Our Father, which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, On earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; And forgive us our debts, As we forgive our debtors; ( As we forgive our debtors! ) And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, And the power, and the glory, forever! Amen
Only One can make the valley deep, The mountain high, the oak tree strong, Only One can bless us while we sleep, And give us faith to keep, To keep our whole life long . . .
Only One can hear each prayer we say, And pray that we might learn His way, So has it always been, so shall it always be, As long as we believe in only One. . .
Only one can make the valley deep, The mountain high, the oak tree strong . . . Only one can bless us while we sleep, And give us faith to keep, To keep our whole life long . . .
Rich or poor, no matter who we are, We all are one to only One, So has it always been, so shall it always be, For all eternity, Only One!
Words and Music by Sunny Skylar, Tom Glazer, and Andrew Ackers
Somebody up there likes me, somebody up there cares! Somebody up there knows my fears, and hears my silent prayers!
Talks with me when Im lonely, walks with me when the night is long! Yes, somebody up there likes me, whatever betide me, Hell comfort and guide me, and stand beside me, right or wrong!
Hell stand beside me, right or wrong.
As sure as he likes the stars, the earth and the gentle sea, Im certain that somebody, yes somebody up there likes me!
Lets go to church, next Sunday morning, let's kneel an' pray side by side. Our love will grow, on Sunday morning, if we have the Lord as our guide!
Through the week, you love an' laugh an' labour, but on Sunday . . . don't forget to love thy neighbour!
Lets make a date, for Sunday morning, we'll go to church you and I . . .
Lets go to church, next Sunday morning, we'll see our friends on the way We'll stand and sing, on Sunday morning . . . and I'll hold your hand as we pray!
Through the week, you love an' laugh an' labour, but on Sunday . . . don't forget to love thy neighbour!
Lets go to church, next Sunday morning, let's go through life side by side.
Ho-ly God, we praise Thy Name; Lord of all, we bow be-fore Thee! All on earth Thy scep-ter claim, All in heav-en a-bove a-dore Thee; In-fin-ite Thy vast do-main, Ev-er-last-ing is Thy reign.
Hark! the loud ce-les-tial hymn An-gel choirs a-bove are rais-ing, Cher-u-bim and ser-a-phim, In un-ceas-ing chor-us prais-ing; Fill the heav-ens with sweet ac-cord: Ho-ly, ho-ly, ho-ly, Lord.
Lo! the a-pos-tol-ic train Join the sa-cred Name to hal-low; Pro-phets swell the loud re-frain, And the white-robed mar-tyrs fol-low; And from morn to set of sun, Through the Church the song goes on.
Ho-ly Fa-ther, Ho-ly Son, Ho-ly Spir-it, Three we name Thee; While in es-sence on-ly One, Un-di-vid-ed God we claim Thee; And a-dor-ing bend the knee, While we own the mys-ter-y.
Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens. Lord with me abide! When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me!
Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day. Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away. Change and decay in all around I see; O thou who changest not, abide with me!
I need thy presence ev'ry passing hour. What but thy grace can foil the tempter's pow'r? Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me!
Music by William Henry Monk with lyrics by Henry Francis Lyte, 1861
The hours I spent with Thee, Dear Heart! Or, as a string of pearls to Thee, I count them over, every one apart, My rosary, my rosary . . .
Each hour a pearl, each pearl a prayer, To still a heart in absence wrung, I tell each bead unto the end, And there a cross is hung . . .
O' memories that bless and burn, O' barren gain and bitter loss, I kiss each bead and strive at last to learn, To kiss the cross, Sweet Heart, To kiss the cross . . .
I kiss each bead and strive at last to learn, To kiss the cross, Sweet Heart, To kiss the cross . . . ( to kiss the cross )
A still small voice will speak to you one day. A still small voice will call to you and say, " I am the earth, the sky, the brightest star on high, the tallest tree, the smallest drop of dew." A still small voice one day will say to you!
The still small voice from every voice apart, Will whisper in the language of your heart, " I am the night, the day, the blessing and the way, the dream that keeps a lonely heart aglow!" Once you have heard the word a still small voice will say, your heart will answer, "Yes, I know!"
Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee; Let the water and the blood, From thy wounded side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Save from wrath and make me pure.
Could my tears for ever flow, Could my zeal no languor know. These for sin can not atone; Thou must save and thou alone: In my hand no price I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling.
While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyes shall close in death, When I rise to worlds unknown, And behold thee on thy throne, Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee.
When you come to the end of the day, And the night calls your worries away, Do you ever watch the setting sun, And dream of things that you might have done?
Do you turn from your work with a smile? Do you feel that its all worth the while? As you dream the twilight hours away, When you come to the end of the day!
Music by Frank C. Westphal with lyrics by Gus Kahn
O My God, I am heartily sorry, For having offended Thee, And I detest all my sins, Because I dread the loss of heaven, And the pains of Hell, But most of all because I have offended Thee My God, Who art all good and deserving of all my love, I firmly resolve, with the help of thy grace, To confess my sin, to do penance, And to amend my life, Amen
Ave Maria Gratia plena Maria, gratia plena Maria, gratia plena Ave, ave dominus Dominus tecum Benedicta tu in mulieribus Et benedictus Et benedictus fructus ventris Ventris tuae, Jesus. Ave Maria
Ave Maria Mater Dei Ora pro nobis peccatoribus Ora pro nobis Ora, ora pro nobis peccatoribus Nunc et in hora mortis Et in hora mortis nostrae Et in hora mortis nostrae Et in hora mortis nostrae Ave Maria