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Gospel Hymns For Daily Strength

LOVE MAKES OUR TOIL WORTHWHILE
“Love one another, as I have loved you.” John 15:12

Open wider the door of your heart to the light;
Let the sunshine of love make its corners all bright;
Let no selfish desires bring the shadow of night,
Only love makes our toil worthwhile.

Let the sunlight and the love-light
Fill your face with their glory,
With a bright, sunny smile;
Bear your trials with patience,
Good cheer sure will win;
Only love makes our toil worthwhile!

If your face is alight with the sunshine of love
Then your soul will be filled with a joy from above;
Everywhere you’ll find gladness, tho’ widely you rove;
Only love makes our toil worthwhile.

Learn to love men about you, whatever you learn,
Finding no one too lowly and no one to spurn;
Love will teach you to help them, their good to discern,
Only love makes our toil worthwhile.10957929_598791626918816_423525164_n
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Words: Eunice Whitfold, in The King’s Message, edited by Edmund Lorenz & Ira B. Wilson (New York: Lorenz Publishing Company, 1910), number 32.

Music: Edmund S. Lorenz

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     -GOD, WHOSE LOVE IS ALWAYS STRONGER
    “Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.” 1 Corinthians 13:4-7

    God, whose love is always stronger
    Than our weakness, pride and fear,
    In your world, we pray and wonder
    How to be more faithful here.
    Hate too often grows inside us;
    Fear rules what the nations do.
    So we pray, when wars divide us:
    Give us love, Lord! Make us new!

    Love is patient, kind and caring,
    Never arrogant or rude,
    Never boastful, all things bearing;
    Love rejoices in the truth.
    When we’re caught up in believing
    War will make the terror cease,
    Show us Jesus’ way of living;
    May our strength be in your peace.

    May our faith in you be nourished;
    May your churches hear your call.
    May our lives be filled with courage
    As we speak your love for all.
    Now emboldened by your Spirit
    Who has given us new birth,
    Give us love, that we may share it
    Till your love renews the earth!
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    Words: Carolyn W. Gillette, 2003.

    Music: Beach Spring, from Sacred Harp, by Benjamin F. White, 1844

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Gospel Hymns For Daily Strength

Do you know the world is dying
For a little bit of love?
Everywhere we hear the sighing
For a little bit of love;
For the love that rights a wrong,
Fills the heart with hope and song;
They have waited, oh, so long,
For a little bit of love.

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From the poor of every city,
For a little bit of love,
Hands are reaching out for pity,
For a little bit of love;
Some have burdens hard to bear,
Some have sorrows we would share;
Shall they falter and despair
For a little bit of love?

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Down before their idols falling,
For a little bit of love,
Many souls in vain are calling
For a little bit of love;
If they die in sin and shame,
Someone surely is to blame
For not going in His name,
With a little bit of love.

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While the souls of men are dying,
For a little bit of love,
While the children, too, are crying,
For a little bit of love,
Stand no longer idly by,
You can help them if you try;
Go, then saying, “Here am I,”
With a little bit of love.Happy Valentine's Day

-A LITTLE BIT OF LOVE
Words & Music: Ed­win O. Ex­cell, 1904

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CRADLED IN A MANGER, MEANLY

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Gospel Hymns For Daily Strength

Cradled in a manger, meanly,
Laid the Son of Man His head;
Sleeping His first earthly slumber
Where the oxen had been fed.
Happy were those shepherds listening
To the holy angel’s word;
Happy they within that stable
Worshipping their infant Lord.

Happy all who hear the message
Of His coming from above;
Happier still who hail His coming,
And with praises greet His love.
Blessèd Savior, Christ most holy,
In a manger Thou didst rest;
Canst Thou stoop again, yet lower,
And abide within my breast?

Evil things are there before Thee;
In the heart, where they have fed,
Wilt Thou pitifully enter,
Son of Man, and lay Thy head?
Enter, then, O Christ most holy;
Make a Christmas in my heart;
Make a heaven of my manger:
It is heaven where Thou art.

And to those who never listened
To the message of Thy birth,
Who have winter, but no Christmas
Bringing them Thy peace on earth,
Send to these the joyful tidings;
By all people, in each home,
Be there heard the Christmas anthem;
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-STANDING ON THE PROMISES-

“Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering, for He is faithful that promised.” Hebrews 10:23

Standing on the promises of Christ my King,
Through eternal ages let His praises ring,
Glory in the highest, I will shout and sing,
Standing on the promises of God.

Standing on the promises that cannot fail,
When the howling storms of doubt and fear assail,
By the living Word of God I shall prevail,
Standing on the promises of God.

Standing on the promises I now can see
Perfect, present cleansing in the blood for me;
Standing in the liberty where Christ makes free,
Standing on the promises of God.

Standing on the promises of Christ the Lord,
Bound to Him eternally by love’s strong cord,
Overcoming daily with the Spirit’s sword,
Standing on the promises of God.

Standing on the promises I cannot fall,
Listening every moment to the Spirit’s call
Resting in my Savior as my all in all,
Standing on the promises of God.

Words & Music: R. Kel­so Car­ter, in Songs of Per­fect Love, by John Swe­ney & Kel­so Car­ter (Phil­a­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: John J. Hood, 1886)

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Gospel Hymns For Daily Strength

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On a day when men were counted, God became the Son of Man,

That His name in every census should be entered was His plan.

God, the Lord of all creation, humbly takes a creature’s place;

He whose form no man has witnessed has today a human face.

On a night, while silent shepherds watched their flocks upon the plain,
Came a message with its summons brought by song of angel train:
Lo, in Bethlehem’s little village has arrived the shepherd King,
And each shepherd to his Master must his sheep as offering bring.

When there shone the star of David in the spangled eastern sky,
Kings arrived to pay their homage to the Christ, the Lord most high.
Yet not all, for lo, there soundeth through the streets a fearful cry;
For a king who will not worship has decreed that Christ must die.

Yet it’s Christmas, and we greet Him, coming even now to save;
For the Lord of our salvation was not captive to the grave.
Out of Egypt came the Savior, man’s Immanuel to be—
Christmas shines with Easter glory, glory of eternity.

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-ALL THAT I WAS-

All that I was, my sin, my guilt,
My death, was all mine own;
All that I am I owe to Thee,
My gracious God, alone.

The evil of my former state
Was mine, and only mine;
The good in which I now rejoice
Is Thine, and only Thine.

The darkness of my former state,
The bondage, all was mine;
The light of life in which I walk,
The liberty, is Thine.

Thy Word first made me feel my sin,
It taught me to believe;
Then, in believing, peace I found,
And now I live, I live!

All that I am, e’en here on earth
All that I hope to be,
When Jesus comes and glory dawns,
I owe it, Lord to Thee.

Words: Horatius Bonar, in the Bi­ble Hymn Book, 1845, num­ber 219, alt.
Music: St. Ber­nard (Ri­chard­son), Toch­ter Si­on (Köln, Ger­ma­ny: 1741); ar­ranged by John Ri­chard­son

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COME, THOU FOUNT OF EVERY BLESSING

Come, Thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I’ll begin;
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothèd then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.

Words: Ro­bert Ro­bin­son, 1758; ap­peared in his A Col­lect­ion of Hymns Used by the Church of Christ in Angel Al­ley, Bi­shop­gate, 1759.
Music: Net­tle­ton, Wyeth’s Re­po­si­to­ry of Sac­red Mu­sic, Part Se­cond, by John Wy­eth

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