You shower me with the cleansing waters I’m clean You dry my tears there are always tears
You hold me as I shiver something always leaves me shivering alone afraid empty the world–its not my home the world–its sorrows well-known
But here with You I’m home I find rest shalom
You wrap me again in the chesed blanket, Your covenant love beneath its protection reminded I am loved I am safe I am seen I am part I am purchased My life hidden, holy My future sure Home
Light of the world, we hail Thee
flushing the eastern skies:
Never shall darkness veil Thee
again from human eyes;
Too long, alas, withholden,
now spread from shore to shore;
Thy light, so glad and golden,
shall set on earth no more.
Light of the world, Thy beauty
Steal into every heart,
And glorifies with duty
Life’s poorest, humblest part;
Thou robest in Thy splendor
The simplest ways of men,
And helpest them to render
Light back to Thee again.
Light of the world, before Thee
Our spirits prostrate fall;
We worship, we adore Thee,
Thou light, the life of all;
With Thee is no forgetting
Of all thine hand hath made;
Thy rising hath no setting,
They sunshine hath no shade.
Light of the world, illumine
This darkened land of Thine,
Till everything that’s human
Be filled with the divine;
Till every tongue and nation,
From sin’s dominion free,
Rise in the new creation
Which springs from love and Thee.
Beams of heaven, as I go, Through this wilderness below, Guide my feet in peaceful ways, Turn my midnights into days; When in the darkness I would grope, Faith always sees a star of hope, And soon from all life’s grief and danger, I shall be free some day.
Refrain: I do not know how long ’twill be, Nor what the future holds for me, But this I know, if Jesus leads me, I shall get home some day.
Oftentimes my sky is clear, Joy abounds without a tear, Though a day so bright begun, Cloud’s may hide tomorrow’s sun. There’ll be a day that’s always bright, A day that never yields to night, And in its light the streets of glory I shall behold some day. [Refrain]
Harder yet may be the fight, Right may often yield to might, Wickedness awhile may reign, Satan’s cause may seem to gain. There is a God that rules above, With hand of pow’r and heart of love; If I am right, He’ll fight my battle, I shall have peace some day. [Refrain]
Burdens now may crush me down, Disappointments all around, Troubles speak in mournful sigh, Sorrow through a tear-stained eye. There is a world where pleasure reigns, No mourning soul shall roam its plains, And to that land of peace and glory, I want to go some day. [Refrain]
with flowers bright and fair; and everyone who seeks may pluck a lovely cluster there. Your Word is like a deep, deep mine; and jewels rich and rare are hidden in its mighty depths for every searcher there.
2 Your Word is like a starry host; a thousand rays of light are seen to guide the traveler, and make his pathway bright. Your Word is like an armory, where soldiers may repair, and find, for life’s long battle day, all needful weapons there.
3 O may I love your precious Word, may I explore the mine, may I its fragrant flowers glean, may light upon me shine. O may I find my armor there, your Word my trusty sword; I’ll learn to fight with every foe the battle of the Lord.
Rooted and Grounded 