All Praise to Thee (Repost)

All praise to Thee, eternal Lord,
clothed in a garb of flesh and blood.
Choosing a manger for Thy throne, 
while worlds and worlds are Thine alone.

A little child, Thou wast our guest,
yet in Thy love our hearts find rest.
Humble and lowly was Thy birth, 
that we might rise to heaven from earth.

All this Thy love for us hath done,
by this our love to Thee is won.
For this we tune our cheerful lays 
and shout our thanks in ceaseless praise.

fpn/1969
This was written as a song. For a copy of the music, contact Joyce


Artwork: "Adoration of the Shepherds" by Gerard van Honthorst, 1622, from Wikimedia Commons

Sing Praise

Words and music by Albert Singbush
Harmony and editing by F.P. Nickel

God sent His precious Son to earth 
that He might dwell with men;
and die upon the cruel 
cross to save us from our sin!
Sing praise (hallelujah)
Praise (hallelujah)
Praise to His wonderful name.

He healed the sick and raised the dead,
many wonderful works did He;
while walking in the Light of God, 
His Blood avails for me!
Sing praise (hallelujah)
Praise (hallelujah)
Praise to His wonderful name.

Though tried and tested as we are,
yet never did He sin;
and those who own Him as their Lord, 
the victory shall win.
Sing praise (hallelujah)
Praise (hallelujah)
Praise to His wonderful name.

Yes, Jesus is my Saviour, my Redeemer,
the Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End;
the perfect Lamb of God is He, 
that taketh away the sin of the world;
Sing praise (hallelujah)
Praise (hallelujah)
Praise to His wonderful name.

fpn/undated

This is written as a song. If you would like a copy of the music, please contact Joyce.

Picture: El Greco: Christ Healing the Blind, [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

All Praise to Thee

All praise to Thee, eternal Lord,
clothed in a garb of flesh and blood.
Choosing a manger for Thy throne, 
while worlds and worlds and Thine alone.

A little child, Thou wast our guest,
yet in Thy love our hearts find rest.
Humble and lowly was Thy birth, 
that we might rise to heaven from earth.

All this Thy love for us hath done,
by this our love to Thee is won.
For this we tune our cheerful lays 
and shout our thanks in ceaseless praise.

fpn/1969
This was written as a song. For a copy of the music, contact Joyce


Picture: "Adoration of the Shepherds" by Gerard van Honthorst, 1622, from Wikimedia Commons

Thy Praise We Sing (Table Grace)

Thy praise we sing; our thanks we bring,
O God, Thou gracious Giver;
Thy mercies great we contemplate,
Almighty to deliver!

Let words be kind, grant peace of mind;
rule out all thoughts distressing;
to every good, and this our food,
we pray Thee, add Thy blessing!

Amen.

fpn/1972

This is available as a song. For a copy of the music, contact Joyce.



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Oh Lord My God

Oh, Lord, my God, the source of true fulfillment,
the sum and substance of abundant life!
My peace of mind, my joy and deep contentment
within a world of turmoil and of strife.

My drive, my hope, my fondest expectation
when pressures mount and those about give way.
My wisdom, righteousness and full redemption,
the Christ of God, who died sins penalty to pay.

Oh, Lord, my God, through Jesus Christ my Saviour,
the great “I AM,” majestic in Thy ways.
My coming King, with power and great glory;
be Thou exalted, Lord, most worthy of all praise!

fpn/undated



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The Strength of My Life

The Lord is my light
and I will walk with confidence.
He is my salvation,
from every foe, my sure defence.

The strength of my life!
The strength of my life!
The strength of my life!
Of whom shall I be afraid?

The Lord is my light
and He commands the victory.
Though a host assail me, 
at His rebuke, they turn and flee.

The strength of my life!
The strength of my life!
The strength of my life!
Of whom shall I be afraid?

The Lord is my light
and I will praise His holy name.
Enter His pavilion
and there His mighty deeds proclaim!

The strength of my life!
The strength of my life!
The strength of my life!
Of whom shall I be afraid?

fpn/January 1987

This poem is set to music. If you would like a copy, contact Joyce.



Photo Credit: Joyce Rempel, taken at Pacific Rim National Park Reserve, Ucluelet, BC, Canada

Thrilled with the Goodness of God

Depth of mercy, oh where shall I start,
the dimensions of grace to impart?
Oh how blessed the peace,
and how sweet the release,
since Jesus came into my heart.

Where, oh where, shall my praises begin,
for the One who has saved me from sin?
Tongues of angels and men,
or the most graphic pen,
could not tell what I feel deep within!

Access into this grace, yes, ’tis true;
what I ask in His name, He will do.
If His will is my choice,
I shall hear His sweet voice,
speaking peace and assurance anew.

And the glorious prospect before:
I shall see Him, the one I adore;
with that jubilant throng,
join in praises and song,
where we’ll tell of His grace evermore!

I am thrilled with the goodness of God,
Yes, I’m thrilled with the goodness of God;
from sin’s slavery and loss
was redeemed at the cross,
where the innocent Lamb shed His blood.

Oh, the blessings of life that are mine
and eternity’s hope so sublime!
Overwhelmed by His love,
I have life from above.
I am thrilled with the goodness of God.

fpn/undated


Published as poem #53 in Contemporary Psalms
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Consecration

by Frank P. Nickel

Lord, I want to qualify
for your “Well done!” when I die,
letting others see that I
LOVE the living Christ!

Let me always prove I’m true,
filled with grace and knowledge, too,
so by what I say and do,
SHOW the living Christ!

Let me shun the praise of man,
keeping low—by grace I can—
walking humbly by Your plan,
PRAISE the living Christ!

Not for earthly gain or ease,
or to sail the seven seas,
but by conquest on my knees,
CROWN the living Christ!

Oh, for pow’r to win the lost,
win them now whate’er the cost,
watching, praying at my post,
SERVE the living Christ!

May I not procrastinate
and in witnessing be late,
but with souls of dreadful fate
SHARE the living Christ!

He’s the lamb, He came to save,
willingly His life He gave,
rose in triumph from the grave,
HE’S THE LIVING CHRIST!

Published as Poem #17 in Contemporary Psalms

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