All You Who Seek

All you who seek a comfort sure
In trouble and distress,
Whatever sorrow vex the mind,
Whatever griefs oppress,
Jesus, who gave Himself for you
Upon the cross to die,
Let there His heart for love be pierced:
Oh, to that heart draw nigh.

You hear how kindly He invites;
You hear His words so blest:
"All you what labor come to Me,
And I will give you rest."
Christ Jesus, joy of saints on high,
The hope of sinners here,
Attracted by those loving words
To you we lift our prayer.

Latin, 18th c., tr. by Edward Caswall, 1814-1878, public domain

I Was Born To Love You

I was born to love you
With every single beat of my heart
Yes, I was born to take care of you
Every single day of my life....

I was born to love you
With every single beat of my heart
I was born to take care of you
Every single day of my life!

You are the one for me
I am the one for you
You were made for me
You're my ecstasy
If I was given every opportunity
I'd die for your love.
So take a chance with me
Let me romance with you
I'm caught in a dream
And my dream's come true
It's so hard to believe
This is happening to me
An amazing feeling
Coming through
I was born to love you
With every single beat of my heart
Yes, I was born to take care of you
Every single day of my life!

I wanna love you, yes
I love every little thing about you
I wanna love you, love you, love you
Born to love you
Born to love you
Yes, I was born to love you
Born to love you
Born to love you
Every single day of my life!

(guitar interlude)

I wanna love you, yes

I love every little thing about you
I wanna love you, love you, love you
Born to love you
Born to love you
Yes, I was born to love you
Born to love you
Born to love you
Every single day of my life!
Every single day of my life!
Every single day of my life!
Every single day of my life:
Born to love you!



~as sung by Tuck & Patti on "A Gift Of Love"

Take My Life And Let It Be Consecrated, Lord, To Thee

Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
Take my moments and my days;
Let them flow in ceaseless praise,
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.

Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love.
Take my feet, and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee,
Swift and beautiful for Thee.

Take my voice, and let me sing,
Always, only, for my King.
Take my life, and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee,
Filled with messages from Three.

Take my silver and and my gold;
Not a mite would I with-hold,
Take my intellect and use
Every power as Thou shalt choose,
Every power as Thou shalt choose.

Take my will and make it Thine,
It shall be no longer mine;
Take my heart, it is Thine own,
It shall be Thy royal throne,
It shall be Thy royal throne.

Take my love; my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store;
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee,
Ever, only, all for Thee.

Amen.

HENDON 7.7.7.7.
Frances Ridley Havergal, 1874
Henri Alexander Cesar Malan, 1827
Arr. by Lowell Mason, c. 1827
#358, The Mennonite Hymnal, Herald Press, 1969

As Falls The Night

As falls the night, we come
To shelter where your wings
Stretch out above the world you love
To guard all living things.

As fails the light, we seek
The fire no dark can douse.
Your lamp held high, you bid us fly
To harbor in your house.

As prowl our fears, we turn
To you in trusting prayer:
Where you abide, your children hide
Within your loving care.

All praise be yours, O God,
The home of all the blest;
Your walls of peace will never cease
To give your household rest.

~ Genevieve Glen, O.S.B.

My Shepherd Will Supply My Need

My Shepherd will supply my need;
Jehovah is His name;
In pastures fresh He makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.
He brings my wand'ring spirit back,
When I forsake His ways;
And leads me, for His mercy's sake,
In paths of truth and grace.

When I walk through the shades of death
Thy presence is my stay;
One word of Thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.
Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,
Doth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head.

The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days;
O may Thy house be my abode,
And all my work be praise.
There would I find a settled rest,
While others go and come;
No more a stranger, nor a guest,
But like a child at home.

RESIGNATION C.M.D.
Based on Psalm 23
Isaac Watts, 1719
Folk Hymn
F. Lewis' Beauties of Harmony, c. 1828
Version from Joseph Funk's Genuine Church Music, 1832
The Mennonite Hymnal, 1969, Herald Press

God Of Grace And God Of Glory

God of grace and God of glory,
On Thy people pour Thy power;
Crown Thine ancient church's story;
Bring her bud to glorious flower.
Grant us wisdom,
Grant us courage,
For the facing of this hour,
For the facing of this hour.

Lo!  the hosts of evil round us
Scorn Thy Christ, assail His ways!
From the fears that long have bound us,
Free our hearts to faith and praise.
Grant us wisdom,
Grant us courage,
For the living of these days,
For the living of these days.

Cure Thy children's warring madness;
Bend our pride to Thy control;
Shame our wanton, selfish gladness,
Rich in things and poor in soul.
Grant us wisdom,
Grant us courage,
Lest we miss Thy kingdom's goal,
Lest we miss Thy kingdom's goal.

Set our feet on lofty places;
Gird our lives that they may be
Armored with all Christ-like graces
In the fight to set men free.
Grant us wisdom,
Grant us courage,
That we fail not man nor Thee,
That we fail not man nor Thee.

Save us from weak resignation
To the evils we deplore;
Let the search for Thy salvation
Be our glory evermore.
Grant us wisdom,
Grant us courage,
Serving Thee whom we adore,
Serving Thee whom we adore.

Amen!

CWM RHONDDA 8.7.8.7.8.7
Fosdick/ Hughes
The Mennonite Hymnal, 1969, Herald Press

He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock!

A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
A wonderful Savior to me;
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,
Where rivers of pleasure I see.

He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
That shadows a dry, thirsty land;
He hideth my life in the depths of His love,
And covers me there with His hand,
And covers me there with His hand.

A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
He taketh my burden away;
He holdeth me up, and I shall not be moved,
He giveth me strength as my day.

He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
That shadows a dry, thirsty land;
He hideth my life in the depths of His love,
And covers me there with His hand,
And covers me there with His hand.

With numberless blessings each moment He crowns,
And filled with His fullness divine,
I sing in my rapture, O glory to God
For such a Redeemer as mine!

He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
That shadow a dry, thirsty land;
He hideth my life in the depths of His love,
And covers me there with His hand,
And covers me there with His hand.

When clothed in His brightness, transported I rise
To meet Him in clouds of the sky,
His perfect salvation, His wonderful love
I'll shout with the millions on high.

He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
That shadows a dry, thristy land;
He hideth my life in the depths of His love,
And covers me there with His hand,
And covers me there with His hand.

~ Fanny Crosby, 1890