My weary days of suffering Will soon have passed away, And rest will seem the sweeter In Heaven's eternal day; So with this hope before me In patience I would be Sustained in my affliction Until Thy face I see. If any man serve Me, let him follow Me; and where I am, there shall also My servant be: if any man serve Me, him will My Father honour.
He that followeth Me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life. I Samuel He's the coming man, you know".
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Have you read His campaign speeches? Have you cast your vote for, Jesus? He's the Coming Man, you know. Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee; Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Save me from its guilt and power. Not the labor of my hands Can fulfil Thy law's demands; Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears forever flow, All for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and Thou alone.
Oh, wonder! When truth compels us to contend, What love with all our strife should blend!
They're dear to God. By the same cares and toils opprest, We lean upon one faithful Breast, We hasten to the same repose; How bear or do enough for those So dear to God! Psalm Never a heartache, and never a groan, Never a tear-drop, and never a moan, Never a danger but there, on the throne, Moment by moment, He thinks of His own. Never a weakness that He doth not feel; Never a sickness that He cannot heal, Moment by moment, in woe or in weal, Jesus, my Saviour, abides with me still.
Whose title we read is "The Word. There's only one path! It is narrow and straight. Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by Me.
It is not for a King we are longing To make the world kingdom His own; It is not for a Judge who shall summon The nations of earth to His throne;. Not for those, though we know they are coming, For they are but conditions of Him Before whom all glory is clouded, Beside whom all splendor grows dim. Abide with me: fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide: When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me! Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see: O Thou Who changeth not, abide with me!
I need Thy presence every passing hour: What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's pow'r?
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me! I fear not foe with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness; Where is death's sting? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. Hold thou Thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies. I know I am weak and sinful, It comes to me more and more, But as the dear Saviour bids me come in. I'll enter the open door.
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For yet a little while, and he that shall come will come, and will not tarry. Hebrews Now unto Him who is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of His glory with exceeding joy. Jude Christ also loved the church and gave Himself for it Ephesians , Rest for the little sleeper! Joy for the ransomed soul! Mighty the conflict o'er him! How could he face the foe? Rugged the road before him! How could the weak one go? Could there be sweeter balm? Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side; Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain; Leave to thy God to order and provide; In ev'ry change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly, Friend Thru thorny ways leads to a joyful end. Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake To guide the future as He has the past. Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake; All now mysterious shall be bright at last. Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below. Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart And all is darkened in the vale of tears; Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart, Who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears.
She gathered the three little ones in her arms and the candle and the fire light shone over them. They were soon so busy that they did not notice the room had filled with a strange and brilliant light. They turned and looked at the spot where the little wanderer sat. His ragged clothes had changed to garments white and beautiful; his tangled curls seemed like a halo of golden light about his head; but most glorious of all was his face, which shone with a light so dazzling that they could scarcely look upon it. Their little room seemed to grow larger and larger, until it was as wide as the whole world, the roof of their low house seemed to expand and rise, until it reached to the sky.
With a sweet and gentle smile the wonderful child looked upon them for a moment, and then slowly rose and floated through the air, above the treetops, beyond the church spire, higher even than the clouds themselves, until he appeared to them to be a shining star in the sky above. And it is said, dear children, that each Christmas Eve the little Christ Child wanders through some town or village, and those who receive him and take him into their homes and hearts have given to them this marvelous vision which is denied to others.
It seems as if this religious Christmas poem was specifically written for candlelight carol concerts! Somewhere across the winter world tonight You will be hearing chimes that fill the air; Christmas extends its all-enfolding light Across the distance, something we can share.
You will be singing, just the same as I, These familiar songs we know so well; And you will see these same stars in your sky And wish upon that brightest one that fell. I shall remember you and trim my tree, One shining star upon the topmost bough; I will hang wreaths of faith that all may see, Tonight I glimpse beyond the here and now. And all the time that we must be apart, I keep a candle in my heart.
I heard the bells on Christmas day their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet the words repeat Of peace on earth, good will to men. And though how, as the day had come, the belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along the unbroken song Of peace of earth, good will to men.
Till ringing, singing on its way the world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime, a chant sublime Of peace of earth, good will to men. If you are looking for a Christmas poem for a carol concert, consider this next beautiful poem about three candles. When the Christmas-tide drew nigh, On a shelf three candles bright, Two were red and one was white, Waited for who came to buy. When the dark fell, bright and gay The first candle burned away, Red as all the berries red On the holly overhead, While the children in their glee Danced around the Christmas-tree.
But the third one in the gloom Of a bare and cheerless room Softly burned where long had lain A poor little child in pain, And the baby in its bed By the light was comforted. When the Christ-child passed that night All three candles gave Him light, But the brightest was the spark By the baby in the dark. With his beautiful words, we can image how quiet and still all nature was, waiting for the birth of Baby Jesus. This poem would be perfect for carol concerts. The time draws near the birth of Christ: The moon is hid; the night is still; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist.
Four voices of four hamlets round, From far and near, on mead and moor, Swell out and fail, as if a door Were shut between me and the sound:. Each voice four changes on the wind, That now dilate, and new decrease, Peace and goodwill, goodwill and peace, Peace and goodwill, to all mankind. Soft, soothing, and filled with love. This poem could be recited at Sunday School or carol concerts by young children. Joseph sat musing on a bundle of hay, the shepherds played sweetly a small harp lay.
The ox and the donkey forgot the fresh straw, and knelt down in wonder at what they saw. The walls were shining like molten gold; The winds sang gaily, around the fold. And gleaming silver strewed every star, and sang a star greeting from heaven afar. This religious Christmas poem would be appropriate for carol concerts. There is faint music in the night, And pale wings fanned by silver flight; A frosty hill with tender glow Of countless stars that shine on snow. This spiritual poem celebrates the true meaning of Christmas and takes advantage of the familiar sounds of a delightful tune.
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Jesus came to be our Saviour, All the angels sang and God rejoiced! Jesus came to live among us, All the angels sang and God rejoiced! Showed us faith both true and joyous, All the angels sang and God rejoiced! Jesus offers us repentance, Gave himself for our eternal life. Jesus came to make us holy, All the angels sang and God rejoiced! Came to save us, meek and lowly, All the angels sang and God rejoiced! Guides us to Christ-like behavior, Puts his love for the world in our soul.
Jesus Christ our only savior, Takes away our sin and makes us whole. This next Christian Christmas poem is a perfect fit for carol concerts. It reminds us to think about Jesus when we sing Christmas carols. The ones that put Christ in Christmas and year after year they keep Him there, For the devil tries to take Him out and there are many who have joined his lair. Some tell of the miracle God performed when Jesus came on Christmas morn, For this would be the one and only time that to a virgin a child would be born.