Philippa Banya Program

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! O what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood (Chorus) This is my story, this is my song Praising my Savior all the day long This is my story, this is my song Praising my Savior all the day long Perfect submission, perfect delight Visions of rapture now burst on my sight Angels descending bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love Perfect submission, all is at rest I in my Savior am happy and blest Watching and waiting, looking above Filled with His goodness, lost in His love

There's a land that is fairer than day, And by faith we can see it afar; For the Father waits over the way To prepare us a dwelling place there. (Refrain) In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore; In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore. We shall sing on that beautiful shore The melodious songs of the blessed; And our spirits shall sorrow no more, Not a sigh for the blessing of rest. To our bountiful Father above. We will offer our tribute of praise For the glorious gift of His love And the blessings that hallow our days

Refrain: Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! The strife is o’er, the battle done; The victory of life is won; The song of triumph has begun: Alleluia! The pow’rs of death have done their worst; But Christ their legions has dispersed; Let shouts of holy joy outburst: Alleluia! The three sad days are quickly sped; The three sad days are quickly sped; He rises glorious from the dead; All glory to our risen Head: Alleluia! Lord, by the stripes which wounded You, Lord, by the stripes which wounded You,

When peace like a river attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot Thou hast taught me to say, “It is well, it is well with my soul!” It is well with my soul! It is well, it is well with my soul! Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul. My sin — oh, the bliss of this glorious thought — My sin, not in part, but the whole, Is nailed to His Cross, and I bear it no more; Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live; If Jordan about me shall roll, No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul. But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for thy comings We wait. The sky, not the grave, is our goal; Our trump of the angel, Oh voice of the Lord! Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul! And Lord, haste the day when faith shall be sight, the clouds be rolled back as a scroll; The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend. Even so, it is well with my soul

In us You’ve won the vict’ry too, That we may live, and sing to You: Alleluia! Refrain Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

God be with you till we meet again, By His counsels guide, uphold you, With His sheep securely fold you, God be with you till we meet again. Refrain: Till we meet, till we meet, Till we meet at Jesus’ feet; Till we meet, till we meet, God be with you till we meet again.

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Slee O Beloved Sleep on, beloved, sleep and take thy rest, Lay down thy head upon thy Saviour’s breast. We love thee well but Jesus loves thee best, Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. Until our shadows from this earth are cast, Until He gathers in His sheaves at last,

Until the twilight gloom is over past: Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. Until made beautiful by love divine

Thou in the likeness of thy Lord shalt shine, And He will bring that golden crown of thine, Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. Until we meet again before the throne Clothed in the spotless robes He gives His own,

Until we know as we have known: Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.

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