Immortal, Invisible, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise.

Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,
Nor wanting, nor wasting, Thou rulest in might;
Thy justice like mountains high soaring above
Thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love.

To all life Thou givest, to both great and small;
In all life Thou livest, the true life of all;
We blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree,
And wither and perish - but nought changeth Thee.

Great Father of glory, pure Father of light,
Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight;
All laud we would render: O help us to see
'Tis only the splendour of light hideth Thee.

Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise.

Walter Chalmers Smith (1824-1908)

Did you ever talk to God above?
Tell Him that you need a friend to love?
Pray in Jesus' name believing
That God answers prayer?

Have you told Him all your cares and woes?
Every tiny little fear He knows.
You can know He'll always hear and
He will answer prayer.

You can whisper in a crowd to Him
You can cry when you're alone to Him,
You don't have to pray out loud to Him;
He knows your thoughts.

On a lofty mountain peak, He's there,
In a meadow by a stream, He's there,
Anywhere on earth you go
He's been there from the start.

Find the answer in His word; it's true.
You'll be strong because He walks with you.
By His faithfulness He'll change you too,
God answers prayer.

Frances Towle Rath

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How great the chasm that lay between us.
How high the mountain I could not climb.
In desperation I turned to heaven
And spoke Your name into the night.
Then through the darkness Your loving kindness
Tore through the shadows of my soul.
The work is finished, the end is written.
Jesus Christ, my living hope.

Who could imagine so great a mercy?
What heart could fathom such boundless grace?
The God of ages stepped down from glory
To wear my sin and bear my shame.
The cross has spoken; I am forgiven.
The King of kings calls me His own.
Beautiful Saviour, I'm Yours forever.
Jesus Christ, my living hope.

Hallelujah, praise the One who set me free!
Hallelujah, death has lost its grip on me!
You have broken every chain.
There's salvation in Your name.
Jesus Christ, my living hope.
(Repeat)

Then came the morning that sealed the promise,
Your buried body began to breathe.
Out of the silence, the Roaring Lion
Declared the grave has no claim on me.
(Repeat)
Jesus, Yours is the victory!

Hallelujah, praise the One who set me free!
Hallelujah, death has lost its grip on me!
You have broken every chain.
There's salvation in Your name.
Jesus Christ, my living hope.
(Repeat)
Jesus Christ, my living hope.

Phil Wickham and Brian Johnson
Copyright © 2017 Phil Wickham Music

Happy the home that welcomes You, Lord Jesus,
Truest of friends, most honoured guest of all;
Where hearts and eyes are bright with joy to greet You,
Your slightest wishes eager to fulfil.

Happy the home where man and wife together
Are of one mind, believing in Your love;
Through love and pain, prosperity and hardship,
Through good and evil days Your care they prove.

Happy the home, O loving Friend of children,
Where they are given to You with hands of prayer;
Where at Your feet they early learn to listen
To Your own words, and thank You for Your care.

Happy the home where work is done to please You,
In tasks both great and small, that You may see
Each family doing all as You would wish them
As members of Your household, glad and free.

Happy the home that knows Your healing comfort,
Where, unforgotten, every joy You share:
Until each one, their work on earth completed,
Come to Your Father's house to meet You there.

Honor M. Thwaites (1914–1993)
Copyright © Michael R. Thwaites