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    Bread Of Heaven, On Thee We Feed

    Josiah Conder (1798-1855)

    Bread of heaven, on thee we feed,
    for thy flesh is meat indeed;
    ever may our souls be fed
    with this true and living bread;
    day by day with strength supplied
    through the life of him who died.

    Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies
    this blest cup of sacrifice;
    Lord, thy wounds our healing give,
    to thy Cross we look and live:
    Jesus, may we ever be
    grafted, rooted, built in thee.

    Breathe On Me Breath Of God

    Edwin Hatch (1835 – 1899)

    Breathe on me, Breath of God,
    fill me with life anew,
    that I may love what thou dost love,
    and do what thou wouldst do.

    Breathe on me, Breath of God,
    until my heart is pure;
    until with thee I will one will,
    to do and to endure.

    Breathe on me, Breath of God,
    till I am wholly thine;
    until this earthly part of me
    glows with thy fire divine.

    Breathe on me, Breath of God,
    so shall I never die,
    but live with thee the perfect life
    of thine eternity.

    Bright The Vision That Delighted

    Richard Mant (1776-1848)

    Bright the vision that delighted
    once the sight of Judah's seer;
    sweet the countless tongues united
    to entrance the prophet's ear.

    Round the Lord in glory seated
    cherubim and seraphim
    filled his temple, and repeated
    each to each the alternate hymn:

    Lord, thy glory fills the heaven;
    earth is with its fulness stored;
    unto thee be glory given,
    holy, holy, holy, Lord.'

    Heaven is still with glory ringing,
    earth takes up the angels' cry,
    'Holy, holy, holy,' singing,
    'Lord of hosts, the Lord most high.'

    With his seraph train before him,
    with his holy Church below,
    thus unite we to adore him,
    bid we thus our anthem flow:

    Lord, thy glory fills the heaven;
    earth is with its fulness stored;
    unto thee be glory given,
    holy, holy, holy, Lord.'

    Brightest And Best Of The Sons Of The Morning

    Reginald Heber (1783-1826)

    Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
    dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid;
    star of the east, the horizon adorning,
    guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

    Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining;
    low lies his head with the beasts of the stall;
    angels adore him in slumber reclining,
    Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all.

    Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,
    odours of Edom, and offerings divine,
    gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean,
    myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?

    Vainly we offer each ample oblation,
    vainly with gifts would his favour secure:
    richer by far is the heart's adoration,
    dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

    Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
    dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid;
    star of the east, the horizon adorning,
    guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

    Brightest And Best Of The Sons Of The Morning

    Reginald Heber (1783-1826)

    Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
    dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid;
    star of the east, the horizon adorning,
    guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

    Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining;
    low lies his head with the beasts of the stall;
    angels adore him in slumber reclining,
    Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all.

    Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,
    odours of Edom, and offerings divine,
    gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean,
    myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?

    Vainly we offer each ample oblation,
    vainly with gifts would his favour secure:
    richer by far is the heart's adoration,
    dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

    Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
    dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid;
    star of the east, the horizon adorning,
    guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

    Amazing Grace! How Sweet The Sound

    John Newton (1725-1807) William Cowper (1731-1800) John Rees (1828-1900)

    Amazing grace!-how sweet the sound-
    that saved a wretch like me!
    I once was lost, but now I’m found,
    was blind, but now I see.

    Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
    and grace my fears relieved;
    how precious did that grace appear
    the hour I first believed!

    Through many dangers, toils and snares
    I have already come;
    'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
    and grace will lead me home.

    The Lord has promised good to me,
    his word my hope secures;
    he will my shield and portion be
    as long as life endures.

    And, when this heart and flesh shall fail
    and mortal life shall cease,
    I shall possess within the veil
    a life of joy and peace.

    When we've been there ten thousand years
    bright shining as the sun,
    we've no less days to sing God's praise
    than when we first begun.

    Come Down, O Love Divine

    Richard Frederick Littledale (1833-1890)

    Come down, O Love divine,
    Seek thou this soul of mine,
    And visit it with thine own ardour glowing;
    O comforter, draw near,
    Within my heart appear,
    And kindle it, thy holy flame bestowing.

    O let it freely burn,
    Till earthly passions turn
    To dust and ashes, in its heat consuming;
    And let thy glorious light
    Shine ever on my sight,
    And clothe me round, the while my path illuming.

    Let holy charity
    Mine outward vesture be,
    And lowliness becomes mine inner clothing;
    True lowliness of heart,
    Which takes the humbler part,
    And o'er its own shortcomings weeps with loathing.

    And so the yearning strong,
    With which the soul will long,
    Shall far outpass the power of human telling;
    For none can guess its grace,
    Till he become the place
    Wherein the Holy Spirit makes his dwelling.

    Come Holy Ghost, our souls inspire

    Veni, creator Spiritus attributed to Rabanus Maurus (c776-856), John Cosin (1594-1672)

    Come Holy Ghost, our souls inspire,
    and lighten with celestial fire;
    thou the anointing Spirit art,
    who dost thy sevenfold gifts impart.

    Thy blessèd unction from above
    is comfort, life, and fire of love;
    enable with perpetual light
    the dullness of our blinded sight.

    Anoint and cheer our soilèd face
    with the abundance of thy grace:
    keep far our foes, give peace at home;
    where thou art guide no ill can come.

    Teach us to know the Father, Son,
    and thee, of both to be but One;
    that through the ages all along
    this may be our endless song,

    Praise to thy eternal merit,
    Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen'

    Come, Let Us Join Our Cheerful Songs

    Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

    Come, let us join our cheerful songs
    With angels round the throne;
    Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
    But all their joys are one.

    Worthy the Lamb that died,' they cry,
    'To be exalted thus!'
    'Worthy the Lamb!' our lips reply,
    'For he was slain for us.'

    Jesus is worthy to receive
    Honour and power divine;
    And blessings, more than we can give,
    Be, Lord, for ever thine.

    Let all creation join in one
    To bless the sacred name
    Of him that sits upon the throne,
    And to adore the Lamb.

    Let all that dwell above the sky,
    and air, and earth, and seas,
    conspire to lift thy glories high,
    and speak thine endless praise.

    The whole creation join in one,
    to bless the sacred name
    of him that sits upon the throne,
    and to adore the lamb.

    Come Let Us Sing Of A Wonderful Love,

    Robert Walmsley (1831-1905)

    Come let us sing of a wonderful love,
    tender and true;
    out of the heart of the Father above,
    streaming to me and to you:
    wonderful love
    dwells in the heart of the Father above.

    Jesus, the Saviour, this gospel to tell,
    joyfully came;
    came with the helpless and hopeless to dwell,
    sharing their sorrow and shame;
    seeking the lost,
    saving, redeeming at measureless cost.

    Jesus is seeking the wanderers yet;
    why do they roam?
    Love only waits to forgive and forget;
    Home! weary wanderers, home!
    Wonderful love
    dwells in the heart of the Father above.

    Come to my heart, O Thou wonderful love,
    come and abide,
    lifting my life till it rises above
    envy and falsehood and pride;
    seeking to be
    lowly and humble, a learner of Thee.

    Come On And Celebrate

    Come on and celebrate
    His gift of love, we will celebrate
    The Son of God who loved us
    And gave us life.
    We'll shout Your praise, O King,
    You give us joy nothing else can bring,
    We'll give to You our offering
    In celebration praise.

    Come on and celebrate,
    Celebrate,
    Celebrate and sing,
    Celebrate and sing to the King.
    Come on and celebrate,
    Celebrate,
    Celebrate and sing,
    Celebrate and sing to the King.

    Come, Thou Long-Expected Jesus

    Charles Wesley (1707-1788)

    Come, thou long-expected Jesus,
    Born to set thy people free,
    From our fears and sins release us,
    Let us find our rest in thee.

    Israel's strength and consolation,
    Hope of all the earth thou art;
    Dear desire of every nation,
    Joy of every longing heart.

    Born thy people to deliver,
    Born a child and yet a king,
    Born to reign in us for ever,
    Now thy gracious kingdom bring.

    By thine own eternal Spirit
    Rule in all our hearts alone;
    By thine all-sufficient merit
    Raise us to thy glorious throne.

    Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

    Henry Alford (1810-1871) and others

    Come, ye thankful people, come,
    raise the song of harvest-home:
    all is safely gathered in,
    ere the winter storms begin;
    God, our maker, doth provide
    for our wants to be supplied:
    come to God's own temple, come;
    raise the song of harvest-home.

    All this world is God's own field,
    fruit unto his praise to yield;
    wheat and tares therein are sown,
    unto joy or sorrow grown;
    ripening with a wondrous power
    till the final harvest-hour:
    grant, O Lord of life, that we
    holy grain and pure may be.

    For we know that thou wilt come,
    and wilt take thy people home;
    from thy field wilt purge away
    all that doth offend, that day;
    and thine angels charge at last
    in the fire the tares to cast,
    but the fruitful ears to store
    in thy garner evermore.

    Come then, Lord of mercy, come.
    bid us sing thy harvest-home:
    let thy saints be gathered in,
    free from sorrow, free from sin,
    all upon the golden floor
    praising thee for evermore:
    come, with all thine angels, come,
    bid us sing thy harvest-home.

    Crown Him With Many Crowns

    Matthew Bridges (1800-94),

    Crown him with many crowns,
    the Lamb upon his throne;
    Hark! how the heavely anthem drowns
    all music but its own:
    Awake, my soul, and sing
    of him who died for thee,
    and hail him as thy matchless King
    through all eternity.

    Crown him the Virgin's Son,
    the God incarnate born,
    whose arm those crimson trophies won
    which now his brow adorn:
    fruit of that mystic Rose,
    as of that Rose the Stem;
    the Root whence mercy ever flows,
    the Babe of Bethlehem.

    Crown him the Lord of Love!
    Behold his hands and side,
    rich wounds yet visible above
    in beauty glorified:
    no angel in the sky
    can fully bear that sight,
    but downward bends his burning eye
    at mysteries so bright.

    Crown him the Lord of peace,
    whose power a sceptre sways
    from pole to pole, that wars may cease,
    absorbed in prayer and praise:
    his reign shall know no end,
    and round his pierced feet
    fair flowers of Paradise extend
    their fragrance ever sweet.

    Crown him the Lord of years,
    the Potentate of time,
    Creator of the rolling spheres,
    ineffably sublime.
    Glassed in a sea of light,
    where everlasting waves
    reflect his throne-the Infinite!
    who lives-and loves-and saves.

    Daily, Daily Sing The Praises

    Sabine Baring-Gould (1834-1924)

    Daily, daily sing the praises
    Of the City God hath made;
    In the beauteous fields of Eden
    Its foundation-stones are laid:
    O, that I had wings of Angels
    Here to spread and heavenward fly;
    I would seek the gates of Sion,
    Far beyond the starry sky!

    All the walls of that dear City
    Are of bright and burnished gold;
    It is matchless in its beauty,
    And its treasures are untold:
    Chorus

    In the midst of that dear City
    Christ is reigning on his seat,
    And the Angels swing their censers
    In a ring about his feet:
    Chorus

    From the throne a river issues,
    Clear as crystal, passing bright,
    And it traverses the City
    Like a beam of living light:Chorus

    There the meadows green and dewy
    Shine with lilies wondrous fair;
    Thousand, thousand are the colours
    Of the waving flowers there:
    Chorus

    There the forests ever blossom,
    Like our orchards here in May;
    There the gardens never wither,
    But eternally are gay:
    Chorus

    7There the wind is sweetly fragrant,
    And is laden with the song
    Of the Seraphs, and the Elders,
    And the great redeemèd throng:
    Chorus

    8O I would my ears were open
    Here to catch that happy strain!

    Daisies Are Our Silver

    Jan Struther (1901-1953)

    Daisies are our silver,
    Buttercups our gold:
    This is all the treasure
    We can have or hold.

    Raindrops are our diamonds
    And the morning dew;
    While for shining sapphires
    We've the speedwell blue.

    These shall be our emeralds-
    Leaves so new and green;
    Roses make the reddest
    Rubies ever seen.

    God, who gave these treasures
    To your children small,
    Teach us how to love them
    And grow like them all.

    Make us bright as silver:
    Make us good as gold;
    Warm as summer roses
    Let our hearts unfold.

    Gay as leaves in April,
    Clear as drops of dew-
    God, who made the speedwell,
    Keep us true to you.

    Daniel And His Friends Must Choose

    Philip P. Bliss (1838-1876)

    Daniel and his friends must choose
    what is right or wrong.
    Should they take the easy way or
    follow God's command?
    Dare to be a Daniel! Dare to stand alone!
    Dare to have a purpose firm! Dare to make it known.

    Three friends knew they should not bow,
    when the signal came.
    For they loved the Lord their God and
    would not worship man.
    Chorus

    When you find that you must choose,
    do what's right and good.
    Think of Daniel and his friends and
    please the Lord your God.
    Chorus

    Dare To Be A Daniel! Dare To Stand Alone!

    Philip P. Bliss (1838-1876)

    Daniel and his friends must choose
    what is right or wrong.
    Should they take the easy way or
    follow God's command?
    Dare to be a Daniel! Dare to stand alone!
    Dare to have a purpose firm! Dare to make it known.

    Three friends knew they should not bow,
    when the signal came.
    For they loved the Lord their God and
    would not worship man.
    Chorus

    When you find that you must choose,
    do what's right and good.
    Think of Daniel and his friends and
    please the Lord your God.
    Chorus

    Day Is Done, But Love Unfailing

    James Quinn/Cassell (b 1919) plc

    Day is done, but Love unfailing
    dwells ever here;
    shadows fall, but hope, prevailing,
    calms every fear.
    Loving Father, none forsaking,
    take our hearts, of Love's own making,
    watch our sleeping, guard our waking,
    be always near!

    Dark descends, but Light unending
    shines through our night;
    you are with us, ever lending
    new strength to sight;
    one in love, your truth confessing,
    one in hope of heaven's blessing,
    may we see, in love's possessing,
    love's endless light!

    Eyes will close, but you, unsleeping,
    watch by our side;
    death may come: in Love's safe keeping
    still we abide.
    God of love, all evil quelling,
    sin forgiving, fear dispelling,
    stay with us, our hearts indwelling,
    this eventide!

    Dear Lord And Father Of Mankind

    John Greenleaf Whittier (1807 – 1892)

    Dear Lord and Father of mankind,
    forgive our foolish ways!
    Re-clothe us in our rightful mind,
    in purer lives thy service find,
    in deeper reverence praise,in deeper reverence praise.

    In simple trust like theirs who heard,
    beside the Syrian sea,
    the gracious calling of the Lord,
    let us, like them, without a word
    rise up and follow thee,rise up and follow thee.

    O Sabbath rest by Galilee!
    O calm of hills above,
    where Jesus knelt to share with thee
    the silence of eternity interpreted by love,
    interpreted by love!

    Drop thy still dews of quietness,
    till all our strivings cease;
    take from our souls the strain and stress,
    and let our ordered lives confess the beauty of thy peace,
    the beauty of thy peace.

    Breathe through the heats of our desire,
    thy coolness and thy balm;
    let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;
    speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,O still small voice of calm,
    O still small voice of calm!

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