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1 To God be the glory, great things he has done! So loved he the world that he gave us his Son, who yielded his life an atonement for sin, and opened the life-gate that all may go in. Refrain: Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord, Let the earth hear his voice! Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! Let the people rejoice! O come to the Father through Jesus the Son and give him the glory, great things he has done! 2 Great things he has taught us, great things he has done, and great our rejoicing through Jesus the Son, but purer and higher and greater will be our joy and our wonder, when Jesus we see. [Refrain]

Simply trusting every day, Trusting through a stormy way; Even when my faith is small, Trusting Jesus, that is all. Refrain: Trusting as the moments fly, Trusting as the days go by; Trusting Him whate’er befall, Trusting Jesus, that is all. Brightly doth His Spirit shine Into this poor heart of mine; While He leads I cannot fall; Trusting Jesus, that is all. Singing if my way is clear, Praying if the path be drear; If in danger for Him call; Trusting Jesus, that is all. Trusting Him while life shall last, Trusting Him till earth be past; Till within the jasper wall, Trusting Jesus, that is all.

1. Hear ye the Master’s call, “Give Me thy best!” For, be it great or small, that is His test. Do then the best you can, not for reward, Not for the praise of men, but for the Lord. Refrain: Every work for Jesus will be blest, But He asks from everyone his best. Our talents may be few, these may be small, But unto Him is due our best, our all. 2. Wait not for men to laud, heed not their slight; Winning the smile of God brings its delight! Aiding the good and true ne’er goes unblest, All that we think or do, be it the best. 3. Night soon comes on apace, day hastens by; Workman and work must face testing on high. Oh, may we in that day find rest, sweet rest, Which God has promised those who do their best.

More about Jesus would I know, More of His grace to others show; More of His saving fullness see, More of His love who died for me. Refrain: More, more about Jesus, More, more about Jesus; More of His saving fullness see, More of His love who died for me. More about Jesus let me learn, More of His holy will discern; Spirit of God, my teacher be, Showing the things of Christ to me. More about Jesus, in His Word, Holding communion with my Lord; Hearing His voice in every line, Making each faithful saying mine. More about Jesus on His throne, Riches in glory all His own; More of His kingdom’s sure increase; More of His coming, Prince of Peace.

Dying with Jesus, by death reckoned mine; Living with Jesus, a new life divine; Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine, Moment by moment, O Lord, I am Thine. Refrain: Moment by moment I’m kept in His love; Moment by moment I’ve life from above; Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine; Moment by moment, O Lord, I am Thine. Never a trial that He is not there, Never a burden that He doth not bear, Never a sorrow that He doth not share, Moment by moment, I’m under His care. Never a heartache, and never a groan, Never a teardrop, 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 Savior abides with me still.

In the harvest field now ripened There’s a work for all to do; Hark! the Master’s voice is calling, To the harvest calling you. Refrain: Little is much when God is in it! Labor not for wealth or fame; There’s a crown, and you can win it, If you go in Jesus’ name. In the mad rush of the broad way, In the hurry and the strife, Tell of Jesus’ love and mercy, Give to them the Word of Life. Does the place you’re called to labor Seem so small and little known? It is great if God is in it, And He’ll not forsake His own. Are you laid aside from service, Body worn from toil and care? You can still be in the battle, In the sacred place of prayer. When the conflict here is ended And our race on earth is run, He will say, if we are faithful, “Welcome home, My child—well done!”

I stand amazed in the presence Of Jesus the Nazarene, And wonder how He could love me, A sinner, condemned, unclean. Refrain: How marvelous! How wonderful! And my song shall ever be: How marvelous! How wonderful! Is my Savior’s love for me! For me it was in the garden He prayed: “Not My will, but Thine.” He had no tears for His own griefs, But sweat drops of blood for mine. In pity angels beheld Him, And came from the world of light To comfort Him in the sorrows He bore for my soul that night. He took my sins and my sorrows, He made them His very own; He bore the burden to Calv’ry, And suffered and died alone. When with the ransomed in glory His face I at last shall see, ’Twill be my joy through the ages To sing of His love for me.

I sing the mighty pow’r of God, that made the mountains rise, That spread the flowing seas abroad, and built the lofty skies. I sing the wisdom that ordained the sun to rule the day; The moon shines full at His command, and all the stars obey. I sing the goodness of the Lord, who filled the earth with food, Who formed the creatures through the Word, and then pronounced them good. Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed, where’er I turn my eye, If I survey the ground I tread, or gaze upon the sky. There’s not a plant or flow’r below, but makes Thy glories known, And clouds arise, and tempests blow, by order from Thy throne; While all that borrows life from Thee is ever in Thy care; And everywhere that we can be, Thou, God, art present there.

Jesus! What a Friend for sinners! Jesus! Lover of my soul; Friends may fail me, foes assail me, He, my Savior, makes me whole. Hallelujah! What a Savior! Hallelujah! What a Friend! Saving, helping, keeping, loving, He is with me to the end. Jesus! What a Strength in weakness! Let me hid myself in Him; Tempted, tried, and sometimes failing, He, my Strength, my victory wins. Jesus! I do now receive Him! More than all in Him I find, He hath granted me, forgiveness, I am His, and He is mine. Jesus! What a Help in sorrow! While the billows o'er me roll; Even when my heart is breaking, He, my Comfort, helps my soul. Jesus! What a Guide and Keeper! While the tempest still is high; Storms about me, night o'er takes me, He, my Pilot, hears my cry.

My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus’ name. Refrain: On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand. When darkness veils His lovely face, I rest on His unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the veil. His oath, His covenant, His blood Support me in the whelming flood; When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay. When He shall come with trumpet sound, Oh, may I then in Him be found; Dressed in His righteousness alone, Faultless to stand before the throne.

We praise Thee, O God! For the Son of Thy love, For Jesus Who died, And is now gone above. Refrain: Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again. We praise Thee, O God! For Thy Spirit of light, Who hath shown us our Savior, And scattered our night. All glory and praise To the Lamb that was slain, Who hath borne all our sins, And hath cleansed every stain. All glory and praise To the God of all grace, Who hast brought us, and sought us, And guided our ways. Revive us again; Fill each heart with Thy love; May each soul be rekindled With fire from above.

1 “WHOSOEVER heareth!” shout, shout the sound! Send the tidings all the world around! Spread the joyful news wherever man is found: “Whosoever will may come.” Refrain: Whosoever will! “whosoever will!” Send the proclamation over vale and hill: ’Tis the loving Father calls the wanderer home; “Whosoever will may come.” 2 Whosoever cometh need not delay; Now the door is open, enter while you may; Jesus is the true and only Living Way, “Whosoever will may come.” 3 “Whosoever will!” the promise is secure; “Whosoever will,” for ever shall endure; “Whosoever will”—’tis life for evermore; “Whosoever will may come.”

1 I am happy in the service of the King, I am happy, O so happy; I have peace and joy that nothing else can bring, In the service of the King. Refrain: In the service of the King Ev'ry talent I will bring; I have peace and joy and blessing In the service of the King. 2 I am happy in the service of the King, I am happy, O so happy; Through the sunshine and the shadow I can sing, In the service of the King. [Refrain] 3 I am happy in the service of the King, I am happy, O so happy; To His guiding hand forever I will cling, In the service of the King. [Refrain] 4 I am happy in the service of the King, I am happy, O so happy; All that I possess to Him I gladly bring, In the service of the King. [Refrain]

Little By Little by: Ron Hamilton 1st verse When mountains tower rugged and high, Rise to the challenge, look to the sky. Trust in the Lord and start out to climb, Reach for the goal one step at a time. Chorus: Little by little, inch by inch; By the yard it's hard, By the inch, what a sinch; Never stare up the stairs, Just step up the steps; Little by little, inch by inch. 2nd verse Growing in Christ takes work every day, Reading your Bible, learning to pray. Build Godly habits, seek help divine. Great things are done one step at a time.

Encamped along the hills of light, Ye Christian soldiers, rise, And press the battle ere the night Shall veil the glowing skies. Against the foe in vales below Let all our strength be hurled; Faith is the victory, we know, That overcomes the world. Refrain: Faith is the victory! Faith is the victory! Oh, glorious victory, That overcomes the world. His banner over us is love, Our sword the Word of God; We tread the road the saints above With shouts of triumph trod. By faith, they like a whirlwind’s breath, Swept on o’er every field; The faith by which they conquered death Is still our shining shield. On every hand the foe we find Drawn up in dread array; Let tents of ease be left behind, And onward to the fray. Salvation’s helmet on each head, With truth all girt about, The earth shall tremble ’neath our tread, And echo with our shout. To him that overcomes the foe, White raiment shall be giv’n; Before the angels he shall know His name confessed in heav’n. Then onward from the hills of light, Our hearts with love aflame, We’ll vanquish all the hosts of night, In Jesus’ conqu’ring name.

1 I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice, And it told Thy love to me; But I long to rise in the arms of faith, And be closer drawn to Thee. Refrain: Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, To the cross where Thou hast died; Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, To Thy precious, bleeding side. 2 Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord, By the pow’r of grace divine; Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope, And my will be lost in Thine. [Refrain] 3 Oh, the pure delight of a single hour That before Thy throne I spend, When I kneel in prayer, and with Thee, my God, I commune as friend with friend! [Refrain] 4 There are depths of love that I cannot know Till I cross the narrow sea; There are heights of joy that I may not reach Till I rest in peace with Thee. [Refrain]

Verse 1 God has not given us the spirit of fear But has given us the strength to obey With power and sound mind With love the unfailing kind O be not ashamed of His way Chorus May the Lord find us faithful May His Word be our banner held high May the Lord find us faithful Ev'ry day though we live though we die Verse 2 No man that seeketh After things of this life Is a soldier who passes the test Be faithful be working Be running be serving Be searching His word for His best Verse 3 Living or dying may honor be Thine From this wretched life You loved and forgave A life that is on fire Be only our hearts desire Be faithful from now to the grave

1 Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart; be all else but naught to me, save that Thou art; be Thou my best thought in the day and the night, both waking and sleeping, Thy presence my light. 2 Be Thou my Wisdom, be Thou my true Word; be Thou ever with me and I with Thee, Lord; be Thou my great Father, and I Thy true son, be Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one. 3 Be Thou my Breastplate, my Sword for the fight; be Thou my whole Armor, be Thou my true Might; be Thou my soul’s Shelter, be Thou my strong Tow’r, O raise Thou me heav’nward, great Pow’r of my pow’r. 4 Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise, be Thou mine inheritance, now and always; be Thou and Thou only the first in my heart, O High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art. 5 High King of heaven, Thou heaven's bright Sun, O grant me its joys, after vict'ry is won; Great Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, still be Thou my Vision, O Ruler of all.

A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord, A wonderful Savior to me; He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock, Where rivers of pleasure I see. Refrain: He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock That shadows a dry, thirsty land; He hideth my life in the depths of His love, And covers me there with His hand, And covers me there with His hand. A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord, He taketh my burden away; He holdeth me up and I shall not be moved, He giveth me strength as my day. With numberless blessings each moment He crowns, And, filled with His fulness divine, I sing in my rapture, oh, glory to God, For such a Redeemer as mine! When clothed in His brightness, transported I rise To meet Him in clouds of the sky, His perfect salvation, His wonderful love, I’ll shout with the millions on high.

And can it be that I should gain An int’rest in the Savior’s blood? Died He for me, who caused His pain— For me, who Him to death pursued? Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me? Refrain: Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me? ’Tis myst’ry all: th’ Immortal dies: Who can explore His strange design? In vain the firstborn seraph tries To sound the depths of love divine. ’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore, Let angel minds inquire no more. He left His Father’s throne above— So free, so infinite His grace— Emptied Himself of all but love, And bled for Adam’s helpless race: ’Tis mercy all, immense and free, For, O my God, it found out me! Long my imprisoned spirit lay, Fast bound in sin and nature’s night; Thine eye diffused a quick’ning ray— I woke, the dungeon flamed with light; My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee. No condemnation now I dread; Jesus, and all in Him, is mine; Alive in Him, my living Head, And clothed in righteousness divine, Bold I approach th’ eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

Australians all let us rejoice, For we are one and free, We've golden soil and wealth for toil, Our home is girt by sea, Our land abounds in nature's gifts, Of beauty rich and rare, In history's page, let every stage, Advance Australia Fair! In joyful strains then let us sing, "Advance Australia Fair!" Beneath our radiant Southern Cross, We'll toil with hearts and hands; To make this Commonwealth of ours, Renowned of all the lands; For those who've come across the seas, We've boundless plains to share; With courage let us all combine, To advance Australia fair. In joyful strains then let us sing, "Advance Australia Fair!" With Christ our head and cornerstone, We'll build our nation's might, Whose way of truth and light alone, Can guide our path aright, Our lives a sacrifice of love, Reflect our Master's care, With faces turned to Heaven above, Advance Australia Fair, In joyful strains then let us sing, Advance Australia Fair!

I know not why God’s wondrous grace To me He hath made known, Nor why, unworthy, Christ in love Redeemed me for His own. Refrain: But “I know Whom I have believed, And am persuaded that He is able To keep that which I’ve committed Unto Him against that day.” I know not how this saving faith To me He did impart, Nor how believing in His Word Wrought peace within my heart. I know not how the Spirit moves, Convincing men of sin, Revealing Jesus through the Word, Creating faith in Him. I know not what of good or ill May be reserved for me, Of weary ways or golden days, Before His face I see. I know not when my Lord may come, At night or noonday fair, Nor if I walk the vale with Him, Or meet Him in the air.

Would you live for Jesus, and be always pure and good? Would you walk with Him within the narrow road? Would you have Him bear your burden, carry all your load? Let Him have His way with thee. Refrain: His pow’r can make you what you ought to be; His blood can cleanse your heart and make you free; His love can fill your soul, and you will see ’Twas best for Him to have His way with thee. Would you have Him make you free, and follow at His call? Would you know the peace that comes by giving all? Would you have Him save you, so that you need never fall? Let Him have His way with thee. Would you in His kingdom find a place of constant rest? Would you prove Him true in providential test? Would you in His service labor always at your best? Let Him have His way with thee.

I’m pressing on the upward way, New heights I’m gaining every day; Still praying as I’m onward bound, “Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.” Refrain: Lord, lift me up and let me stand, By faith, on Heaven’s tableland, A higher plane than I have found; Lord, plant my feet on higher ground. My heart has no desire to stay Where doubts arise and fears dismay; Though some may dwell where those abound, My prayer, my aim, is higher ground. I want to live above the world, Though Satan’s darts at me are hurled; For faith has caught the joyful sound, The song of saints on higher ground. I want to scale the utmost height And catch a gleam of glory bright; But still I’ll pray till heav’n I’ve found, “Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.”

He was just a little boy, he had just a little food. He was just another nameless face among the multitude. There were thousands in the crowd that day and he was just a youth. How could anyone have guessed how he'd be used? A heart of faith, a little lunch, a willing eager lad. It wasn't much, it wasn't big, but it was all he had. Jesus took his simple offering, He knew it was his best. Then he blessed the food, fed the multitude, And gathered what was left. Help me give you anything, everything, Holding nothing back from You. Help me go anywhere, everywhere, You have work for me to do. Please take my one small life, my little sacrifice, For in Your hands I can be multiplied. With all my self aside, Lord here am I. She was just a struggling widow, Facing famine, fighting death. She had just a little oil and flour, After that no more was left. But she offered up her only chance, To a stranger at her door. In her hour of need, God blessed her deed. And made her little so much more. Like the widow, like the little boy, Lord I give to you my all. Although others will bring greater gifts, There's no offering that's too small. There's no life that's insignificant, When it's yielded to God's plan. For the Master can do anything, When it's placed into His hands.