As morning dawns and evenings fadesYou inspire songs of praiseThat rise from earth to touch Your heartAnd glorify Your name Your name, is a strong and mighty towerYour name, is a shelter like no otherYour name, let the nations sing it louder‘Cause nothing has the power to saveBut Your name Your namePaul Baloche
You have turned my mourning into dancing; you have taken off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, so that my soul may praise you and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever. Psalm 31:11-12 NRSV
Sing, bet und geh auf Gottes Wegen, verricht das Deine nur getreuund trau des Himmels reichem Segen,so wird er bei dir werden neu.Denn welcher seine Zuversichtauf Gott setzt, den verlässt er nicht. Wer nur den lieben Gott lässt waltenGeorg Neumark Sing, pray and go on God’s way,Perform your part only faithfullyand trust in the rich blessing …
Once again she (Ronia) hid her face against Lovis’s knee and made her rough yellow gown wet with silent tears. Night and darkness had fallen; even the worst days come to an end. … … But Lovis sang, and the world became as it should be. Ronia sank into the deep peace of childhood, and with …
The story of Mio and Pompoo lost track of each other in “The Deepest Cave in the Blackest Mountain” I (Mio) rose up from the ground and something fell out of my pocket. It was the little wooden flute that Nonno had carved for me. My flute, that I had played around the campfire on Greenfields …
Yes, praise, that was the right answer.The men in the fiery furnace – hadn’t they sung from the depths too? And hadn’t the star risen again and again in all inner distress – looking up to God. Original Text: Ja, Lob, das war die rechte Antwort. Die Männer im Feuerofen – hatten die nicht auch …
When this poor lisping, stammering tongueLies silent in the grave,Then in a nobler, sweeter song,I’ll sing Thy power to save. There is a fountain filled with bloodWilliam Cowper
In mein gar zu dunkles LebenStrahlte einst ein süßes Bild;Nun das süße Bild erblichen,Bin ich gänzlich nachtumhüllt. Wenn die Kinder sind im Dunkeln,Wird beklommen ihr Gemüt,Und um ihre Angst zu bannen,Singen sie ein lautes Lied. Ich, ein tolles Kind, ich singeJetzo in der Dunkelheit;Klingt das Lied auch nicht ergötzlich,Hats mich doch von Angst befreit. Heinrich …
In a prison About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening to them. Suddenly there was such a violent earthquake that the foundations of the prison were shaken. At once all the prison doors flew open, and everyone’s chains came loose. Acts 16:25-26 NIV
The days getting shorter, the weather getting colder and colder, year is getting closer to its end. I have no excitement anymore and my only wish is to stay healthy and alive for the rest of the day in the year. I have had enough for this year, please just leave me in peace. I …