glory be to our father he has given us life

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Glory be to our Father

He has given us life

Let all things now living,

a song of thanksgivingto God their Creator triumphantly raise.

Let All Things Now Living

Who fashioned and made us,

protected and stayed us,Who guides us and leads

to the end of our days.

His banners are o’er us, His light goes before

us,A pillar of fire shining

forth in the night.

‘Til shadows have vanished

and darkness is banished,

As forward we travel,from light into light.

His law He enforces:the stars in their

courses,the sun in its orbit,

obediently shine;

The hills and the mountains,

the rivers and fountains,

The deeps of the ocean proclaim Him divine!

We too should be voicing

our love and rejoicing,With glad adoration a song let us raise,

‘Til all things now livingunite in thanksgiving

To God in the highest -Hosanna and Praise!

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My Heart Is Filled

My heart is filled with thankfulness to Him who bore my pain;

Who plumbed the depths of my disgrace and gave me life again;

Who crushed my curse of sinfulness and clothes me with His light

and wrote His law of righteousness with pow’r upon my heart.

My heart is filled with thankfulness to Him who walks beside

Who floods my weaknesses with strength and causes fears to fly.

Whose ev’ry promise is enough for ev’ry step I take.

Sustaining me with arms of love and crowning me with grace.

My heart is filled with thankfulness to Him who reigns above;

Whose wisdom is my perfect peace, whose ev’ry thought is love.

For ev’ry day I have on earth is given by the King.

So I will give my life, my all, to love and follow Him.***

In Christ Alone

In Christ alone my hope is found--He is my Light, my Strength,

my Song!

This Cornerstone, this solid ground--

Firm through the fiercest drought and storm!

What heights of love, what depths of peace--when fears are stilled, when strivings cease!

My Comforter, my All in all;Here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone, who took on flesh-Fullness of God in helpless Babe.

This Gift of love and righteousness--

Scorned by the ones He came to save;

‘Til on the cross as Jesus diedthe wrath of God was satisfied-

For every sin on Him was laid;Here in the death of Christ

I live!

There in the ground, His body lay-Light of the world by darkness slain.

Then bursting forth in glorious day

Up from the grave He rose again!

And as He stands in victorySin’s curse has lost

its grip on me--

For I am His and He is mineBought with the precious

blood of Christ!

No guilt in life, no fear in death--

this is the power of Christ in me!

From life’s first cry, to final breath,

Jesus commands my destiny;

No power of hell, no scheme of man,

Can ever pluck me from His hand--

‘Til He returns or calls me home; Here in the power of Christ

I’ll stand!***

“In this world of a million distractions, I want to live a life that is all about You!”The Me Me Me GenerationObsessed with my own wayDemanding my personal preferencesLovers of self rather that lovers of God

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Now godliness with contentment is great gain

1 Timothy 6:6

His kingdom, His power, His glory!

How long?Forever!!!!!!!So - PRAY

Thine be the glory, Risen, conqu’ring Son;Endless is the victory, Thou o’er death hast

won;

Angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away,Kept the folded grave

clothes where Thy body lay.

Thine is the glory, Risen conqu’ring Son,Endless is the vict’ry, Thou o’er death hast

won.

Lo! Jesus meets us, risen from the tomb;

Lovingly He greets us, scatters fear and gloom;

Let the church with gladness, hymns of

triumph sing;For her Lord now liveth, death hath lost its sting.

Thine is the glory, Risen conqu’ring Son,Endless is the vict’ry, Thou o’er death hast

won.

No more we doubt Thee, glorious Prince of life;Life is naught without

Thee; aid us in our strife;

Make us more than conqu’rors, through Thy

deathless love:Bring us safe through Jordan

to Thy home above.

Thine is the glory, Risen conqu’ring Son,Endless is the vict’ry,

Thou o’er death hast won.***

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