Lamplighters

For with the standard of measurement you use [when you do good to others], it will be measured to you in return.

As sin reigned in death, even so might grace reign through righteousness unto eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.

I know not why God’s wondrous grace
to me He hath made known,
nor why, unworthy, Christ in love
redeemed me for His own.

I know not how this saving faith
to me He did impart,
nor how believing in His Word
wrought peace within my heart.

I know not how the Spirit moves,
convincing us of sin,
revealing Jesus through the Word,
creating faith in Him.

I know not when my Lord may come,
at night or noon day fair,
nor if I’ll walk the vale with Him,
or meet Him in the air.

Refrain:
But I know whom I have believed,
and am persuaded that He is able
to keep that which I’ve committed
unto Him against that day.

To be spiritually minded is life and peace.

The disciples went out and preached everywhere, the Lord working with them and confirming the word through the accompanying signs.  Amen.

Through the hands of the apostles many signs and wonders were done among the people; and they were all with one accord.

Silent night, holy night,
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin mother and child!
Holy Infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.

Silent night, holy night,
Darkness flies, all is light;
Shepherds hear the angels sing,
“Alleluia! hail the King!
Christ the Savior is born,
Christ the Savior is born.”

Silent night, holy night,
Son of God, love’s pure light
Radiant beams from Thy holy face,
With the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth,
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth.

Silent night, holy night,
Wondrous star, lend the light;
With the angels let us sing
Alleluia to our King;
Christ the Savior is born,
Christ the Savior is born.

Il est ne, le divin Enfant,
Jouez, hautbois, resonnez, musettes;
Il est ne, le divin Enfant;
Chantons tous son avenement!

Through the ages, prophets told
Of a long-awaited Savior.
Through the ages, prophets told
Of this Child we now behold.

In a humble bed of hay,
How the Baby sweetly slumbers!
In a humble bed of hay
Sleeps our Heav’nly King today.

Child of beauty! Child of grace!
Pure and perfect, Infant holy.
Child of beauty! Child of grace!
Heaven lights His holy face.

As with gladness men of old
Did the guiding star behold;
As with joy they hailed its light,
Leading onward, beaming bright,
So, most gracious Lord, may we
Ever more be led to thee.

Holy Jesus, ev’ry day
Keep us in the narrow way,
And when earthly things are past,
Bring our ransomed souls at last
Where they need no star to guide,
Where no clouds thy glory hide.

In the heav’nly country bright,
Need they no created light;
Thou its light, its joy, its crown,
Thou its sun, which goes not down;
There forever may we sing
Alleluias to our King.

Angels we have heard on high,
Sweetly singing o’er the plains,
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains.

Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome tidings be
Which inspire your heavn’ly song?

See him in a manger laid,
Whom the choirs of angels praise.
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid
While our hearts in love we raise.

Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.