Greetings to those who love my Lord Jesus Christ and are His!

It has come to  our attention that many of the old Hymns are being lost in our society, Hymns that are with deep meaning which God told us to sing. ( Speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord. )

We have decided to record some of those old Hymns and share them with you. These are not professionally done, but we are not trying to impress anyone, we just want those that are longing for the true Hymns to learn them. Feel free to copy and use them if you would like to.

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Lead Kindly Light

By John H. Newman    and    John B. Dykes

Lead, kindly Light, a-mid th’ en-cir-cling gloom, Lead thou me on!

The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead thou me on!

Keep thou me feet ! I do not ask to see. .

The distant scene; one step enough for me.

I was not ev-er thus, nor prayed that thou  shouldst lead me on;

I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead thou me on!

I loved  the garish day, and, spite of fears, . .

Pride ruled my will: remember not past years!

So long thy pow’r hath best me, sure it still Will lead me on,

O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till  The night is gone;

And with the morn those angel faces smile ..

Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.

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Jesus, Saviour, Pilot Me

By Edward Hopper, 1871  and   John E. Gould, 1871

Jesus Saviour, pilot me Over life’s tempestuous sea;

Un-known waves before me roll, Hiding rock and treacherous shoal;

Chart and compass come from thee: Jesus Saviour, pilot me.

As a mother still her child, Thou canst hush the ocean wild;

Boistrous waves obey thy will When thou say ’st tho them “Be still.”

Wondrous Sov’reign of the sea, Jesus Saviour, pilot me.

When at last I near the shore, And the fearful breakers roar

‘Twixt me and the peaceful rest, Then, while leaning on they breats,

May I hear thee say to me, “Fear not, I will pilot thee”

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O Could I Speak

by Samuel Medley      and     Dr. Lowell Mason

O could I speak the matchless worth,

O could I sound the glories forth,

Which in my Saviour shine,

I’d soar and touch the heavenly strings,

And vie with Gabriel while he sings

In notes almost divine,

In notes always almost divine.

I’d sing the precious blood He spilt,

My randsom from the dreadful guilt

Of sin and wrath divine;

I’d sing His glorious righteousness,

I which all perfect heavenly dress

My soul shall ever shine

My soul shall ever shine.

I’d sing the characters He bears,

And all the forms of love he wears,

Exalted on His thorne;

In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,

I would to everlasting days

Make all His glories known,

Make all His glories known.

Well, the delightful day will come

When my dear Lord will bring me home,

And I shall see His face;

Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend,

A blest eternity I’ll spend,

Triumphant in His grace,

Triumphant in His grace.

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“The Lord’s My Shepherd, I’ll Not Want”

Based On

Scottish Psalter   By Jesse S. Irvine

The Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want; He makes me down to lie

In pastures green; He leadeth me The quiet waters by.

My soul He doth restore again, And me to walk doth make

Within the paths of righteousness, E’en for His own Name’s sake.

Yes, though I walk in death’s dark vale, Yet will I fear no ill,

For Thou art with me, and Thy rod And staff me comfort still.

Mt table Thou hast furnished in presence of my foes,

My head Thou dost with oil anoint, And my cup overflows.

Goodness and mercy all my life Shall surely follow me,

And in God’s house forever more My dwelling place shall be.

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Jesus The Very Thought Of Thee

By: Bernard Clairvaux and Trans. by Edward Caswell   and  by: John B. Dykes

Jesus the very thought of Thee with sweetness fills my breats;

But sweeter far Thy Face to see, and in Thy Presence rest.

Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, nor can the memory find

A sweeter sound than Thy blessed name, O Saviour of man-kind!

O hope of every contrite heart, O joy of all the meek,

To those who fall how kind Thou art! How good to those who seek!

But what to those who find? AH! This nor tounge nor pen can show,

The love of Jesus, what it is none but His loved ones know.

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This Is My Father’s World

By: Maitbie D. Babcock   and   Franklin Sheppard

This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears

All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.

This is my Father’s world! I rest me in the thought

Of the rocks and trees, of the skies and seas

His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father’s world- the birds their carols raise;

The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise.

This is my Father’s world! He shines in all that’s fair;

In the rustling grass I hear Him pass-

He speaks to me ev’rywhere.

This is my Father’s world-  O let me ne’er forget

That tho the wrong seems oft so strong God is the ruler yet.

This is my Father’s world! The battle is not done;

Jesus who died shall be satisfied,

And earth and heav’n be one.

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Sung by a dear friend!

I sought the Lord and afterward I knew,

He moved my soul to seek Him, seeking me.

It was not I that found, oh Saviour true,

No, I was found of Thee.

Thou dids’t reach forth Thy hand,

And mine enfold, I walked and sank

not on the stormy sea.

Twas’ not so much that I on Thee took hold

As Thou, oh Lord on me.

I find, I walk, I love but O the whole,

Of love is but my answer, Lord to Thee.

For Thou wert long beforehand with my soul,

Always Thou lovest me. . .

For Thou wert long beforehand with my soul,

Always Thou lovest me.

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Thine Be The Glory

By Edmond L Budry  and Geaorge F. Handel

Thine be the glory, Risen conqur’ing Son;

Endless is the victory Thou o’er death has won.

Angels in bright rainment

rolled the stone away

Kept the folded grave clothes

Where the body lay.

Thine be the glory, Risen conqu’ring Son;

Endless is the victory Thou o’er death has won.

Lo! Jesus meets us, Risen from the tomb;

lovingly He greets us, Scatters fear and gloom;

Let His church with gladness

Hymns of triumph sing,

For her Lord now liveth;

Death hath lost it’s sting.

Thine be the glory Risen, conqu’ring Son

Endless is the victory Thou o’er death hast won

No more we doubt Thee, Glorious Prince of Life!

Life is naught with our Thee;

Helpus in our strife;

make us more than conqu’rors,

Through Thy deathless love;

Bring us safe through Jodon

To Thy home above.

Thine be the glory, risen conqur’ing Son;

Endless id the victory Thou o’er death has won.

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More to come!