This Week at Hope – Do Not Exasperate, but Train Up
Happy the Home
A Christian Home
In Christ Alone
Take My Life and Let it Be
All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name!
All hail the power of Jesus’ Name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.
Crown him, ye martyrs of your God
Who from his altar call;
Extol the Stem of Jesse’s rod,
And crown him Lord of all.
Ye seed of Israel’s chosen race,
Ye ransomed of the fall,
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.
Sinners, whose love can ne’er forget
The wormwood and the gall,
Go spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.
Let ev’ry kindred, ev’ry tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.
O that with yonder sacred throng
We at his feet may fall;
We’ll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.
Happy the Home
Happy the home when God is there,
And love fills ev’ry breast:
When one their wish, and one their prayer,
And one their heav’nly rest.
Happy the home where Jesus’ name
Is sweet to ev’ry ear;
Where children early speak His fame,
And parents hold Him dear.
Happy the home where prayer is heard,
And praise is wont to rise,
Where parents love the sacred Word,
That makes us truly wise.
Lord, let us in our homes agree,
This blessed peace to gain;
Unite our hearts in love to Thee,
And love to all will reign.
A Christian Home
O give us homes built firm upon the Savior
Where Christ is Head and Counselor and Guide
Where every child is taught His love and favor
And gives his heart to Christ, the Crucified
How sweet to know that, tho’ his footsteps waver
His faithful Lord is walking by his side
O give us homes with godly fathers, mothers
Who always place their hope and trust in Him
Whose tender patience turmoil never bothers
Whose calm and courage trouble cannot dim
A home where each finds joy in serving others
And love still shines, tho’ days be dark and grim
O give us homes where Christ is Lord and Master
The Bible read, the precious hymns still sung
Where pray’r comes first in peace or in disaster
And praise is natural speech to every tongue
Where mountains move before a faith that’s vaster
And Christ sufficient is for old and young
O Lord, our God, our homes are Thine forever!
We trust to Thee their problems, toil, and care
Their bonds of love no enemy can sever
If Thou art always Lord and Master there
Be Thou the center of our least endeavor
Be Thou our guest, our hearts and homes to share
In Christ Alone
In Christ alone my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This Cornerstone, this solid Ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the love of Christ I stand
In Christ alone! – who took on flesh
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones He came to save
Till on that cross as Jesus died
The wrath of God was satisfied
For every sin on Him was laid
Here in the death of Christ I live
There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Bought with the precious blood of Christ
No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life’s first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
Till He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand!
Take My Life and Let it Be
Take my life and let it be
Consecrated Lord to Thee
Take my moments and my days
Let them flow in ceaseless praise
Let them flow in ceaseless praise
At the impulse of Thy love
Take my feet and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee
Swift and beautiful for Thee
Take my voice and let me sing
Always, only, for my King
Take my lips and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee
Filled with messages from Thee
Take my silver and my gold
Not a mite would I withhold
Take my intellect and use
Every power as Thou shalt choose
Every power as Thou shalt choose
Take my love, my Lord I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store
Take my self and I will be
Ever only all for Thee
Ever only all for Thee
Take my will and make it Thine
It shall be no longer mine
Take my heart it is Thine own
It shall be Thy royal throne
It shall be Thy royal throne