O for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer's praise, the glories of my God and King, the triumphs of his grace!

I feel a strong immortal hope, which bears my mournful spirit up beneath its mountain load; redeemed from death, and grief, and pain, I soon shall find my [child] again within the arms of God.

Be friends of everyone. Be enemies of no-one

To God your every Want In instant Prayer display, Pray always; Pray, and never faint; Pray, without ceasing, Pray.

A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify; A never dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky.

Our children will grow up confused, not respecting the Bible or anything else that is sacred.

O for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer's praise, the glories of my God and King, the triumphs of his grace!