Children's Services

Verse 1

Around the throne of God in heaven
Thousands of children stand,
Children whose sins are all forgiven,
A holy, happy band,

Refrain

Singing, “Glory, glory,
Glory be to God on high.”

Verse 2

In flowing robes of spotless white
See every one arrayed;
Dwelling in everlasting light
And joys that never fade,
Singing, “Glory be to God on high.”

Verse 3

What brought them to that world above,
That heaven so bright and fair,
Where all is peace, and joy, and love,
How came those children there,
Singing, “Glory be to God on high?”

Verse 4

Because the Saviour shed His blood
To wash away their sin,
Bathed in that pure and precious flood,
Behold them white and clean,
Singing, “Glory be to God on high.”

Verse 5

On earth they sought the Saviour’s grace,
On earth they loved His Name,
So now they see His blessed face,
And stand before the Lamb,
Singing, “Glory be to God on high.”

Verse 1

Brightly gleams our banner,
Pointing to the sky,
Waving on Christ’s soldiers
To their home on high.
Marching through the desert,
Gladly thus we pray,
Still with hearts united,
Singing on our way.
Brightly gleams our banner,
Pointing to the sky,
Waving on Christ’s soldiers
To their home on high.

Verse 2

Jesus, Lord and Master,
At Thy sacred feet,
Here, with hearts rejoicing,
See Thy children meet.
Often have we left Thee,
Often gone astray;
Keep us, mighty Saviour,
In the narrow way.
Brightly gleams, etc.

Verse 3

Pattern of our childhood,
Once Thyself a child,
Make our childhood holy,
Pure, and meek, and mild.
In the hour of danger
Whither can we flee,
Save to Thee, dear Saviour,
Only unto Thee?
Brightly gleams, etc.

Verse 4

All our days direct us,
In the way we go;
Crown us still victorious
Over every foe:
Bid Thine angels shield us
When the storm-clouds lower;
Pardon Thou and save us
In the last dread hour.
Brightly gleams, etc.

Verse 5

Then with saints and angels
May we join above,
Offering prayers and praises
At Thy throne of love.
When the march is over,
Then come rest and peace,
Jesus in His beauty,
Songs that never cease.
Brightly gleams, etc.

Verse 1

“From heaven above to earth I come,
To bear good news to every home;
Glad tidings of great joy I bring,
Whereof I now will say and sing:

Verse 2

“To you, this night, is born a Child
Of Mary, chosen mother mild;
This little Child, of lowly birth,
Shall be the Joy of all your earth.”

Verse 3

“’Tis Christ, our God, who far on high
Hath heard your sad and bitter cry;
Himself will your Salvation be,
Himself from sin will make you free.”

Verse 4

Welcome to earth, Thou noble Guest,
Through whom e’en wicked men are blest!
Thou com’st to share our misery;
What can we render, Lord, to Thee?

Verse 5

Ah, dearest Jesus, Holy Child,
Make Thee a bed, soft, undefiled,
Within my heart, that it may be
A quiet chamber kept for Thee.

Verse 6

My heart for very joy doth leap,
My lips no more can silence keep,
I too must sing with joyful tongue
That sweetest ancient cradle-song:

Verse 7

Glory to God in highest heaven,
Who unto man His Son hath given,
While angels sing with pious mirth
A glad New Year to all the earth.

Verse 1

Golden harps are sounding,
Angel voices ring,
Pearly gates are opened,
Opened for the King:
Christ, the King of Glory,
Jesus, King of love,
Is gone up in triumph
To His throne above.
All His work is ended,
Joyfully we sing;
Jesus hath ascended:
Glory to our King!

Verse 2

He who came to save us,
He who bled and died,
Now is crowned with glory
At His Father’s side;
Never more to suffer,
Never more to die,
Jesus, King of Glory,
Is gone up on high.
All His work is ended, etc.

Verse 3

Praying for His children
In that blessed place,
Calling them to glory,
Sending them His grace;
His bright home preparing,
Faithful ones, for you;
Jesus ever liveth,
Ever loveth too.
All His work is ended, etc.

Verse 1

Great Giver of all good,
To Thee our thanks we yield
For all the beauties of the wood,
Of hill, and dale, and field.

Verse 2

Ten thousand various flowers
To Thee sweet offerings bear,
And joyous birds in woodland bowers
Sing forth Thy tender care.

Verse 3

The fields on every side,
The trees on every hill,
The glorious sun, the rolling tide,
Proclaim Thy wonders still.

Verse 4

But trees, and fields, and skies
Still praise a God unknown;
For gratitude and love can rise
From living hearts alone.

Verse 5

These living hearts of ours
Thy holy Name would bless;
The blossoms of the thousand flowers
Would please the Saviour less.

Verse 6

While earth itself decays,
Our souls can never die;
O tune them all to sing Thy praise
In better songs on high.

Verse 1

Here, Lord, we offer Thee all that is fairest,
Bloom from the garden, and flowers from the field;
Gifts for the stricken ones, knowing Thou carest
More for the love than the wealth that we yield.

Verse 2

Send, Lord, by these to the sick and the dying,
Speak to their hearts with a message of peace;
Comfort the sad, who in weakness are lying,
Grant the departing a gentle release.

Verse 3

Raise, Lord, to health again those who have sickened,
Fair be their lives as the roses in bloom;
Give of Thy grace to the souls Thou hast quickened,
Gladness for sorrow, and brightness for gloom.

Verse 4

We, Lord, like flowers, must bloom and must wither;
We, like these blossoms, must fade and must die;
Gather us, Lord, to Thy bosom for ever,
Grant us a place in Thy house in the sky.

Verse 1

How shall the young secure their hearts,
And guard their lives from sin?
Thy word the choicest rules imparts
To keep the conscience clean.

Verse 2

When once it enters to the mind,
It spreads such light abroad,
The meanest souls instruction find,
And raise their thoughts to God.

Verse 3

’Tis like the sun, a heavenly light
That guides us all the day;
And, through the dangers of the night,
A lamp to lead our way.

Verse 4

Thy precepts make me truly wise;
I hate the sinner’s road;
I hate my own vain thoughts that rise,
But love Thy law, my God.

Verse 5

Thy word is everlasting truth;
How pure is every page!
That holy book shall guide our youth,
And well support our age.

Verse 1

Hushed was the evening hymn,
The temple courts were dark;
The lamp was burning dim
Before the sacred ark;
When suddenly a voice Divine
Rang through the silence of the shrine.

Verse 2

The old man, meek and mild,
The priest of Israel, slept;
His watch the temple-child,
The little Levite, kept;
And what from Eli’s sense was sealed
The Lord to Hannah’s son revealed.

Verse 3

O give me Samuel’s ear,
The open ear, O Lord,
Alive and quick to hear
Each whisper of Thy word,
Like him to answer at Thy call,
And to obey Thee first of all.

Verse 4

O give me Samuel’s heart,
A lowly heart, that waits
Where in Thy house Thou art,
Or watches at Thy gates;
By day and night, a heart that still
Moves at the breathing of Thy will.

Verse 5

O give me Samuel’s mind,
A sweet unmurmuring faith,
Obedient and resigned
To Thee in life and death,
That I may read with childlike eyes
Truths that are hidden from the wise.

Verse 1

I love to tell the story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love.
I love to tell the story,
Because I know it’s true;
It satisfies my longings
As nothing else would do.

Refrain

I love to tell the story,
’Twill be my theme in glory,
To tell the old, old story
Of Jesus and His love.

Verse 2

I love to tell the story;
More wonderful it seems
Than all the golden fancies
Of all our golden dreams.
I love to tell the story,
It did so much for me;
And that is just the reason
I tell it now to thee.
I love to tell, etc.

Verse 3

I love to tell the story;
‘T is pleasant to repeat
What seems, each time I tell it,
More wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the story,
For some have never heard
The message of salvation
From God’s own holy word.
I love to tell, etc.

Verse 4

I love to tell the story;
For those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting
To hear it, like the rest.
And when, in scenes of glory,
I sing the new, new song,
’Twill be the old, old story
That I have loved so long.
I love to tell, etc.

Verse 1

I love to tell the story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His Glory,
Of Jesus and His Love!
I love to tell the story,
Because I know it’s true;
It satisfies my longings
As nothing else would do.

Refrain

I love to tell the story,
’Twill be my theme in glory,
To tell the Old, Old Story
Of Jesus and His Love.

Verse 2

I love to tell the story;
More wonderful it seems
Than all the golden fancies
Of all our golden dreams.
I love to tell the story,
It did so much for me;
And that is just the reason
I tell it now to thee.
I love to tell, etc.

Verse 3

I love to tell the story;
‘T is pleasant to repeat
What seems, each time I tell it,
More wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the story,
For some have never heard
The message of salvation
From God’s own holy word.
I love to tell, etc.

Verse 4

I love to tell the story;
For those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting
To hear it, like the rest.
And when, in scenes of glory,
I sing the new, new song,
’Twill be the old, old story
That I have loved so long.
I love to tell, etc.

Verse 1

Jesus, meek and gentle,
Son of God Most High,
Pitying, loving Saviour,
Hear Thy children’s cry.

Verse 2

Pardon our offences,
Loose our captive chains,
Break down every idol
Which our soul detains.

Verse 3

Give us holy freedom,
Fill our hearts with love;
Draw us, Holy Jesus,
To the realms above.

Verse 4

Lead us on our journey,
Be Thyself the Way
Through terrestrial darkness
To celestial day.

Verse 5

Jesus, meek and gentle,
Son of God Most High,
Pitying, loving Saviour,
Hear Thy children’s cry.

Verse 1

Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.

Verse 2

Now the darkness gathers,
Stars begin to peep,
Birds, and beasts, and flowers
Soon will be asleep.

Verse 3

Jesus, give the weary
Calm and sweet repose;
With Thy tenderest blessing
May mine eyelids close.

Verse 4

Grant to little children
Visions bright of Thee;
Guard the sailors, tossing
On the deep blue sea.

Verse 5

Comfort every sufferer
Watching late in pain;
Those who plan some evil
From their sin restrain.

Verse 6

Through the long night-watches
May Thine angels spread
Their white wings above me,
Watching round my bed.

Verse 7

When the morning wakens,
Then may I arise
Pure, and fresh, and sinless
In Thy holy eyes.

Verse 8

Glory to the Father,
Glory to the Son,
And to Thee, blest Spirit,
Whilst all ages run.

Verse 1

Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.

Verse 2

Now the darkness gathers,
Stars begin to peep,
Birds, and beasts, and flowers
Soon will be asleep.

Verse 3

Jesus, give the weary
Calm and sweet repose;
With Thy tenderest blessing
May mine eyelids close.

Verse 4

Grant to little children
Visions bright of Thee;
Guard the sailors, tossing
On the deep blue sea.

Verse 5

Comfort every sufferer
Watching late in pain;
Those who plan some evil
From their sin restrain.

Verse 6

Through the long night-watches
May Thine angels spread
Their white wings above me,
Watching round my bed.

Verse 7

When the morning wakens,
Then may I arise
Pure, and fresh, and sinless
In Thy holy eyes.

Verse 8

Glory to the Father,
Glory to the Son,
And to Thee, blest Spirit,
Whilst all ages run.

Verse 1

Once in royal David’s city
Stood a lowly cattle-shed,
Where a mother laid her Baby
In a manger for His bed:
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ her little Child.

Verse 2

He came down to earth from heaven
Who is God and Lord of all,
And His shelter was a stable,
And His cradle was a stall:
With the poor, and mean, and lowly,
Lived on earth our Saviour Holy.

Verse 3

And, through all His wondrous childhood,
He would honor, and obey,
Love, and watch the lowly maiden
In whose gentle arms He lay:
Christian children all must be
Mild, obedient, good as He.

Verse 4

For He is our childhood’s Pattern,
Day by day like us He grew,
He was little, weak, and helpless,
Tears and smiles like us He knew:
And He feeleth for our sadness,
And He shareth in our gladness.

Verse 5

And our eyes at last shall see Him,
Through His own redeeming love;
For that Child so dear and gentle
Is our Lord in heaven above,
And He leads his children on
To the place where He is gone.

Verse 6

Not in that poor lowly stable,
With the oxen standing by,
We shall see Him, but in heaven,
Set at God’s right hand on high;
When like stars His children crowned
All in white shall wait around.

Verse 1

On wings of living light,
At earliest dawn of day,
Came down the angel bright,
And rolled the stone away.
Your voices raise
With one accord
To bless and praise
Your risen Lord.

Verse 2

The keepers watching near,
At that dread sight and sound,
Fell down with sudden fear,
Like dead men, to the ground.
Your voices raise, etc.

Verse 3

Then rose from death’s dark gloom,
Unseen by mortal eye,
Triumphant o’er the tomb,
The Lord of earth and sky.
Your voices raise, etc.

Verse 4

Ye children of the light,
Arise with Him, arise:
See, how the Day-star bright
Is burning in the skies!
Your voices raise, etc.

Verse 5

Leave in the grave beneath
The old things passed away;
Buried with Him in death,
O live with Him to-day.
Your voices raise, etc.

Verse 6

We sing Thee, Lord Divine,
With all our hearts and powers;
For we are ever Thine,
And Thou art ever ours.
Your voices raise, etc.

Verse 1

Rejoice, ye pure in heart,
Rejoice, give thanks and sing;
Your festal banner wave on high,
The cross of Christ your King.

Refrain

Rejoice, rejoice,
Rejoice, give thanks and sing.

Verse 2

Bright youth and snow-crowned age,
Strong men and maidens meek,
Raise high your free, exulting song,
God’s wondrous praises speak.

Verse 3

With all the angel choirs,
With all the saints on earth,
Pour out the strains of joy and bliss,
True rapture, noblest mirth!

Verse 4

Your clear hosannas raise,
And alleluias loud;
Whilst answering echoes upward float,
Like wreaths of incense cloud.

Verse 5

Yes, on through life’s long path,
Still chanting as ye go;
From youth to age, by night and day,
In gladness and in woe.

Verse 6

Still lift your standard high,
Still march in firm array;
As warriors through the darkness toil
Till dawns the golden day.

Verse 7

At last the march shall end,
The wearied ones shall rest,
The pilgrims find their Father’s house,
Jerusalem the blest.

Verse 8

Then on, ye pure in heart,
Rejoice, give thanks, and sing;
Your glorious banner wave on high,
The cross of Christ your King.

Verse 1

Saviour, like a shepherd lead us,
Much we need Thy tender care;
In Thy pleasant pastures feed us,
For our use Thy folds prepare:
Blessed Jesus, Blessed Jesus,
Thou hast bought us, Thine we are.

Verse 2

We are Thine; do Thou befriend us,
Be the Guardian of our way;
Keep Thy flock, from sin defend us,
Seek us when we go astray:
Blessed Jesus,
Hear the children, when they pray.

Verse 3

Thou hast promised to receive us,
Poor and sinful though we be;
Thou hast mercy to relieve us,
Grace to cleanse, and power to free:
Blessed Jesus,
Early let us turn to Thee.

Verse 4

Early let us seek Thy favor;
Early let us do Thy will;
Blessed Lord and only Saviour,
With Thy love our bosoms fill:
Blessed Jesus,
Thou hast loved us, love us still.

Verse 1

Saviour, like a shepherd lead us,
Much we need Thy tender care;
In Thy pleasant pastures feed us,
For our use Thy folds prepare:
Blessed Jesus, Blessed Jesus,
Thou hast bought us, Thine we are.

Verse 2

We are Thine; do Thou befriend us,
Be the Guardian of our way;
Keep Thy flock, from sin defend us,
Seek us when we go astray:
Blessed Jesus,
Hear the children, when they pray.

Verse 3

Thou hast promised to receive us,
Poor and sinful though we be;
Thou hast mercy to relieve us,
Grace to cleanse, and power to free:
Blessed Jesus,
Early let us turn to Thee.

Verse 4

Early let us seek Thy favor;
Early let us do Thy will;
Blessed Lord and only Saviour,
With Thy love our bosoms fill:
Blessed Jesus,
Thou hast loved us, love us still.

Verse 1

Saviour, teach me, day by day,
Love’s sweet lesson,—to obey;
Sweeter lesson cannot be,
Loving Him who first loved me.

Verse 2

With a child’s glad heart of love,
At Thy bidding may I move;
Prompt to serve and follow Thee,
Loving Him who first loved me.

Verse 3

Teach me thus Thy steps to trace,
Strong to follow in Thy grace;
Learning how to love from Thee,
Loving Him who first loved me.

Verse 4

Love in loving finds employ,
In obedience all her joy;
Ever new that joy will be,
Loving Him who first loved me.

Verse 5

Though a foolish child and weak,
More than this I need not seek;
Singing, till Thy face I see,
Of His love who first loved me.

Verse 1

Standing at the portal
Of the opening year,
Words of comfort meet us,
Hushing every fear;
Spoken through the silence
By our Father’s voice,
Tender, strong, and faithful,
Making us rejoice.
Onward, then, and fear not,
Children of the day;
For His word shall never,
Never pass away.

Verse 2

“I, the Lord, am with thee,
Be thou not afraid;
I will help and strengthen,
Be thou not dismayed.
Yea, I will uphold thee
With My own right hand;
Thou art called and chosen
In My sight to stand.”
Onward, etc.

Verse 3

For the year before us,
O what rich supplies!
For the poor and needy
Living streams shall rise;
For the sad and sinful
Shall His grace abound;
For the faint and feeble
Perfect strength be found.
Onward, etc.

Verse 4

He will never fail us,
He will not forsake;
His eternal covenant
He will never break.
Resting on His promise,
What have we to fear?
God is all-sufficient
For the coming year.
Onward, etc.

Verse 1

There is a green hill far away,
Without a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.

Verse 2

We may not know, we cannot tell,
What pains He had to bear;
But we believe it was for us
He hung and suffered there.

Verse 3

He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heaven,
Saved by His precious blood.

Verse 4

There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;
He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven, and let us in.

Verse 5

O dearly, dearly has He loved,
And we must love Him too,
And trust in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do.

Verse 1

There is a green hill far away,
Without a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.

Verse 2

We may not know, we cannot tell,
What pains He had to bear;
But we believe it was for us
He hung and suffered there.

Verse 3

He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heaven,
Saved by His precious blood.

Verse 4

There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;
He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven, and let us in.

Verse 5

O dearly, dearly has He loved,
And we must love Him too,
And trust in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do.

Verse 1

Thine are all the gifts, O God,
Thine the broken bread;
Let the naked feet be shod,
And the starving fed.

Verse 2

Let Thy children, by Thy grace,
Give as Thou aboundst,
Till the poor have breathing-space,
And the lost are found.

Verse 3

Wiser than the miser’s hoards
Is the giver’s choice;
Sweeter than the song of birds
Is the thankful voice.

Verse 4

Welcome smiles on faces sad
As the flowers of spring:
Let the tender hearts be glad
With the joy they bring.

Verse 5

Happier for their pity’s sake
Make their sports and plays,
And from lips of childhood take
Thy perfected praise.

Verse 1

We plough the fields, and scatter
The good seed on the land,
But it is fed and watered
By God’s almighty hand;
He sends the snow in winter,
The warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes and the sunshine,
And soft refreshing rain.

Refrain

All good gifts around us
Are sent from heaven above;
Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord
For all His love.

Verse 2

He only is the Maker
Of all things near and far;
He paints the wayside flower,
He lights the evening star;
The winds and waves obey Him,
By Him the birds are fed;
Much more to us, His children,
He gives our daily bread.
All good gifts, etc.

Verse 3

We thank Thee, then, O Father,
For all things bright and good,
The seed-time and the harvest,
Our life, our health, our food:
No gifts have we to offer,
For all Thy love imparts,
But that which Thou desirest,
Our humble, thankful hearts.
All good gifts, etc.

Verse 1

When His salvation bringing,
To Zion Jesus came,
The children all stood singing
Hosanna to His Name:
Nor did their zeal offend Him,
But, as He rode along,
He let them still attend Him,
And smiled to hear their song.

Verse 2

And since the Lord retaineth
His love for children still,
Though now as King He reigneth
On Zion’s heavenly hill,
We’ll flock around His banner
Who sits upon His throne,
And cry aloud, “Hosanna
To David’s royal Son!”

Verse 3

For should we fail proclaiming
Our great Redeemer’s praise,
The stones, our silence shaming,
Would their Hosannas raise.
But shall we only render
The tribute of our words?
No; while our hearts are tender,
They too shall be the Lord’s.