utmost goodness prove,
And rise renewed in perfect love?

Then let us ever bear
The blessèd end in view,
And join, with mutual care,
To fight our passage through;
And kindly help each other on,
Till all receive the starry crown.

O may thy Spirit seal
Our souls unto that day,
With all thy fullness fill,
And then transport away:
Away to our eternal rest,
Away to our Redeemer's breast.

Thou Whose Almighty Word

John Marriott (1780-1825), Thomas Raffles (1788-1863)

Thou whose almighty word
chaos and darkness heard,
and took their flight;
hear us, we humbly pray,
and where the Gospel-day
sheds not its glorious ray,
let there be light.

Thou, who didst come to bring
on thy redeeming wing
healing and sight,
health to the sick in mind,
sight to the inly blind,
O now to all mankind
let there be light.

Spirit of truth and love,
life-giving, holy Dove,
speed forth thy flight;
move on the water's face,
bearing the lamp of grace,
and in earth's darkest place
let there be light.

Holy and blessed Three,
glorious Trinity,
Wisdom, Love, Might;
boundless as ocean's tide
rolling in fullest pride,
through the earth far and wide
let there be light.

Three In One And One In Three

Gilbert Rorison (1821-1869)

Three in One and One in Three,
Ruler of the earth and sea,
Hear us, while we lift to Thee
Holy chant and psalm.

Light of lights, with morning, shine:
Lift on us Thy light divine;
And let charity benign
Breathe on us her balm.

Light of lights, when falls the even,
Let it close on sin forgiven;
Fold us in the peace of heaven,
Shed a holy calm.

Three in One and One in Three,
Dimly here we worship Thee;
With the saints hereafter we
Hope to bear the palm.

Through All The Changing Scenes Of Life

Nahum Tate (or Teate) (1652-1715) and Nicholas Brady (1659-1726)

Through all the changing scenes of life,
in trouble and in joy,
the praises of my God shall still
my heart and tongue employ.

Of his deliverance I will boast,
till all that are distressed
from my example comfort take,
and charm their griefs to rest.

O magnify the Lord with me,
with me exalt his name;
when in distress to him I called,
he to my rescue came.

The hosts of God encamp around
the dwellings of the just;
deliverance he affords to all
who on his succour trust.

O make but trial of his love:
experience will decide
how blest are they, and only they,
who in his truth confide.

Fear him, ye saints, and you will then
have nothing else to fear;
make you his service your delight,
your wants shall be his care.

7To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
the God whom we adore,
be glory, as it was, is now,
and shall be evermore.

Through The Day Thy Love Has Spared Us

Thomas Kelly (1769-1855)

Through the day thy love has spared us;
Now we lay us down to rest;
Through the silent watches guard us,
Let no foe our peace molest:
Jesus, thou our guardian be;
Sweet it is to trust in thee.

Pilgrims here on earth and strangers,
Dwelling in the midst of foes,
Us and ours preserve from dangers;
In thine arms may we repose,
And, when life's sad day is past,
Rest with thee in heaven at last.

Through The Love Of God Our Saviour

Mary Peters (1813-1856)

Through the love of God our Saviour
all will be well.
Free and changeless is his favour;
all, all is well.
Precious is the blood that healed us,
perfect is the grace that sealed us,
strong the hand stretched forth to shield us;
all must be well.

Though we pass through tribulation,
all will be well.
One is such a full salvation,
all, all is well.
Happy still in God confiding,
fruitful, if in Christ abiding,
holy, through the Spirit's guiding;
all must be well.

We expect a bright tomorrow;
all will be well.
Faith can sing through days of sorrow
All, all is well.
On our Father's love relying,
Jesus every need supplying,
or in living or in dying,
all must be well.

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