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• [1Yoh 1:5] Father Of Light, We Sing In Thy Praise

  Father of Light, we sing in Thy praise, Father of Light, we sing in Thy praise. Joyfully now, our voices we raise, Joyfully now, our voices we raise. May Thy peace come down from above, May Thy peace come from above. Fill our hearts with Thy great love. Fill our hearts with Thy great love.
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• [1Yoh 1:5] Father Of Lights

  Father of lights, in Whom there is no shadow, Giver of every good and perfect gift! With one accord we seek Thy holy presence, Gladly our hearts to Thee in praise we lift. Glad for the cause that binds our lives together, Through Thee united, worshiping as one; Glad for the crowning gift that Thou hast given, Sending, to light the world, Thine only Son. Light of the world, through Whom we know the Father! Pour out upon us Thine abiding love, That we may know its depth and height and splendor, That heaven may come to earth from heaven above. Thou art the Christ! To Thee we own allegiance. May our devotion sweep from sea to sea, Even as we, the gift from Thee receiving, Joyfully minister that gift for Thee.

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• [1Yoh 1:5] Heavenly Sunlight

  Walking in sunlight all of my journey; Over the mountains, through the deep vale; Jesus has said, “I’ll never forsake thee,” Promise divine that never can fail. Refrain Heavenly sunlight, heavenly sunlight, Flooding my soul with glory divine: Hallelujah, I am rejoicing, Singing His praises, Jesus is mine. Shadows around me, shadows above me, Never conceal my Savior and Guide; He is the Light, in Him is no darkness; Ever I’m walking close to His side. Refrain In the bright sunlight, ever rejoicing, Pressing my way to mansions above; Singing His praises gladly I’m walking, Walking in sunlight, sunlight of love. Refrain

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• [1Yoh 1:5] Holy Spirit, Lord Of Light

  Holy Spirit, Lord of light, From Thy clear celestial height Thy pure beaming radiance give. Come, Thou Father of the poor, Come with treasures which endure, Come, Thou Light of all that live. Thou, of all consolers best, Thou, the soul’s delightsome Guest, Dost refreshing peace bestow. Thou in toil art comfort sweet, Pleasant coolness in the heat, Solace in the midst of woe. Light immortal, Light divine, Visit Thou these hearts of Thine, And our inmost being fill. If Thou take Thy grace away, Nothing pure in man will stay; All his good is turned to ill. Heal our wounds; our strength renew; On our dryness pour Thy dew; Wash the stains of guilt away. Bend the stubborn heart and will; Melt the frozen, warm the chill; Guide the steps that go astray. Thou, on those who evermore Thee confess and Thee adore, In Thy sevenfold gifts descend: Give them comfort when they die, Give them life with Thee on high; Give them joys that never end.

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• [1Yoh 1:5] Light Of Light, Enlighten Me

  Light of Light, enlighten me, Now anew the day is dawning; Sun of grace, the shadows flee; Brighten Thou my Sabbath morning; With Thy joyous sunshine blest, Happy is my day of rest. Fount of all our joy and peace, To Thy living waters lead me; Thou from earth my soul release, And with grace and mercy feed me; Bless Thy word, that it may prove Rich in fruits that Thou dost love. Kindle Thou the sacrifice That upon my lips is lying; Clear the shadows from my eyes, That, from every error flying, No strange fire may in me glow That Thine altar doth not know. Let me with my heart today, Holy, Holy, Holy singing, Rapt awhile from earth away, All my soul to Thee upbringing, Have a foretaste inly given How they worship Thee in heaven. Rest in me, and I in Thee; Build a paradise within me; O reveal Thyself to me, Blessèd Love, who diedst to win me; Fed from Thine exhaustless urn, Pure and bright my lamp shall burn. Hence all care, all vanity, For the day to God is holy; Come, Thou glorious majesty, Deign to fill this temple lowly; Naught today my soul shall move, Simply resting in Thy love.

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• [1Yoh 1:5] O God Of Light

  O God of light, O God of love, Shine on my soul from Heaven above! Let sin appear in Thy pure ray As black as on the judgment day; Let perfect love apply the test, And all that’s wrong make manifest. O take Thy plummet and Thy line, Apply them to this heart of mine, And thus reveal each crooked place, By contrast with true righteousness! Let holy truth condemn each sham; Show what Thou art, and what I am. O smite and spare not, faithful God! A Father’s hand still holds the rod; O make my sin-stained conscience smart, And write Thy law upon my heart So plainly, that my will shall bow In full surrender, here and now! Work on in me Thy perfect will, In me Thy promise, Lord, fulfill; O make me quick to fight for Thee, And set my soul in liberty! My soul can rest in nothing less Than in a spotless holiness.

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• [1Yoh 1:5] O Light That Knew No Dawn

  O Light that knew no dawn, That shines to endless day, All things in earth and Heav’n Are lustered by Thy ray; No eye can to Thy throne ascend, Nor mind Thy brightness comprehend. Thy grace, O Father, give, That I might serve in fear; Above all boons, I pray, Grant me Thy voice to hear; From sin Thy child in mercy free, And let me dwell in light with Thee. That, cleansed from stain of sin, I may meet homage give; And pure in heart, behold Thy beauty while I live; Clean hands in holy worship raise, And Thee, O Christ my Savior, praise. In supplication meek To Thee I bend the knee; O Christ, when Thou shalt come, In love remember me, And in Thy kingdom, by Thy grace, Grant me a humble servant’s place. Thy grace, O Father, give, I humbly Thee implore; And let Thy mercy bless Thy servant more and more. All grace and glory be to Thee, From age to age eternally.

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• [1Yoh 1:5] O Unity Of Threefold Light

  O Unity of threefold light, Send out Thy loveliest ray, Add scatter our transgressions’ night, And turn it into day; Make us those temples pure and fair Thy glory loveth well, The spotless tabernacles, where Thou may’st vouchsafe to dwell. The glorious hosts of peerless might, That ever see Thy face, Thou mak’st the mirrors of Thy light, The vessels of Thy grace. Thou, when their wondrous strains they weave, Hast pleasure in the lay: Deign thus our praises to receive, Albeit from lips of clay. And yet Thyself they cannot know, Nor pierce the veil of light That hides Thee from the thrones below, As in profoundest night. How then can mortal accents frame Due tribute to their King? Thou, only, while we praise Thy Name, Forgive us as we sing.

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