All The Way

All the way my Savior leads me-

What have I to ask beside?

Can I doubt His tender mercy,

Who thru life has been my guide?

Heavenly peace, divinest comfort,

Here by faith in Him to dwell!

For I know what-e’re befall me,

Jesus doeth all things well;

For I know what-e’re befall me,

Jesus doeth all things well.

All the way my Savior leads me-

Cheers each winding path I tread,

Gives me grace for every trial,

Feeds me with the living bread.

Tho my weary steps may falter

And my soul athirst may be,

Gushing from the Rock before me,

Lo! a spring of joy I see;

Gushing from the Rock before me,

Lo! a spring of joy I see.

All the way my Savior leads me-

O the fullness of His love!

Perfect rest to me is promised

In my Father’s house above.

When my spirit, clothed immortal,

Wings in flight to realms of day,

This my song thru endless ages:

Jesus led me all the way;

This my song thru endless ages:

Jesus led me all the way.

Hymn- “All the Way My Savior Leads Me” – by R.Lowry and Fanny Crosby

Trusting You Lord Jesus

“I am trusting You, Lord Jesus-

Trusting only You;

Trusting You for full salvation,

Great and true.

I am trusting You to guide me-

You alone will lead,

Every day and hour supplying

All my need.

I am trusting You for power-

Yours can never fail;

Words which You Yourself shall give me

Must prevail.

I am trusting You, Lord Jesus-

Never let me fall;

I am trusting You forever,

And for all.”

Hymn- “I Am Trusting Thee, Lord Jesus”

By E.W. Bullinger and F.R. Havergal

Wise Men, Gifts, and a Star

God rest ye merry gentlemen; Let nothing you dismay,

Remember Christ our Savior, was born upon this day!

To save us all from satan’s power, when we were gone astray.

Oh- O, tidings of comfort and joy.

Comfort and joy!

Oh- O, tidings of comfort and joy.

We three kings of Orient are. Bearing gifts, we traverse afar.

Field and fountain, moor, and mountain,

Following yonder Star!

Oh- O, Star of wonder, Star of night, Star with royal beauty bright!

Westward leading still proceeding, Guide us to thy Perfect Light.

Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain, Gold I bring to crown Him again,

King forever, ceasing never, Over us all to reign.

Frankincense to offer have I, Incense owns a Deity nigh

Prayer and praising, All men raising, Worship Him, God on High.

Myrrh is mine, it’s bitter perfume, Breathes a life of gathering gloom,

Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying

Sealed in the cold stone tomb.

Glorious now, behold  Him arise, King and God and Sacrifice.

Alleluia!!! Alleluia!!!

Peals thru the earth and skies.

Oh- O Star of wonder Star of night, Star with Royal beauty bright!

Westward leading, Still proceeding

Guide us to thy Perfect Light.

 

-William Hone/John Hopkins

From: “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen”, and “We Three Kings”

 

 

 

 

 

Bethlehem “House of Bread”

“But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, least among the clans of Judah- from you will come out to Me One to be ruler in Israel,

One whose going forth are from of old, from days of eternity.”

Micah 5:2

The prophet Micah announced the birthplace of the Messiah in Bethlehem,

which means “House of Bread”

Centuries before Christ was born in Bethlehem,

Naomi and her family left Bethlehem due to a famine.

Sadly, returning 10 years later, after the loss of her husband and two sons,

Naomi had gained a devoted and loving daughter in Ruth, the Moabitess.

Together they returned to Bethlehem.

They returned to the “House of Bread”, and from their story, “The Bread of Life”, came to us, a Wonderful Savior!

Nailed to the Cross

There was One who was willing to die in my stead,

That a soul so unworthy might live

And the path of the cross He was willing to tread,

All the sins of my life to forgive.

 

He is tender and loving and patient with me,

While He cleanses my heart of it’s dross

But, “there’s no condemnation,” I know I am free,

For my sins are all nailed to the cross.

 

I will cling to my Savior and never depart,

I will joyfully journey each day,

With a song on my lips and a song in my heart,

That my sins have been taken away.

Hymn “Nailed to the Cross” by Mrs. F.Beck and  G. C. Tullar