My God, I come in humble awe
And thank You for Your love
So vast, so deep, so wonderful
It lifts my heart above.
That God Himself would come to earth
Rejected, tested, poor,
Then take my sin with all its shame
To open heaven’s door.
That Jesus Christ would bear my guilt
And wear it on the tree –
Unjustly lifted up to die
To show His love for me.
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To Him who’s overcome the world
And gives us hope and cheer,
To Him who crushed the bands of death
And freed us from its fear,
To Him who came and died for us
Then rose to live anew,
To Him who gives His life to us
To share His glory, too,
To Him whose love will never fade,
Whose grace will never end,
To Him who cares for every need
And lets us call Him Friend,
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At Christ’s expense my soul is free
From sin and guilt and shame;
He paid the price to pardon me –
All glory to His Name!
At Christ’s expense I now belong
As child of God and heir;
My Father’s love is vast and strong
And keeps me in His care.
At Christ’s expense I have a home
That He’s prepared for me;
He made the way for me to come
And offered me the key.
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For kindnesses and mercies
For grace and answered prayer
For favor, help, and blessings
For tender love and care
For guidance and protection
For working out Your will
For peace and sweet assurance
For strength that You instill
For fellowship and friendship
For hope and daily light
For need and wise provision
For songs to cheer the night
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Put off the old, put on the new,
The call is ringing clear,
A fresh, new start is on the way
To greet the dawning year.
The past behind, the future bright,
We’re pressing toward the prize –
Eternal life’s the worthy goal
On which we fix our eyes.
The day to come is full of hope
For those who look ahead;
Keep on the path and don’t look back
As step by step we’re led.
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A godly girl and her betrothed
In Nazareth of old,
Both purposed they would honor God
And live for Him we’re told.
Then in the midst of normal life
An angel came to earth
To tell this virgin of the news
About the Savior’s birth.
So few believed her strange account
But John’s dear mother knew,
And from the glad Elizabeth
What strength and hope she drew.
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