Lily of the Valley

 


                                                                 "A friend loveth at all times."  - Prov. 17:17

                          The Lily of the Valley

I have found a friend in Jesus,
He's everything to me,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul;
The Lily of the Valley, in Him alone I see
All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole.

In sorrow He's my comfort,
In trouble He's my stay,
He tells me every care on Him to roll,
He's the Lily of the valley, the bright and Morning Star,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

He all my grief has taken,
And all my sorrows borne;
In temptation He's my strong and mighty tower;
I have all for Him forsaken, and all my idols torn
From my heart, and now he keeps me by His power.

Tho' all the world forsake me,
And Satan tempts me sore,
Thro' Jesus I shall safely reach the goal,
He's the Lily of the valley, the bright and Morning Star,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

He will never, never leave me,
Nor yet forsake me here,
While I live by faith and do His blessed will;
A wall of fire about me, I've nothing now to fear,
With His manna He my hungry soul shall fill.

Then sweeping up to glory, 
To see His blessed face,
Where rivers of delight shall ever roll,
He's the Lily of the valley, the bright and Morning Star,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

                                                                                   By Charles W. Fry


                        Fill My Cup, Lord
 

Like the woman at the well I was seeking
For things that could not satisfy;
And then I heard my Savior speaking:
Draw from My well that never shall run dry."

There are millions in this world who are craving
The pleasure earthly things afford;
But none can match the wondrous treasure
That I find in Jesus Christ my Lord.

So, my brother, if things this world gave you
Leave hungers that won't pass away,
My blessed Lord will come and save you,
If you kneel to Him and humble pray:

Refrain:

Fill my cup, Lord, I lift it up, Lord!
Come and quench this thirsting of my soul;
Bread of heaven, feed me 'til I want no more--
Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole!

                                                                              By Richard Blanchard

 

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