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Jesus, my friend


He is my friend, a Man yet a God


He is my friend, a Servant yet a King.


Who stay with me every moment of my day


Whose love is lamp unto my feet
 

A light unto my path


Jesus, my friend, you are a friend to me.
 

In sadness, joy, you stay so close to me.

You poured your love.

And now I know you more.

Jesus, my Lord, my God, my friend.


Jesus, my friend.

You touched my heart, and you taught me what is right
Of all my friend, you're really different
You shaped my heart, to love as you have loved
Love bears all things, believes all things,
Hopes all things, endures all things

Jesus My Friend

Duyog (Duet) David DiMuzio Ft. Jewel Villaflores

Walang Hanggang Pasasalamat

Ayaw'g Palabi

Pag Sure Uy!

Tabang

Gugmang Giatay (Bisaya Cover)

Fingers

Kumot (Sakit)

Lubot

Lord Heal Our Land

Kay Cristo Lang (In Christ Alone)

Hesus Kay Buti Mo (Jesus Your So Good)

Kay Kristo (In Christ)

Ikaw Lang, Tunay Na Diyos (You Alone, Are True God)

Oh! Kinabuhi

Kinsa Siya

Tell The World Of His Love (World Youth Day, 1995 in Manila)

Tumawag Ka at Walang imposible sa Panginoon.

Dakilang Jubileyo at - ating hilumin ang sugat ng hidwaan.

さようなら、ありがとう

Kalig-on Sa Pagtoo

Hoy Tawo

Asin ug Kahayag (You are the salt and the light)

愛をください (Give Me Love)

忘れないで (Do not forget)

叫べ全地よ at (Shout to the Lord)

A collection of Christian Music and talk shows.

St. Augustine's Confession Book 10, Chapter 33
" I used to be much more fascinated by the pleasures of sound than the pleasures of smell. I was enthralled by them, but you broke my bonds and set me free. I admit that I still find some enjoyment in the music of hymns, which are alive with your praises, when I hear them sung by well-trained melodious voices. But I do not enjoy it so much that I cannot tear myself away. I can leave it when I wish. But if I am not to turn a deaf ear to music, which is the setting for the words which give it life, I must allow it a position of some honor in my heart, and I find it difficult to assign it to its proper place. For sometimes I feel that I treat it with more honor than it deserves. I realize that when they are sung these sacred words stir my mind to greater religious fervor and kindle in me a more ardent form of piety than they would if they were not sung; and I also know that there are particular modes in song and the voice, corresponding to my various emotions and able to stimulate them because of some mysterious relationship between the two. But I ought not to allow my mind to be paralysed by the gratification of my senses, which often leads it astray. For the senses are not content to take second place. Simply because I allow them their due, as adjuncts to reason, they attempt to take precedence and forge ahead of it, with the result that I sometimes sin in this way but am not aware of it until later.

Sometimes, too, from over-anxiety to avoid this particular trap I make the mistake of being too strict. When this happens, I have no wish but to exclude from my ears, and from the ears of the Church as well, all the melody of those lovely chants to which the Psalms of David are habitually sung; and it seems safer to me to follow the precepts which I remember often having heard ascribed to Athanasius, bishop of Alexandria, who used to oblige the lectors to recite the psalms with such slight modulation of the voice that they seemed to be speaking rather than chanting. But when I remember the tears that I shed on hearing the songs of the Church in the early days, soon after I had recovered my faith, and when I realize that nowadays it is not the singing that moves me but the meaning of the words when they are sung in a clear voice to the most appropriate tune, I again acknowledge the great value of this practice. So I waver between the danger that lies in gratifying the senses and the benefits which, as I know from experience, can accrue from singing. Without committing myself to an irrevocable opinion, I am inclined to approve of the custom of singing in church, in order that by indulging the ears weaker spirits may be inspired with feelings of devotion. Yet when I find the singing itself more moving than the truth which it conveys, I confess that this is a grievous sin, and at those times I would prefer not to hear the singer.

This, then is my present state. Let those of my readers whose hearts are filled with charity, from which good actions spring, weep with me and weep for me. Those who feel no charity in themselves will not be moved with my words. But I beg you, O Lord my God, to look upon me and listen to me. Have pity on me and heal me, for you see that I have become a problem to myself, and this is the ailment from which I suffer."

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