Oh man how can you blithely pass
This great "remembrance day"?

The King of kings, Eternal God
Came to the world He made

Beloved land,
Your God hath mighty Hand

Can I ever, ever pen
The eyes from which no judgment came?

The bustle of the Christmas shops
The music blaring loud

Sometimes I wonder sadly why
The people do not care

Though man was made by God’s own Hands
Condemned, condemned he surely stands

Didst thou know, oh Bethlehem
When travelers bustled by

It was Thy mercy that looked down on her
Not to condemn

He came alone,
To pay for sin,

In the hustle and bustle and throngs of men
On that long ago Christmas Day

I will proclaim His steadfast Love
That sought me long ago

How can it be that I should be
Sought by almighty God?

Ah world, how could you turn your head
When Jesus came to Earth

The town was full, no room was found
for the simple village maid

The world doth teem with throngs of men
The marching feet drone on

In the brevity of time
out of the endlessness of eternity,

Lost I cried out in repentance
'Lord, please have mercy on me

There was no greater gift that God
Could mercif'ly bestow,

Oh can Thy word still be fulfilled
With fear my courage has been stilled

A Rock within the raging storm
To shelter you, to keep you warm

The altar is broken–no longer they care
For God–or His will–or His word–anywhere

The Master Potter's work cries out,
Behold his hand was here,

Dear God-Thy infinite power and might
Shine forth from the world’s upon our sight

How many times in humble prayer
With calamities–sore hard pressed

I saw the saved ones gather
On Heaven’s blessed shore

Ah what is man, that thou should’st come
And die on Calvary?

Four little words, no more —
     Easy to say;

We sometimes think the sacrifice
Of many a mundane thing

There were so many little things
I gave up Lord to Thee

When the night is endless
And light is never more

He's there within the darkest storm
He's there when you are tired and worn

 He’s there within the darkest storm
He’s there when you are tired and worn

His loving care-a mantle tender warm
To brave the roughest seas, the fiercest storm

Hold on dear child to all My Word doth say
Hold fast dear child, to keep within the way

I do not know the answer
Perplexed I turn to Thee

It seems my feet have wandered
On an awesome precipice

To steer my craft
Amid lifes stormy sea

'Tis marvelous that I may lie,
Within the potters hands,

My child, I long that you may look
To Me, alone, as guide

Why has the Lord so burdened me
With loads of pressing care

I ask for the best of the flock, dear child
The offering you give Me

The Lord doth lighten my darkness
My loneliness, despair

The march of faith doth rhythmically move on
Down ages dark and turbulent it’s gone

I timidly step in the darkness ahead
Looking back on the year that my Saviour has led

Oh Rock within the raging storm,
I cling to Thee though spent and worn,

This year ahead lies in His Hand
For thee, His child, the path is planned

Her feeble light is flickering
She lay upon the bed

Judgment had fallen upon sinful man;
God's word had warned them again and again: