Hymn Text: At the End of the Day

Title: At the End of the Day

Meter: 6 6 6 6 D

1.

At the end of the hour,

At the close of the day,

I reflect on the pow’r

That has brought me this way.

I give thanks for the light

That has guided my feet.

And rejoice in the might,

That has made me complete.

2.

At the end of the old

At the start of the new,

I reflect on the fold,

And the love that we grew.

I give thanks for the hands,

That did not let me fall.

I rejoice in God’s plans,

As I follow His call.

3.

At the breaking of dawn,

At the end of the night,

I reflect and look on,

In the hope of new light.

I give thanks for the chance,

My old ways to remove.

I rejoice and advance,

With resolve to improve.

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Hymn Text: My Faith Will Not Be Moved

Title:  My Faith Will Not Be Moved

Meter: 8 6 8 6 8 8 8 6

1.

Though wicked ones now point and mock

My faith will not be moved.

Let wolves then prowl among the flock

My faith will not be moved.

The sure foundation where I stand

Cannot be moved by any hand.

Though wicked ones now point and mock

My faith will not be moved.

2.

Let winds and rains now grasp and howl

My faith will not be moved.

Let learned ones now frown and scowl

My faith will not be moved.

The sure foundation where I stand

Cannot be moved by any hand.

Let winds and rains now grasp and howl

My faith will not be moved.

3.

Let Hell itself send up its flames.

My faith will not be moved.

Let all the earth my name defame.

My faith will not be moved.

The sure foundation where I stand

Cannot be moved by any hand.

Let Hell itself send up its flames.

My faith will not be moved.

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Hymn Text: The Beauty of a Laden Tree

Title: The Beauty of a Laden Tree

Meter: 8 6 8 6 D

1.

The beauty of a single seed

Lies buried deep inside.

It still must sleep a while and feed

Before it can provide.

So we must never be content

To leave it as a seed

For ev’ry seed now sown is meant

To bear the fruit we need.

2.

The beauty of a sapling grown

Is plainer still to see.

The splendor of the leaves is shown

We hope what it will be.

For we must never be content

To leave a sapling bare.

For ev’ry tree that sprouts is sent

To share its sweetness there.

3.

The beauty of a laden tree

Excels that of its youth.

It is what it was meant to be,

Its soul revealed in truth.

At last, our hearts may be content

When fruit appears to eat,

To fill our souls as it was meant

With precious fruit so sweet.

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Hymn Text: Believe in God

Title:  Believe in God

Meter: 8 6 8 6 8 8

1.

We feel the pain of darkened days

And wonder at its worth

Our Heavenly Father sees His ways

To bring us second birth.

Believe in Him and that He knows

The worth of all that He bestows.

2.

We feel the weakness of our soul

And ask why it was sent.

Our Father knows and will console

If we will but repent.

Believe in Him and that He knows

The worth of all that He bestows.

3.

We feel the longing to return

And ask why we must leave.

Our Father sent us here to learn

To show that we believe.

Believe in Him and that He knows

The worth of all that He bestows.

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Hymn Text: Only the Manger Matters

Title:  Only the Manger Matters

Meter: 7 7 8 7 7 7

1.

Only the manger matters,

Only the work of the cross

Only His love in the garden,

Beauty divine for our dross.

Only the Savior matters.

Only His life and His love.

2.

Only the manger matters

Only His flight from the tomb

Only His throne in the heavens

Oil of joy for our gloom.

Only the Savior matters.

Only His life and His love.

3.

Only the manger matters

Only His kingdom and way,

Only His future returning

Clothing in His robes at that day.

Only the Savior matters.

Only His life and His love.

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Hymn Text: A Work in Progress

Week of December 23rd, 2018

Title:  A Work in Progress

Meter: 10 10 10 10

1.

The plant that never knows the pruner’s sheers,

Will never grow as tall as it could be.

The life that never knows the taste of tears,

Will never rise to its divinity.

2.

The stone that never knows the feel of fire.

Will never find the precious ore within.

The heart that never feels its plights is dire,

Will never break the hardening of sin.

3.

The house that never knows the builder’s hand

Will never be the mansion He can build.

The soul that will not trust what God has planned

Will find its final purpose unfulfilled.

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Hymn Text: Could This Be He?

Title: Could This Be He?
Meter: 10 10 10 10

1.
Could this be He?
I scarce believe for joy.
Could this be He,
Although He’s just a boy?

And could His hands
So tiny and so frail.
Be the same hands
That soon will bear the nail?

2.
Could this be He
For whom the star now shines?
Could this be He,
Both mortal and divine?

And will His hands
Bring sight unto the blind,
And raise to life
The ones whom death will bind?

3
Could this be He
Of whom the prophets speak?
Could this be He,
Though He is small and meek?

And could His hands
Have shaped the earth and sky?
If this is He,
Then I must testify.

4.
Yes, this is He!
I feel my spirit glow.
Yes, this is He!
I doubt no more, I know.

His tiny hand
Now reaches out to me.
I reach for Him,
And now I am set free.

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