Oct. 10, 2022

Make me a chanel of your peace

Make me a channel of your peace
Where there is hatred let me bring your love
Where there is injury, your pardon Lord
And where there is doubt true faith in You

Make me a channel of your peace
Where there is despair in life let me bring hope
Where there is darkness only light
And where there's sadness ever joy

Oh, Master grant that I may never seek
So much to be consoled as to console
To be understood as to understand
To be loved as to love with all my soul

Make me a channel of your peace
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned
It is in giving to all men that we receive
And in dying that we are born to eternal life

Oh, Master grant that I may never seek
So much to be consoled as to console
To be understood as to understand
To be loved as to love with all my soul

Make me a channel of your peace
Where there's despair in life let me bring hope
Where there is darkness only light
And where there's sadness ever joy

Francis of Assisis
Oct. 10, 2022

Tell it to Jesus

Are you weary, are you heavy-hearted?
Tell it to Jesus,
Tell it to Jesus;
Are you grieving over joys departed?
Tell it to Jesus alone.Refrain:
Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus,
He is a friend that’s well-known;
You’ve no other such a friend or brother,
Tell it to Jesus alone.Do the tears flow down your cheeks unbidden?
Tell it to Jesus,
Tell it to Jesus;
Have you sins that to men’s eyes are hidden?
Tell it to Jesus alone.Do you fear the gath’ring clouds of sorrow?
Tell it to Jesus,
Tell it to Jesus;
Are you anxious what shall be tomorrow?
Tell it to Jesus alone.Are you troubled at the thought of dying?
Tell it to Jesus,
Tell it to Jesus;
For Christ’s coming kingdom are you sighing?
Tell it to Jesus alone.

Edmund Lorenz 1876
Sep. 30, 2022

Balm in Gilead


Is there no balm in Gilead, and no physician there,
That people still should languish in sickness and despair?
Is there no one to free them, no power to release?
Yes, Jesus died to save from sin, from sickness and disease.
Refrain:
Yes, there is balm in Gilead, a great physician there,
For Jesus died on Calvary our sicknesses to bear;
Then ask in faith believing, His promises are true,
Doubt not, but come receiving, there’s healing now for you.
To Christ, the wondrous Healer, they came at set of sun,
With lame and halt and withered; He healed them, every one.
The leper proved His power—that met Him in the way;
He healed the deaf, the dumb, the blind; He’s just the same today.
The mighty name of Jesus has wondrous healing pow’r,
He’ll banish your diseases—be healed this very hour!
He suffered death to free us; our resurrected Lord
Will send the healing stream to you when you believe His word.
O come, receive your healing, it is the children’s bread,
The table stands before you, with Father’s bounty spread.
Not one shall be excluded; the promises are true;
You may be filled, O hungry one, the table’s spread for you.


Clara Brooks and Barney Warren 1911
Jul. 16, 2022

How much I owe

When This Passing World Is Done
Robert Murray McCheyne

When this passing world is done,
when has sunk yon glaring sun,
when we stand with Christ on high
looking o'er life's history,
then, Lord, shall I fully know,
not till then, how much I owe.

When I hear the wicked call
on the rocks and hills to fall,
when I see them start and shrink
on the fiery deluge brink,
then, Lord, shall I fully know,
not till then, how much I owe.

When I stand before the throne,
dressed in beauty not my own,
when I see thee as thou art,
love thee with unsinning heart,
then, Lord, shall I fully know,
not till then, how much I owe.

When the praise of heav'n I hear,
loud as thunders to the ear,
loud as many waters' noise,
sweet as harp's melodious voice,
then, Lord, shall I fully know,
not till then, how much I owe.

Chosen not for good in me,
wakened up from wrath to flee,
hidden in the Savior's side,
by the Spirit sanctified,
teach me, Lord, on earth to show,
by my love, how much I owe.

Robert Murray McCheyne 1837
Mar. 11, 2022

Win the lost at any cost

As we look all around us, we see all of the fields are white
They're ripened unto harvest, yet so quickly comes the night!
Christians you must get busy, oh there is so much work to do!
Here's an urgent task awaiting you!

… Souls are crying, men are dying, won't you lead them to the cross!
Go and find them, oh please help, please help to win them!
Win the lost at any cost!


Christ our loving Shepherd, Went out from the fold
Seeking for the stray lamb, That was lost in darkened cold
Tender hands of kindness, Raised Him from the ground
Now the little lost one had been found
Verse 3
Check your fold my Christian, Are the children in
Are there yet some straying, Lost in blackened fields of sin
You must go and reach them, Go without delay
Soon the shades of night, Will end the day

Go out and win, rescue from sin
Days almost done, and the battle's almost won!
Souls are crying, there are men out there dying!
Win the lost at any cost

Check your folds my christian brothers, and see if all of your children are in
Are there yet some strayed, lost, out in blackened fields of sin!
You must go out and reach them, go quickly without delay!
Soon the trump of god will close the game

Leon H Ellis 1929, sung by John Starnes