A voice I love

A voice I hear, a voice I know,
It speaks the words I love,
"Praise him from whom all blessings flow"
Let's praise the One above.

The loneliest day

The loneliest day of my life

Was marked not by sadness
But was a day I spent alone
With you and no-one else.

I cried to the Lord

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I cried to the Lord from the deep
O Lord, hear my voice as I weep.
My Lord, listen closely to me
I cry to you, Lord, set me free.

If the Lord kept a record of sin
Then who could stand up before him?
Through Christ there is forgiveness,
Therefore holy fear shall be his.

I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,
My hope is in all his Word states.
My heart keeps waiting for the Lord
Like a watchman who waits for the dawn.

Hope now in the Lord, be humble,
The God of love will not stumble.
Through him the full price has been paid,
On Christ all our sins have been laid.

(Based on Psalm 130)

2 Thessalonians 3:13

Lord, may the message quickly spread

And may it too be praised.

Spare us the evil that we dread.

For many have no faith.

But you, O Lord, you will stay true

To strengthen our weak arm.

It is for this that we him sue,

"Lord keep us from all harm."

Deuteronomy 32:3, 4

I will proclaim his Name - the LORD,
May he forever be adored!
His works are right, his ways are just,
He is the Rock on whom I trust.
My faithful God will do no wrong
(This is the message of my song)
How righteous is my God, how strong.

Hymn Jeremiah 16:19-21

O Lord my strength, my hiding place,
My refuge in distress,
To you the nations all will trace,
Each people tribe and tongue.

Our fathers' gods were false they say
By idols led astray
And we too make our gods of clay
Mere idols still, not gods.

For God on high shines forth to teach
His pow'r and might will reach
To every place his heralds preach
To show his name - the LORD.

Hymn The war within

What is this law at work I see?
What makes me live this way?
The Holy Spirit lives in me
But sin's a foe to slay.

It is not that I refuse to fight
Nor that I can't do right,
It's just that somehow all God's lght
Gets swallowed up in night.

The wrong I wish I did not do
Still stares me in the face.
The right I know that I should do
Is slow to take its place.

O who shall rescue me in life?
O where shall I find grace?
Thank God, my Lord, who ends the strife,
For Jesus took my place.

So, I myself am, in my mind
To God's own will a slave
But in my flesh this too I find
The way of sin, I crave.

Lament for the 82 bus

O bus! Red bus sublime!
Up whose steep steps I'd climb,
Looking for a seat (having stood before);
When again will you arrive on time?
No more - No, never more!

Not in the day or night,
Our bus has taken flight;
In spring and summer, and winter hoar,
The 82 that used to come – delight!
No more - No, never more!

(From April 1 the 82 bus has stopped running).