The Lord Is My Light

The Lord is my light and my joy every day,
He leads me in righteous paths all of the way;
I follow Him trusting, and hold to his hand,
I hope He will take me to heaven's fair land.

He leadeth by waters so quite and still,
My soul with His goodness each day He doth fill;
My cup runneth over with blessings divine,
His love is my story, His goodness is mine.

I walk in this light as I travel along,
He fills me each moment with jubilant song;
I talk with Him often, and sweet is His voice,
In this blessed Savior my soul shall rejoice.

The lord is the light of my soul, I live in His blessed control,
His love keeps me singing as onward I go,
The joy of salvation is mine; I praise Him with heart and with voice,
Because in His love I rejoice,
O he is the one blessed light of my soul, This wonderful Savior Divine.

Old School Hymnal #404

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Holy Spirit, Faithful Guide

Holy Spirit, faithful Guide, Ever near the Christian's side,
Gently lead us by the hand, Pilgrims in a desert land;
Weary souls forever rejoice, While they hear that sweetest voice.
Whispering softly, "wander, come, Follow me, I'll guide thee home."

Ever present, truest Friend, Ever near, Thine aid to lend,
Leave us not to doubt and fear, Groping on in darkness drear;
When the storms are raging sore, Hearts grow faint and hopes give o'er.
Whispering softly, "wander, come, Follow me, I'll guide thee home."

When our days of toil shall cease, Waiting still for sweet release,
Nothing left but heav'n and prayer, Wondering if our names are there;
Wading deep the dismal flood, Pleading naught but Jesus' blood;
Whispering softly, "wander, come, Follow me, I'll guide thee home."

Old School Hymnal # 261

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Awake And Sing The Song

Awake and sing the song, Of Moses and the Lamb;
Wake every heart and tongue, To praise the Savior's name.

Sing of His dying love, Sing of His risen power;
Sing how He intercedes above, For those whose sins He bore.

Sing 'till we feel our hearts, Ascending with our tongues;
Sing till the love of sin departs, And grace inspires our hearts.

Soon we shall hear Him say, Ye blessed children come;
Soon will He call hence, away, And take His wand'rers home.

Old School Hymnal #12

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The Twenty-Third Psalm

The Lord my precious shepherd is; I am his little sheep,
He leads me to His pastures green, Beside still waters deep:
In righteous paths He leadeth me, Lest I should go astray;
Restores my soul, and makes me glad; I praise Him day by day.

Tho thru the shades of death I walk, The valley dark and drear,
His rod and staff, they comfort me, For He is always near;
My head with oil He does anoint; My cup runs o'er with joy;
The feast my Lord prepares for me, My foes can not destroy.

Goodness and mercy follow me, Their joys I can not tell,
They comfort me, and give me hope, That in His house I'll dwell;
I want to praise Him while I live; Because He loved me so;
And rising to that glory world, A perfect praise I'll know.

Old School Hymnal #187

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A Morning Hymn

To the let my first offerings rise, Whose sun creates the day;
Swift as his gladdening influence flies, And spotless as his ray.

This day thy favoring hand be nigh, So oft vouchsafed before;
Still my it lead, protect, supply, And I that hand adore.

If bliss thy providence impart, For which resigned I pray,
Give me to feel the grateful heart, And without guilt be gay.

Affliction should thy love intend As vice or folly's cure,
Patient to gain that gracious end, May I the means endure.

Be this and every future day Still wiser than the past;
And when I all my life survey, May grace sustain at last.

Primitive Hymns #432

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MorningPrayer

Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high;
To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye.

Up to the hills where Christ is gone, To plead for all his saints,
Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints.

O may thy Spirit guide my feet In ways of righteousness;
Make every path of duty straight, And plain before my face.

Primitive Hymns #433

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The Blessed Service Of Love

Blessed are the saints who render Faithful services of love;
To the Lord's dear little children, As they seek those things above.

Blessed are they who go preaching, Without price, but trusting God,
Teaching as did the Apostles, Walking in the paths they trod.

Blessed are they who give freely To the pastors that God sends;
For He teaches that His servants Shall be fed from fields they tend.

They are favored who give freely Of their substance, and their time;
For God loves a cheerful giver, And their joy shall be sublime.

Children then should serve each other, Never asking if it pays;
Cast thy bread upon the waters, 'Twill return in many ways.

Cast your bread upon the waters, Never asking if it pays;
God has promised to return it To you after many days.

Old School Hymnal #148

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Lord, How Delightful

Lord, how delightful 'tis to see A whole assembly worship Thee
At once they sing, at once they pray, They hear of heav'n and learn the way.

I have been there and still would go; 'Tis like a little heav'n below
Not all that hell or sin can say Shalt tempt me to forget this day.

O write upon my mem'ry, Lord, The text and doctrine of Thy word,
That I break Thy laws no more, But love Thee better than before.

With tho'ts of Christ and things divine, Fill up this foolish heart of mine.
That hoping pardon thru His blood, I may lie down and wake with God.

Old School Hymnal, #238

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Meditations

God has been my refuge daily, God has been my hiding place,
He will ever lead me onward, He will take me home at last.

He knows all my joys and sorrows, He knows all my trials and cares,
He knows all my sins and errors, Yet for me He daily cares.

He has taught my heart to love Him, While He found me deep in sin,
Yet He love me long before then, E'en before the world began.

All my days I want to serve Him, He has been so good to me,
Ev'ry day shall be to serve Him, Long as breath remains in me.

Old School Hymnal #198

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Jesus Help Me To Be Strong

Jesus help me to be strong, To be good and do no wrong,
Stay within my heart today, While I work and play.

When I'm tempted to do wrong, Help me sing my little song,
Fill my heart with all things good, Help me do the things I should.

When I close my eye to sleep, Help me in my heart to keep,
Thoughts of Thee and things divine, Let me feel that I am Thine.

In the morning when I wake, Lead me, Lord, for Thy dear sake;
Let my life a blessing be, All the praise I'll give to Thee.

Primitive Baptist Hymnal #366

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An Evening Prayer

If I have wounded any soul today,
If I have caused one foot to go astray,
If I have walked in my own willful way,
Dear Lord, forgive!

If I have uttered idle words or vain,
If I have turned aside from want or pain,
Lest I myself shall suffer thru the strain,
Dear Lord, forgive!

Forgive the sins I have confessed to Thee;
Forgive the secret sins I do not see;
O guide me, love me, and my Keeper be,
In Jesus' name.

Old School Hymnal #542

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Devotion

When overwhelmed with doubts and fear,
Great god, do Thou my spirit cheer;
Let not mine eyes with tears be fed,
But to the Rock of Ages led.

When storms of sin and sorrow beat,
Lead me to this divine retreat;
Thy perfect righteousness and blood,
My rock, my Fortress and my God.

When guilt lies heavy on my soul,
And waves of fierce temptation roll;
I'll to the Rock of shelter flee,
And take my refuge, Lord in Thee.

When called the vale of Death to tread,
The to the rock may I be led;
Nor fear to cross that gloomy sea,
Since Thou hast tasted death for me.

Old School Hymnal #328

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Time! What An Empty Vapor 'Tis!

Time! what an empty vapor 'tis! And days how swift they are!
Swift as and Indian arrow flies, Or like a shooting star.

The present moments just appear, Then slide away in haste,
That we can never say, They're here, but only say, They're past.

Our life is ever on the wing, And death is ever nigh;
The moment when our lives begin, We all begin to die.

Yet mighty God, Our fleeting days Thy lasting favors share;
Yet with ten bounties of thy grace Thou loads the rolling year.

By: Abraham Lincoln

Old School Hymnal #96

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Prince of Peace, Control My Will

Prince of Peace, control my will; bid this struggl'ng heart be still;
Bid my fears and doubtings cease, Hush my spirit into peace.

Thou hast bo't me with Thy blood, Opened wide the gate to God;
Peace I ask, but peace must be Lord, in being one with Thee.

May Thy will, not mine, be done, May Thy will and mine be one;
Chase these doubtings from my heart Now Thy perfect peace impart.

Savior, at Thy feet I fall, Thou my life, my God, my all;
Let Thy happy servant be One for-ever-more with Thee! Amen

Old School Hymnal #105

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Oh! For A Breeze Of Heavenly Love

Oh, for a breeze of heav'nly love To waft my soul away
To that celestial world above Where pleasures ne'er decay,
Eternal Spirit deign to be My Pilot here below
To steer thru life's tempestuous sea, Where stormy winds do blow.

I need the influence of Thy grace to speed me on my way,
Lest I should loiter in my race, Or turn my feet astray,
Are not Thy mercies sovereign still, And Thou a faithful God,
Wilt Thou not grant me warmer zeal To run the heav'nly road.

From rocks of pride on either hand, From quick sands of despair,
Oh, guide me safe on Canaan's land, Thru ev'ry latent snare,
Anchor me in the port above, On that celestial shore
Where dashing billows never move, Where tempest never roar.

Old School Hymnal # 213

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Salvation, O Melodious Sound

Salvation! O melodious sound, To wretched dying men!
Salvation that from God proceeds, And leads to God again.

Rescued from hell's eternal gloom, From fiends, and fires and chains,
Raised to a paradise of bliss, Where love triumphant reigns.

But may a poor bewildered soul, Sinful and weak as mine,
Presume to raise a trembling eye, To blessings so divine?

The luster of so bright a bliss My feeble heart o'er-bears,
And unbelief almost perverts The promise in to tears.

Old School Hymnal #295

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Father, Whate'er Of Earthly Bliss

Father, whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sov'reign will denies;
Accepted at Thy throne of grace Let this petition rise.

Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From ev'ery murmur free;
Thy blessings of Thy grace impart, And make me live to Thee.

Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine, My life and death attend;
Thy presence thru my journey shine, And crown my journey's end.

Old School Hymnal #493

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I'm Not Ashamed to Own My Lord

I'm not ashamed to own my Lord, Nor to defend His cause,
Maintain the honors of His word, The glory of His cross.

Jesus my Lord, I know His name, His name is all my trust;
Nor will He put my soul to shame, Nor let my hope be lost.

Firm as His throne His promise stands, and He can well secure
What I've committed to His hands, Till the decisive hour.

Then will He own my worthless name Before His Father's face,
And in the new Jerusalem Appoint for me a place.

Old School Hymnal #55

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In Thy Great Name

In Thy great name, O Lord we come, to worship at Thy feet;
Oh, pour Thy Holy Spirit down On all that now shall meet.

We come to hear Jehovah speak, To hear the Savior's voice;
Thy face and favor, Lord we seek; Now make our hearts rejoice.

Teach us to pray, and praise, and hear, And understand Thy word;
To feel Thy blissful presence near, And trust our living Lord.

Let sinners now, Thy goodness prove, And rejoice in Thee;
Let rebels be subdued by love, And to the Savior flee.

Old School Hymnal #31

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Friendship

From low pursuits exalt my mind,
From every vice of every kind
Nor let my conduct ever tend
To wound the feelings of a friend.

Through golden flowers my path should trace
And joys salute me as I pass,
Yet may my gen'rous bosom know,
And learn to feel another's woe.

Primitive Hymns (Lloyd Hymns) #500

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My Father Knows

I know my heav'nly Father knows The storms that would my way oppose;
But He can drive the clouds away, And turn my darkness into day.

I know my heav'nly Father knows The balm I need to soothe my woes,
And with His touch of love divine, He heals this wounded soul of mine.

I know my heav'nly Father knows How frail I am to meet my foes,
But He my cause will e'er defend, Uphold and keep me to the end.

I know my heav'nly Father knows The hour my journey here will close,
And may that hour, O Faithful Guide, Find me safe sheltered by thy side.

He knows, He knows The storms that would my way oppose;
He knows, He knows, And tempers ev'ry wind that blows.

Old School Hymnal #447

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Psalm 121

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills
From whence cometh my help.

My help, it cometh from the Lord,
Which made heaven and earth.

He will not suffer thy foot to be moved;
He that keepeth thee will not slumber.

Behold, he that keepeth Israel
shall neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord is thy keeper, The Lord is thy shade
Upon thy right hand.

The sun shall not smite thee in the day,
Nor the moon even by night.

The Lord will preserve thee from all evil;
He shall preserve thy soul,

The Lord shall preserve thy going out and coming in
from this time forth. Even for ever more!

Our Little Hymnal #7

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God Leads Us Along

In shady green pastures so rich and so sweet,
God leads His dear children along,

Where the water's cool flow bathes the weary one's feet,

Sometimes on the mount where the sunshines so bright,
God leads His dear along,

Sometimes in the valley in darkest of night,

Tho sorrows befall us and Satan oppose,
God leads His dear children along,

Thru grace we can conquer, defeat all our foes,

Away from the mire, and away from the clay,
God leads His dear children along,

Away up in glory, eternity's day.

God leads His dear children along.
Some thru the waters, some thru the blood,

Some thru the fire, but all thru the blood, Some thru great sorrow,
but God gives a song In the night season and all the day long.

Old School Hymnal #475

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One There Is Above All Others

One there is above all others,
Well deserves the name of Friend;

His love beyond a brother's Costly,
free, and knows no end!

Which of all our friends, to save us, Could,
or would, have shed his blood;

But our Jesus died to have us
Reconciled, in Him, to God.

When He lived on earth abased,
Friend of sinners was His name;

Now, above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the same.

O for grace our hearts to soften!
Teach us, Lord, at length to love,

We, alas, forget too often
what a Friend we have above.

Old School Hymnal #521

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Does Jesus Care?

Does Jesus care when my heart is pained
Too deeply for mirth or song,

As the burdens press, And the cares distress,
And the way grows weary and long?

Oh yes, He cares, I know He cares,
His heart is touched with my grief;

When the days are weary, The long night dreary,
I know my Savior cares.

Does Jesus care when my way is dark
with a nameless dread and fear?

As the daylight fades Into deep night shades,
Does He care enough to be near?

Oh yes, He cares, I know He cares,
His heart is touched with my grief;

When the days are weary, The long night dreary,
I know my Savior cares.

Does Jesus care when I've tried and failed
To resist some temptation strong;

When for my deep grief There is no relief,
Tho my tears flow all the night long?

Oh yes, He cares, I know He cares,
His heart is touched with my grief;

When the days are weary, The long night dreary,
I know my Savior cares.

Does Jesus care when I've said "goodbye"
To the dearest on earth to me,

And my sad heart aches Till it nearly breaks,
Is it aught to Him? Does he care?

Oh yes, He cares, I know He cares,
His heart is touched with my grief;

When the days are weary, The long night dreary,
I know my Savior cares.

Old School Hymnal #373

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