“Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you.”
Jas 4:8, KJV

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What Have We Done Today?

December 18th, 2016
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Lyrics: Nixon D. Waterman
Music: Thomas Miles Bowdish

We shall do so much in the years to come,
But what have we done today?
We shall give our gold in a princely sum,
But what did we give today?
We shall lift the heart, and dry the tear,
We shall plant a hope in the place of fear,
We shall speak the words of love and cheer,
But what did we speak today?

We shall be so kind in the after-while,
But what have we been today?
We shall bring to each lonely life a smile,
But what have we brought today?
We shall give to truth a grander birth,
And to steadfast faith a deeper worth,
We shall feed the hungering souls of earth,
But whom have we fed today?

We shall reap such joys in the by and by,
But what have we sown today?
We shall build us mansions in the sky,
But what have we built today?
’Tis sweet in idle dreams to bask,
But here and now do we do our task?
Yes, this is the thing our souls must ask—
O, what have we done today?

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Christians, Awake, Salute The Happy Morn

December 1st, 2016
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If you are in Singapore, do join us for our Christmas Gospel Services and regular Sunday church services.

Lyrics: John Byrom
Music: John Wainright

Christians, awake, salute the happy morn
Whereon the Savior of the world was born.
Rise to adore the mystery of love
Which hosts of angels chanted from above,
With them the joyful tidings first begun
Of God incarnate and the virgin’s son.

Then to the watchful shepherds it was told,
Who heard th’angelic herald’s voice, “Behold,
I bring good tidings of a Savior’s birth
To you and all the nations of the earth;
This day hath God fulfilled His promised Word;
This day is born a Savior, Christ the Lord.”

Then may we hope, th’angelic hosts among,
To sing, redeemed, a glad triumphal song.
He that was born upon this joyful day
Around us all His glory shall display.
Saved by His love, incessantly we sing
Eternal praise to Heav’n’s almighty king.

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The Great Physician

November 27th, 2016
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Why did Jesus cure some people by using spit and touching them? For example in Mark 8:22-26, a blind man was cured by Jesus’ spit! Find out here.

Lyrics: William Hunter
Music: John H. Stockton

The great Physician now is near,
The sympathizing Jesus;
He speaks the drooping heart to cheer,
Oh, hear the voice of Jesus.

Refrain:
Sweetest note in seraph song,
Sweetest name on mortal tongue;
Sweetest carol ever sung,
Jesus, blessed Jesus.

Your many sins are all forgiv’n,
Oh, hear the voice of Jesus;
Go on your way in peace to heav’n,
And wear a crown with Jesus.

All glory to the dying Lamb!
I now believe in Jesus;
I love the blessed Savior’s name,
I love the name of Jesus.

His name dispels my guilt and fear,
No other name but Jesus;
Oh, how my soul delights to hear
The charming name of Jesus.

And when to that bright world above,
We rise to see our Jesus,
We’ll sing around the throne of love
His name, the name of Jesus.

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Lord, Here I Take My Cross

October 12th, 2016
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Lyrics: S. H. Tow
Music: Antonin Dvorak

Lord, here I take my cross now to follow Thee,
Worldly gain, empty fame are but dross to me.
Men may sneer, men may jeer, pain may come or stay;
Naught can cause me to stray from the narrow way,
Thro’ His word, by His grace, I would faithful be;
Till at last I reach home, there’s a crown for me,
A bright crown for me, Yes, a crown for me.

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Work For The Night Is Coming

October 8th, 2016
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Lyrics: Annie L. Coghill
Music: Lowell Mason

Work, for the night is coming,
Work through the morning hours;
Work while the dew is sparkling,
Work ’mid springing flowers;
Work when the day grows brighter,
Work in the glowing sun;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man’s work is done.

Work, for the night is coming,
Work through the sunny noon;
Fill brightest hours with labor,
Rest comes sure and soon.
Give every flying minute,
Something to keep in store;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man works no more.

Work, for the night is coming,
Under the sunset skies;
While their bright tints are glowing,
Work, for daylight flies.
Work till the last beam fadeth,
Fadeth to shine no more;
Work, while the night is darkening,
When man’s work is o’er.

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