This Opportunity (with Mark and Caleb)

Oh, Jesus, Lord, When Thou On Earth

Though Thou Art God, Most Glorious, HIgh

LOVE IS UNCONDITIONAL // cover

1 Love is unconditional
It knows not any reason 
It never thinks or never does
Consider anything
It simply wells from a heart
From a heart that is true 
Love is a person and
He is the One who reached you

2 Love is just the essence
And the nature of God's being 
It never is a virtue 
That a moral man withholds 
It simply flows from a source
From a source that is divine 
Love is a person and 
He is the One who reached you

3 It simply wells from a heart 
From a heart that is true 
It simply flows from a source 
From a source that is divine 
Love is a person and 
He is the One who reached you

love is unconditional

old tune ftw
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My God, Thy gentleness hath conquered me
Life cannot be as it hath hither been.

mighty love

#431 thy mighty love

Rise Up My Love

I Had a Debt

The Christian Life, a Christ-filled Life

Saints in Oklahoma singing and enjoying the Lord in psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs.
Captured from an audio cassette from about 1975

Once I Was An Empty Man

One of my favourite songs to sing to the Lord at any point of the day. In this one, I tried to make a harmony line work as the melody, and then added parts of the chorus to it as a counter. This is the result of presenting an idea to the Body and having it… perfected. Each one has, amen. Best enjoyed with headphones on loud.

Lord, keep my heart
Always true to You
Never backsliding,
Always viewing You.
A heart that is pure,
That sees only You
A heart (I love You, Lord)
That loves You (Dearest Lord)
And treasures
Only You (I just love You)

Lord, Keep My Heart

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 fulfillment.
 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!

Once I Was An Empty Man

Phil Watson