Name: Fresh as the dew of the morning | with Chelsea Corpuz by Crystal
Duration: 3 min 35 s
Description: Recorded with Chelsea Corpuz during the FTTA spring term of 2018.

lyrics: https://www.hymnal.net/en/hymn/nt/708

In his shade I delighted and sat down,  
And his fruit was sweet to my taste.
He brought me into the banqueting house,
And his banner over me was love.

Sustain me with raisin cakes, 
Refresh me with apples, 
For I am sick with love.

His left hand is under my head, 
And his right hand embraces me.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, 
By the gazelles or by the hinds of the fields, 
Not to rouse up or awaken my love 
Until she pleases.

Sustain me with raisin cakes, 
Refresh me with apples, 
For I am sick with love.

Sustain me with raisin cakes, 
Refresh me with apples, 
For I am sick with love.

Rest Yourself Under the Tree

Song of Songs 2:3b-7

Singing

O Lord, I love You, I really love You

Jeremiah 15:16 "Your words were found and I ate them, And Your words became to me The gladness and joy of my heart, For I am called by Your name, O Jehovah, God of hosts."
Psalm 119:15 "	I will muse upon Your precepts,
And regard Your ways."

I will turn the Bible into
Both my prayer and praise.
I will sing it in the morning,
And I’ll pray it all day long,
Until Jehovah has become
My strength and song.

Your Words Were Found (Jeremiah 15:16 & Psalm 119:15)

1. If you wish to find the Lord,
Do not seek Him in the world,
For the world is not the place in which He dwells.
In which He dwells, in which He dwells,
In which He dwells, in which He dwells,
For the world is not the place in which He dwells.

2. If you wish to find the Lord,
Do not seek Him in the mind,
For the mind can only know, it cannot taste.
It cannot taste, it cannot taste,
It cannot taste, it cannot taste,
For the mind can only know, it cannot taste.

3. If you wish to find the Lord,
You must open up your heart,
You must open up your heart and let Him in.
Let Him in, let Him in,
Let Him in, let Him in,
You must open up your heart and let Him in.

4. If you wish to let Him in,
You just call upon His name,
You just call upon His name and let Him in.
Call His name, call His name,
Call His name, call His name,
You just call upon His name and let Him in.

If You Wish To Find The Lord

1. Just one touch as He moves along,
Pushed and pressed by the jostling throng,
Just one touch and the weak was strong,
Cured by the Healer divine.

CHORUS:
Just one touch as He passes by,
He will list to the faintest cry.
Come and be cured while the Lord is nigh,
Christ is the Healer divine.

2. Just one touch! And He makes me whole,
Speaks sweet peace to my sin-sick soul,
At His feet all my burdens roll,
Cured by the Healer divine.

3. Just one touch! And the work is done,
I am cured by the blessed Son,
I will sing while the ages run,
Cured by the Healer divine.

4. Just one touch! And He turns to me,
O the love in His eyes I see!
I am His for He hears my plea,
Cured by the Healer divine.

5. Just one touch! By His mighty power
He can heal thee this very hour,
Thou canst hear though the tempests low'r,
Cured by the Healer divine.

Just One Touch As He Moves Along (w/ Paul, Lam, Zak & Adolfo)

Where are your wings ft syren

To You Dear Lord

Mark and Hollie- Let Me Hear Your Voice (Song Of Songs)

1 Corinthians 9:24

Recorded with Chelsea Corpuz during the FTTA spring term of 2018.

Fresh as the dew of the morning | with Chelsea Corpuz

Lyrics:

          C
Thou sweet, beloved will of God,
       C
My anchor ground, my fortress hill,
       F
My spirit’s silent, fair abode,
     C                        F            C
In Thee I hide me and am still.

2
O Will, that willest good alone,
Lead Thou the way, Thou guidest best;
A little child, I follow on,
And, trusting, lean upon Thy breast.

3
God’s will doth make the bitter, sweet,
And all is well when it is done;
Unless His will doth hallow it,
The glory of all joy is gone.

4
Thy beautiful sweet will, my God,
Holds fast in its sublime embrace
My captive will, a gladsome bird,
Prisoned in such a realm of grace.

5
Within this place of certain good
Love evermore expands her wings,
Or nestling in Thy perfect choice,
Abides content with what it brings.

6
Oh, lightest burden, sweetest yoke;
It lifts, it bears my happy soul,
It giveth wings to this poor heart;
My freedom is Thy grand control.

7
Upon God’s will I lay me down,
As child upon its mother’s breast;
No silken couch, nor softest bed,
Could ever give me such deep rest.

8
Thy wonderful grand will, my God,
With triumph now I make it mine;
And faith shall cry a joyous Yes
To every dear command of Thine.

Thou Sweet Beloved Will of God (Hymn 617)

“And I will praise You with the harp, O God, my God” -Psalm 43:4

Fresh as the dew of the morning | with Chelsea Corpuz

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