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September: Marching To Zion
October: My Jesus I Love Thee
November: O Love That Will Not Let Me Go
December: Star in the East
January: Thus Far The Lord Has Led Me On
February: Blest Be the Tie That Binds
March: When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
April: On Jordan's Stormy Banks I Stand
May: Joyful, Joyful We Adore Thee
June: It Is Well With My Soul
July: Great is Thy Faithfulness
August: My Faith Looks Up To Thee


September: Marching To Zion * *
Lyrics by Isaac Watts 1707, and Robert Lowry 1867; Tune byRobert Lowry 1867

Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
     We're marching to Zion,
     Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
     We're marching upward to Zion,
     The beautiful city of God.

The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from the place;
Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less.
     We're marching to Zion,
     Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
     We're marching upward to Zion,
     The beautiful city of God.

Let those refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heav'nly King
May speak their joys abroad.
     We're marching to Zion,
     Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
     We're marching upward to Zion,
     The beautiful city of God.

The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.
     We're marching to Zion,
     Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
     We're marching upward to Zion,
     The beautiful city of God.

The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
     We're marching to Zion,
     Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
     We're marching upward to Zion,
     The beautiful city of God.

Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high.
     We're marching to Zion,
     Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
     We're marching upward to Zion,
     The beautiful city of God.


October: My Jesus I Love Thee *
Lyrics by William Featherstone 1864; Tune "Gordon" by Adoniram Gordon 1876

My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine;
For Thee all the follies of sin I resign.
My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.

I love Thee because Thou has first loved me,
And purchased my pardon on Calvary's tree.
I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.

I'll love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death,
And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath;
And say when the death dew lies cold on my brow,
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.

In mansions of glory and endless delight,
I'll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright;
I'll sing with the glittering crown on my brow;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.


November: O Love That Will Not Let Me Go *
Lyrics by George Matheson 1882; Tune: "St. Margaret" by Alfred Peace 1884 *

O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine's blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life's glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.


December: Star of the East (Brightest and Best) *
Lyrics by Reginald Heber 1811; Tune by William Walker 1835

     Brightest and best of the sons of the morning;
     Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid;
     Star of the East, the horizon adorning,
     Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining;
Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall;
Angels adore Him in slumber reclining,
Maker and Monarch and Savior of all!
     Brightest and best of the sons of the morning;
     Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid;
     Star of the East, the horizon adorning,
     Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion,
Odors of Edom and offerings divine?
Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?
     Brightest and best of the sons of the morning;
     Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid;
     Star of the East, the horizon adorning,
     Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

Vainly we offer each ample oblation,
Vainly with gifts would His favor secure;
Richer by far is the heart's adoration,
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.
     Brightest and best of the sons of the morning;
     Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid;
     Star of the East, the horizon adorning,
     Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.


January: Thus Far The Lord Has Led Me On
Lyrics by Isaac Watts 1707; Tune: "Hebron" by Lowell Mason 1830

Thus far the Lord hath led me on,
Thus far His power prolongs my days,
And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of His grace.

Much of my time has run to waste,
And I, perhaps, am near my home;
But He forgives my follies past,
And gives me strength for days to come.

I lay my body down to sleep;
Peace is the pillow for my head;
While well appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed.

In vain the sons of earth or hell
Tell me a thousand frightful things
My God in safety makes me dwell
Beneath the shadow of His wings.

Faith in His Name forbids my fear;
O may Thy presence ne'er depart!
And in the morning make me hear
The love and kindness of Thy heart.

Thus, when the night of death shall come,
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground,
And wait Thy voice to rouse my tomb,
With sweet salvation in the sound.


February: Blest Be the Tie That Binds * *
Lyrics by John Fawcett 1782; Tune: "Dennis" by Hans Nageli 1845

Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.

Before our Father's throne
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one
Our comforts and our cares.

We share each other's woes,
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.

When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.

This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way;
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.

From sorrow, toil and pain,
And sin, we shall be free,
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.


March: When I Survey the Wondrous Cross*
Lyrics by Isaac Watts 1707; Tune: "Hamburg" by Lowell Mason 1824

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.


April: On Jordan's Stormy Banks I Stand * *
Lyrics by Samuel Stennett 1787; Tune: "Evergreen Shore" by Tullius O'Kane 1877

On Jordan's stormy banks I stand
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land
Where my possessions lie.
     I am bound for the promised land,
     I am bound for the promised land;
     Oh who will come and go with me?
     I am bound for the promised land.

O the transporting, rapturous scene
That rises to my sight! Sweet fields, arrayed in living green
And rivers of delight!
     I am bound for the promised land,
     I am bound for the promised land;
     Oh who will come and go with me?
     I am bound for the promised land.

There generous fruits that never fail,
On trees immortal grow;
There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales,
With milk and honey flow.
     I am bound for the promised land,
     I am bound for the promised land;
     Oh who will come and go with me?
     I am bound for the promised land.

O'er all those wide extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God, the Sun for ever reigns
And scatters night away.
     I am bound for the promised land,
     I am bound for the promised land;
     Oh who will come and go with me?
     I am bound for the promised land.

No chilling winds or poisonous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.
     I am bound for the promised land,
     I am bound for the promised land;
     Oh who will come and go with me?
     I am bound for the promised land.

When shall I reach that happy place
And be for ever blest?
When shall I see my Father's face
And in His bosom rest?
     I am bound for the promised land,
     I am bound for the promised land;
     Oh who will come and go with me?
     I am bound for the promised land.

Filled with delight, my raptured soul
Would here no longer stay;
Though Jordan's waves around me roll
Fearless I'd launch away.
     I am bound for the promised land,
     I am bound for the promised land;
     Oh who will come and go with me?
     I am bound for the promised land.


May: Joyful, Joyful We Adore Thee * *<
Lyrics by Henry van Dyke 1907; Tune: "Hymn to Joy" by Ludwig van Beethoven 1824

Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee,
God of glory, Lord of love;
Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee,
Opening to the sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness;
Drive the dark of doubt away;
Giver of immortal gladness,
Fill us with the light of day!

All Thy works with joy surround Thee,
Earth and heaven reflect Thy rays,
Stars and angels sing around Thee,
Center of unbroken praise.
Field and forest, vale and mountain,
Flowery meadow, flashing sea,
Singing bird and flowing fountain
Call us to rejoice in Thee.

Thou art giving and forgiving,
Ever blessing, ever blessed,
Wellspring of the joy of living,
Ocean depth of happy rest!
Thou our Father, Christ our Brother,
All who live in love are Thine;
Teach us how to love each other,
Lift us to the joy divine.

Mortals, join the happy chorus,
Which the morning stars began;
Father love is reigning o'er us,
Brother love binds man to man.
Ever singing, march we onward,
Victors in the midst of strife,
Joyful music leads us Sunward
In the triumph song of life.


June: It Is Well With My Soul * * *
Lyrics by Horatio Spafford 1873; Tune: "Ville du Havre" by Philip Bliss 1876

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
     It is well, with my soul,
     It is well, with my soul,
     It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
     It is well, with my soul,
     It is well, with my soul,
     It is well, it is well, with my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
     It is well, with my soul,
     It is well, with my soul,
     It is well, it is well, with my soul.

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
     It is well, with my soul,
     It is well, with my soul,
     It is well, it is well, with my soul.

But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!
     It is well, with my soul,
     It is well, with my soul,
     It is well, it is well, with my soul.

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
     It is well, with my soul,
     It is well, with my soul,
     It is well, it is well, with my soul.


July: Great is Thy Faithfulness * *
Lyrics by Thomas Chisholm 1923; Tune by William M. Runyan 1923

Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father;
There is no shadow of turning with Thee,
Thou changest not, Thy compassions they fail not,
As Thou hast been, Thou forever wilt be.
     Great is Thy faithfulness!
     Great is Thy faithfulness!
     Morning by morning new mercies I see!
     All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;
     Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord unto me!

Summer and winter and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon, and stars in their courses above;
Join with all nature in manifold witness,
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy, and love.
     Great is Thy faithfulness!
     Great is Thy faithfulness!
     Morning by morning new mercies I see!
     All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;
     Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord unto me!

Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth,
Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
Strength for today, and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside.
     Great is Thy faithfulness!
     Great is Thy faithfulness!
     Morning by morning new mercies I see!
     All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;
     Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord unto me!


August: My Faith Looks Up To Thee *
Lyrics by Ray Palmer 1830; Tune: "Olivet" by Lowell Mason 1830

My faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary, Savior divine!
Now hear me while I pray, take all my guilt away,
O let me from this day be wholly Thine!

May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart, my zeal inspire!
As Thou hast died for me, O may my love to Thee,
Pure warm, and changeless be, a living fire!

While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread, be Thou my Guide;
Bid darkness turn to day, wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray from Thee aside.

When ends life's transient dream,
When death's cold sullen stream over me roll;
Blest Savior, then in love, fear and distrust remove;
O bear me safe above, a ransomed soul!