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Out of my bondage sorrow and night

There Is Always Something Over

1
Jesus, fair Thou art to me,
More than gems most treasured,
Purely, sweetly charming me,
My delight and pleasure!

 	Thou art fair! Thou art fair!
	Thou my heart hast captured!
	Keep me here forevermore,
	With Thee, Lord, enraptured!

2
More than jewels I’ve seen before,
Charming, mesmerizing;
As I’m dazzled, drawn e’en more,
Joy as dawn is rising.

3
Stone that ne’er shall age or change,
My fresh love restoring;
Daily I anticipate
Facets new each morning!

4
Jesus, Thou art loveliest!
Precious, matchless treasure!
Shine in Thine exquisiteness,
Clear and bright forever!

https://www.hymnal.net/en/hymn/ns/745

Thou Art Fair!

Hymn 324. Far away the noise...-Ohio-Himno 156-Desde lejos oigo de las luchas y afanes!!-🌺🎻🌹🎶

I heard the voice of Jesus say

More of Our Heart

Dear Lord, my Lord, today I pray,
That You would come, and with me stay,
In everything, Lord be with me.

Before I leave, to my affairs
Which may increase, all of my cares,
I turn to You. First, I seek You

	I invite you in! Spend this day with me,
	When with You I then,
	Can face all peacefully
	Everywhere I go, I am longing so,
	That You would come with me.

Today, if I, have much to do,
Just know, within, I still want You
In everything, I would gain You

I won't despise, the things so small
Because, I know, that in them all,
I can gain You... if I touch You...

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I invite You in (w/ Colton and Ezra)

Lord, I've Set My Heart

Sweet is the promise as weary years fly.

Straw-mats-by-the-beach rendition of this gospel classic with Ronny.

Flashlight

Jesus, My Saviour (2016) - with Ronny

1	Since long ago at Bethany we parted,
 	Within my heart there is a ceaseless void;
 	How can I take my harp down from the willow?
 	How can my songs without Thee be enjoyed?
 	And when at night I’m keeping lonely vigil-
 	Grown numb alike to sorrow and to cheer-
 	Then I recall the promise of Thy coming,
 	But sigh: O Lord, why, why Thou dost not yet appear?
2	Thy manger wakes the thought: I too am homeless;
 	Thy cross strips earthly pleasures from my soul;
 	Thy coming bids me seek a better country,
 	For Thou Thyself art now my final goal.
 	Since Thou art gone my joy has lost its flavor,
 	My song the sweetness I would fain convey.
 	Since Thou art gone the sense of void o’erwhelms me.
 	Oh, how I long that Thou wilt come and not delay.
3	Though even now I know Thy loving presence,
 	Yet in my heart there’s still a sense of lack.
 	Enlightening and tenderest sustaining
 	Can no more satisfy: I want Thee back.
 	Despite Thy peace within, I still feel lonely;
 	Despite Thy joy there still remains a sigh;
 	When I feel most content, the silent yearning
 	To see Thee face to face becomes an uttered cry.
4	What exile cannot but desire his homeland
 	And long his people once again to greet?
 	What soul on alien soil forgets his kindred?
 	What parted lovers never yearn to meet?
 	O Lord, how can these earthly loves and pleasures
 	With all the joy of Thy return compare?
 	Then, if I cannot here behold Thy countenance,
 	What can I do but sigh till Thou, my Lord, appear?
5	Could’st Thou, O Lord, forget Thy word of promise
 	Soon to return and take me unto Thee?
 	Yet day by day and year by year I’ve waited
 	And still I wait, and no return I see!
 	Remember, Lord, the years I have been waiting
 	While Thy dear footsteps linger far away.
 	How long? How long? Oh! must I wait still longer
 	Till Thou shalt come again in glorious array?
6	From generation unto generation
 	Thy saints have come and gone, but have not seen
 	Thy glorious promise pass into fulfilment.
 	How long, how very long the time has been!
 	Why cannot we, dear Lord, discern Thy footsteps?
 	Why are the heavens still so closely sealed?
 	Oh! must our waiting be prolonged still further
 	Before Thou in Thy matchless splendor art revealed?
7	Lord, I recall the many years I’ve waited
 	For Thy return-yet, Lord, not I alone,
 	But Thy dear saints through many generations-
 	Beseeching Thee to come back for Thine own.
 	To countless tears and countless fervent pleadings,
 	By Thine appearing haste to make reply.
 	Oh, may Thou come, the echo of the ages,
 	Come, come and answer now this mighty corp’rate cry!

Hymn #958

I invite You in (w/ Colton and Ezra)

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