O, the love of the Lord is the essence
Of all that I love here on earth.
All the beauty I see he has given to me,
And his giving is gentle as silence.
Ev’ry day, ev’ry hour, ev’ry moment
Have been blessed by the strength of his love.
At the turn of each tide he is there at my side,
And his touch is as gentle as silence.
There’ve been times when I’ve turned from his presence
And I’ve walked other paths, other ways;
But I’ve called on his name in the dark of my shame,
And his mercy was gentle as silence.
Be still, my soul: The Lord is on thy side;
With patience bear thy cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In ev'ry change he faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: Thy best, thy heav'nly Friend
Thru thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
Be still, my soul: Thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as he has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: The waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while he dwelt below.
Be still, my soul: The hour is hast'ning on,
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: When change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.
Text: Katharina von Schlegel, b. 1697;
translation by Jane Borthwick, 1813-1897
Panis angelicus Fit panis hominum; Dat panis coelicus Figuris terminum O res mirabilis! Manducat Dominum Pauper, pauper, Servus et humilis. Pauper, pauper, Servus et humilis.
Panis angelicus Fit panis hominum; Dat panis coelicus Figuris terminum O res mirabilis! Manducat Dominum Pauper, pauper, Servus et humilis. Pauper, pauper, Servus, servus et humilis.
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee! E’en though it be a cross that raiseth me, Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee. Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee! Though like the wanderer, daylight all gone, Darkness be over me, my rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I’d be, nearer, my God, to Thee. Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee! There let the way appear, steps unto Heav’n; All that Thou sendest me, in mercy giv’n; Angels to beckon me, nearer, my God, to Thee. Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee! Then, with my waking thoughts bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I’ll raise; So by my woes to be, nearer, my God, to Thee. Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee! Or, if on joyful wing cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upward I’ll fly, Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee. Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee! There in my Father’s home, safe and at rest, There in my Savior’s love, perfectly blest; Age after age to be, nearer, my God, to Thee. Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!