I Sing the Mighty Power of God
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I sing the mighty pow’r of God, that made the mountains rise,�That spread the flowing seas abroad, and built the lofty skies.�I sing the wisdom that ordained the sun to rule the day;�The moon shines full at His command, and all the stars obey.
I sing the goodness of the Lord, who filled the earth with food,�Who formed the creatures through the Word, and then pronounced them good.�Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed, where’er I turn my eye,�If I survey the ground I tread, or gaze upon the sky.
There’s not a plant or flow’r below, but makes Thy glories known,�And clouds arise, and tempests blow, by order from Thy throne;�Creatures that borrow life from Thee are subject to Thy care;�And everywhere that we can be, Thou, God, art present there.
I Must Tell Jesus
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I must tell Jesus all of my trials;�I cannot bear these burdens alone;�In my distress He kindly will help me;�He ever loves and cares for His own.
I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus!�I cannot bear my burdens alone;�I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus!� Jesus can help me, Jesus alone.
I must tell Jesus all of my troubles;�He is a kind, compassionate Friend;�If I but ask Him, He will deliver,�And in my griefs with me He will blend.
Tempted and tried I need a great Savior,�One who can help my burdens to bear;�I must tell Jesus, I must tell Jesus;�He all my cares and sorrows will share,
O how the world to evil allures me!�O how my heart is tempted to sin!�I must tell Jesus; He will enable�Over the world the vic’try to win.