Sunday, 03 July 2005

On The Occasion



B.A., M. Div, D.D.


No, Not One*

There’s not a friend like the lowly Jesus,
No, not one! No, not one!
No one else could heal all our soul’s diseases
No, not one! No, not one!

Jesus knows all about our struggles,
He will guide till the day is done;
There’s not a friend like Jesus,
No, not one! No not one!

No friend like Him so high and holy,
No, not one! No, not one!
Any yet no friend is so meek and lowly,
No, not one! No, not one!


There’s not an hour that He is not near us,
No, not one! No not one!
No night so dark but His love can cheer us,
No, not one! No, not one!
* (Family records indicate that this old and now seldom heard hymn was a favourite of James Shaw, 1839-1922)

Toward maintenance of Drummond Centre Community Cemetery

Be Thou My Vision

Be thou my vision, O joy of my heart,
Naught be all else to me, save that thou art.
Thou my best thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, thy presence my light.

Be thou my wisdom, my claim in all strife,
I ever with thee, and through in my life.
Thy loving parent, thy child may I be,
Thou in me dwelling, and I one with thee.

Be thou my battle shield, sword for the fight,
Be thou my dignity, thou my delight.
Thou my soul’s shelter, thou my high tower,
Raise though me heaven-ward, O power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor vain empty praise.
Thou mine inheritance, now and always.
Thou and thou only, the first in my heart,
Great God of heaven, my treasure thou art.

Great God of heaven, after victory won,
May I reach heaven’s joys, O bright heaven’s sun.
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my vision, O ruler of them all.

Timothy 2, 1:3-7
Isaiah 51:1-3

Honor Your Father and Your Mother
Rev. George Richardson


O God of Bethel

O God of Bethel, by whose hand thy people still are fed,
Who through this earthly pilgrimage has all our fathers led.

Our vows, our prayers, we now present before your throne of grace,
God of past ages be the God of each succeeding race.
Through each perplexing path of life, our wandering footsteps guide
Give us each day our daily bread, and shelter fit provide.

O spread your covering wings around, till all our wanderings cease,
And at our God’s beloved abode, our souls arrive in peace.