Philippians 1:4

• [Phi 1:4] Christmas Brings Joy To Every Heart

  Christmas brings joy to every heart, Sets old and young rejoicing, What angels sang once to all on earth, Oh, hear the children voicing. Bright is the tree with lights aglow, Like birds that perch together, The child that holdeth Christmas dear Shall keep these joys forever. Joy comes to the all the world today, To halls and cottage hasting, Come, sparrow and dove, from roof tree tall, And share our Christmas feasting. Dance, little child, on mother’s knee, The lovely day is dawning, The road to paradise is found The blessèd Christmas morning. Once to this earth our Savior came, An infant poor and lowly, To open for us those gardens fair Where dwell His angels holy. Christmas joy He bringeth us, The Christ child King of heaven, “To every little child,” He saith, “Shall angel wings be given.”

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Philippians 3:7-8

• [Phi 3:8] Blessed Savior, Thee I Love

  Blessèd Savior, Thee I love, All my other joys above; All my hopes in Thee abide, Thou my Hope, and naught betide; Ever let my glory be, Only, only, only Thee. Once again beside the cross, All my gain I count but loss; Earthly pleasures fade away, Clouds they are that hide my day; Hence, vain shadows! let me see Jesus, crucified for me. Blessèd Savior, Thine am I, Thine to live, and Thine to die; Height or depth, or creature power, Ne’er shall hide my Savior more; Ever shall my glory be, Only, only, only Thee.

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• [Phi 3:8] Deeper And Deeper

  Into the heart of Jesus Deeper and deeper I go, Seeking to know the reason Why He should love me so, Why He should stoop to lift me Up from the miry clay, Saving my soul, making me whole, Though I had wandered away. Into the will of Jesus, Deeper and deeper I go, Praying for grace to follow, Seeking His way to know; Bowing in full surrender Low at His blessèd feet, Bidding Him take, break me and make, Till I am molded, complete. Into the cross of Jesus Deeper and deeper I go, Following through the garden, Facing the dreaded foe; Drinking the cup of sorrow, Sobbing with broken heart, “O Savior, help! Dear Savior, help! Grace for my weakness impart.” Into the joy of Jesus Deeper and deeper I go, Rising, with soul enraptured, Far from the world below. Joy in the place of sorrow, Peace in the midst of pain, Jesus will give, Jesus will give; He will uphold and sustain. Into the love of Jesus Deeper and deeper I go, Praising the One Who brought me Out of my sin and woe; And through eternal ages Gratefully I shall sing, “O how He loved! O how He loved! Jesus, my Lord and my King!”

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• [Phi 3:8] He Is So Precious To Me

  So precious is Jesus, my Savior, my King; His praise all the day long with rapture I sing. To Him in my weakness for strength I can cling, For He is so precious to me. Refrain For He is so precious, so precious to me; For He is so precious, so precious to me. ’Tis heaven below, my Redeemer to know, For He is so precious to me. He stood at my heart’s door ’mid sunshine and rain, And patiently waited an entrance to gain. What shame that so long He entreated in vain, For He is so precious to me. Refrain I stand on the mountain of blessing at last, No cloud in the heavens a shadow to cast, His smile is upon me; the valley is past, For He is so precious to me. Refrain I praise Him because He appointed a place Where some day, through faith in His wonderful grace, I know I shall see Him, shall look on His face, For He is so precious to me. Refrain

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• [Phi 3:8] Lord Jesus, When We Stand Afar

  Lord Jesu, when we stand afar And gaze upon Thy holy cross, In love of Thee, and scorn of self, O may we count the world as loss! When we behold Thy bleeding wounds, And the rough way that Thou hast trod, Make us to hate the load of sin That lay so heavy on our God. O holy Lord, uplifted high, With outstretched arms in mortal woe, Thou dost embrace in wondrous love The sinful world that lies below. Give us an ever living faith To gaze beyond the things we see; And in the mystery of Thy death Draw us and all men unto Thee.

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• [Phi 3:8] Many Thoughts Stir My Heart

  Many thoughts stir my heart as I ponder alone; Many places attract me with charms all their own; But the thought of all thoughts is of Christ crucified, The place of all places, the hill where He died. Refrain O the charm of the cross! How I love to be there! With the love that shines from it, what love can compare? The seal of my ransom in Calvary I see, All my sin, O my Savior, laid upon Thee! ’Tis the end of my sin and the source of all grace; ’Tis the word of God’s love to a prodigal race; ’Tis the greatest, the grandest gift God could impart, Surpassing my reason, but winning my heart. Refrain For the sake of the Christ and the love of His cross I have yielded my all and not reckoned it loss; There’s a place in my heart which the Savior must fill; No other can take it, and none ever will. Refrain

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• [Phi 3:8] O Jesus, We Adore Thee

  O Jesus, we adore Thee, Upon the cross, our King! We bow our hearts before Thee, Thy gracious Name we sing. That Name hath brought salvation, That Name in life our stay, Our peace, our consolation, When life shall fade away. Yet doth the world disdain Thee, Still passing by the cross; Lord, may our hearts retain Thee; All else we count but loss. Ah, Lord, our sins arraigned Thee, And nailed Thee to the tree; Our pride, our Lord, disdained Thee; Yet deign our Hope to be. O glorious King, we bless Thee, No longer pass Thee by; O Jesus, we confess Thee The Son enthroned on high. Lord, grant to us remission; Life through Thy death restore; Yea, grant us fruition Of life forevermore.

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• [Phi 3:8] We Sing The Praise Of Him Who Died

  We sing the praise of Him Who died, Of Him Who died upon the cross; The sinner’s hope let men deride, For this we count the world but loss. Inscribed upon the cross we see In shining letters, “God is Love”; He bears our sins upon the tree; He brings us mercy from above. The cross! it takes our guilt away; It holds the fainting spirit up; It cheers with hope the gloomy day, And sweetens every bitter cup. It makes the coward spirit brave, And nerves the feeble arm for fight; It takes the terror from the grave, And gilds the bed of death with light. The balm of life, the cure of woe, The measure and the pledge of love, The sinner’s refuge here below, The angels’ theme in Heav’n above. To Christ, who won for sinners grace By bitter grief and anguish sore, Be praise from all the ransomed race Forever and forevermore.

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