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Calm as the Summer Sea
calm as the summer sea
the sunrise of my heart’s release—
upon that shore, eternally,
to find the God of peace
as calm as the summer sea
the sunrise of my heart’s release—
upon that shore, I am at ease,
I’ve found the Prince of Peace
so mercy, in this place,
a troubled sky dispels,
here, the sending of Your grace—
the promise, “all is well”
and high on the hill of Calvary,
death broken, and despair,
redemption bringing healing
in a sinner’s prayer,
a sinner’s prayer
* * *
calm as the summer sea
the sunrise of my heart’s release—
upon that shore, eternally,
to find the God of peace
calm as the summer sea
the sunrise of my heart’s release—
upon that shore, I am at ease,
oh, I’ve found the Prince of Peace
and by the waterside,
the saving hope remains—
a shelter to abide,
the haven of Your name
and high on the hill of Calvary,
death broken, and despair,
redemption bringing healing
in a sinner’s prayer,
a sinner’s prayer
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The Voice of God
so the ancient word is true,
and we know its meaning—
beneath the stars, in midnight blue,
bright beacons of believing
and how the voice of God calls out—
and sings His praise, in nature,
did we but hear the Spirit’s desire,
and glimpse celestial fire,
how the voice of God calls out
all that is, sustaining,
the mighty Lord’s design,
each morning sees Him reigning,
His power and love combine
how the voice of God calls out—
and sings His praise, in nature,
did we but hear the Spirit’s desire,
and glimpse celestial fire,
how the voice of God calls out
* * *
the spheres, within their cosmic dance,
trace their steps around the sun,
of all the wonders we may know,
this is only one
here is peace, and benediction,
light crowns the ancient hills,
the sacred rose was given,
and all the earth was still
how the voice of God calls out—
and sings His praise, in nature,
did we but hear the Spirit’s desire,
and glimpse celestial fire,
how the voice of God calls out
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Morning Of My Seeking
04:25
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Morning of My Seeking
in the morning of my seeking,
when the sun dawns, bright and clear—
now I see, in peace believing,
now I know I may draw near
there, I see the sacred fountain,
flowing from the heaven-land,
stream of mercy, healing water,
where that blessèd hope began
who, but You, my Redeemer,
come to set my spirit free,
and mercy reigns, forever,
in the very heart of me
* * *
there, I see the sacred fountain,
flowing from the heaven-land,
stream of mercy, healing water,
where the blessèd hope begins
shepherd of my heart’s desire
how I need You, on the way,
through the shadow, lead me home,
lover of my soul, to stay
who, but You, my Redeemer,
come to set my spirit free,
and mercy reigns, forever,
in the very heart of me
in the morning of my seeking,
when the sun dawns, bright and clear…
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England
02:25
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Morning of My Seeking
in the morning of my seeking,
when the sun dawns, bright and clear—
now I see, in peace believing,
now I know I may draw near
there, I see the sacred fountain,
flowing from the heaven-land,
stream of mercy, healing water,
where that blessèd hope began
who, but You, my Redeemer,
come to set my spirit free,
and mercy reigns, forever,
in the very heart of me
* * *
there, I see the sacred fountain,
flowing from the heaven-land,
stream of mercy, healing water,
where the blessèd hope begins
shepherd of my heart’s desire
how I need You, on the way,
through the shadow, lead me home,
lover of my soul, to stay
who, but You, my Redeemer,
come to set my spirit free,
and mercy reigns, forever,
in the very heart of me
in the morning of my seeking,
when the sun dawns, bright and clear…
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Pilgrim’s Way
the timber stile, cast mellow and green,
and worn is the gate by the way,
and near Hendon lies the sylvan road
I walked upon a summer day
see them now, they carry me home,
the sight of old hues on the wood—
and all the while, to ask of my friends,
“Have your travels been good?"
near the fireside, in the wee hours,
like the words of a Psalm that is told,
to discover a place, where we meet again—
the inn at the end of the road
* * *
see them now, they carry me home,
the sight of old hues on the wood—
and all the while, I ask my friends,
“Have your travels been good?"
by the fireside, in the wee hours,
like the words of a Psalm that is told,
to discover a place, where we meet again—
the inn at the end of the road
the inn at the end of the road
the inn at the end of the road
the inn at the end of the road
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Wildflowers
02:40
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Wintertime
have you seen a snowfall,
shroud the world in white,
then walked, beneath tall trees,
and stood among the quiet?
it's the song of wintertime
it seems a sudden place,
this haven, on the way,
a forest turned cathedral,
white spires touch the sky
so blessings come, in wintertime
each snowflake, as it falls,
bears its own display—
tracery, and figure, on them all,
and each its own ballet
oh, that’s the gift of wintertime
* * *
so when the sky begins to dance,
remember how its Maker,
gives these moments of His grace,
so we may all remember
His is the gift of wintertime
each snowflake, as it falls,
bears its own display—
tracery, and figure, on them all,
and each its own ballet
oh, that’s the gift of wintertime
have you seen a snowfall,
shroud the world in white,
then walked, beneath tall trees,
and stood among the quiet?
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The Christ Child
(adapted, with new words,
from a G.K. Chesterton poem, 1900)
the Christ child lay on Mary's lap,
the stable was alight,
O weary, weary were the world,
but here is all alright
the Christ child in the manger lay,
poor shepherds may admire,
O weary, weary is the world,
but here the world's desire
the Christ child lay in peace and rest,
and o'er the place a star,
O stern and cunning are the kings,
but here, the true hearts are
the Christ child came into the world,
His mercy like a crown,
where any lost may know Him,
and seeking, may be found
* * *
the Christ child lay on Mary's lap,
the stable was alight,
O weary, weary were the world,
but here is all alright
the Christ child lay in peace and rest,
and o'er the place a star,
O stern and cunning are the kings,
but here, the true hearts are
the Christ child lay on Mary's lap…
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O How Wondrous
(adapted, with new words,
from a Hannah More poem, 1798)
O how wondrous is the story,
of our Saviour’s birth;
see the mighty Lord of Glory,
leave His heav’n to visit earth!
O what wonder should it raise,
our low estate to borrow;
O the high mysterious ways —
He takes away our sorrow
every voice with praise, overflowing,
on such boundless love to dwell;
and our hearts His mercy, ever knowing,
find what words could never tell
* * *
every voice with praise, overflowing,
on such boundless love to dwell;
and our hearts His mercy, ever knowing,
find what words could never tell
O what wonder should it raise,
our low estate to borrow;
O the high mysterious ways —
He takes away our sorrow
every voice with praise, overflowing,
on such boundless love to dwell;
and our hearts His mercy, ever knowing,
find what words could never tell
O how wondrous is the story,
of our Saviour’s birth...
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If You Were Here
(for Keith Green)
if you were here, today,
the stories we could tell—
so many lives, forever changed
in your voice, we found a friend
who knew the things of heaven,
you brought us near,
so we could hear His voice
in concert halls, and town to town,
you loved to bring the Word—
holy hands, held heaven-ward,
when living hope was born
* * *
if you were here, today,
the stories we could tell—
so many lives, forever changed
in your voice, we found a friend
who knew the things of heaven,
you brought us near,
so we could hear His voice
in concert halls, and town to town,
you loved to bring the Word—
holy hands, held heaven-ward,
when living hope was born
born of worship,
many songs—
reunion, with the Saviour
spoken prayers,
and an altar call,
home with our hearts
looking to heaven
if you were here…
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The Eagle and Child
(for Malcolm Guite)
I saw my friend, at The Eagle and Child,
where long ago, the Inklings gathered—
to read from tales, and stay awhile,
to speak of things that mattered
upon the wall, a clock that chimed
the golden hours, when they spoke—
oh, to glimpse the great design
that lived in what they wrote
I saw my friend, at The Eagle and Child,
where long ago, the Inklings gathered—
to read from tales, and stay awhile,
to speak of all that mattered
* * *
we may, as they did, sojourn there,
and find the blessing of this place,
close by a fire, still in the air—
the meaning of an older grace
upon the wall, a clock that chimed
the golden hours, when they spoke—
oh, to glimpse the great design
that lived in what they wrote
I saw my friend, at The Eagle and Child,
where long ago, the Inklings gathered—
to read from tales, and stay awhile,
to speak of all that mattered
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Mr. Chesterton
(with a tip of the cap to ‘the Fabs’)
see the lamppost, by the corner,
errand calls, in Notting Hill,
there, a hansom cab is waiting,
tuppence to be “on your way”
go back, Mr. Chesterton,
and go rambling down a London lane,
find a good tavern, hail a good friend—
’cause everybody knows your name
speak of good things, time and wonder,
bless the days that we all have,
feast upon the days of mercy—
wend the way to heaven
* * *
go back, Mr. Chesterton,
to ramble down a London lane,
find a good tavern, hail a good friend—
’cause everybody knows your name
see the lamppost, by the corner,
errand calls, in Notting Hill,
there, a hansom cab is waiting,
tuppence to be “on your way”
go back, Mr. Chesterton
go back, Mr. Chesterton
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