1. Each day I'll do a golden deed By helping those who are in need; My life on earth is but a span, And so I'll do the best I can. Refrain: Life's evening sun is sinking low, A few more days and I must go To meet the deeds that I have done, Where there will be no setting sun. 2. To be a child of God each day, My light must shine along the way; I'll sing His praise while ages roll And strive to help some troubled soul. Refrain:

3. The only life that will endure, Is one that's kind and good and pure; And so for God I'll take my stand, Each day I'll lend a helping hand. Refrain: 4. I'll help someone in time of need, And journey on with rapid speed; I'll help the sick and poor and weak, And words of kindness to them speak. Refrain: 5. While going down life's weary road I'll try to lift some trav'ler's load; I'll try to turn the night to day, Make flowers bloom along the way. Refrain:

Et barn er født i Betlehem, i Betlehem, Ti gleder sig Jerusalem. Alleluja, alleluja! En fattig jomfru sat i løn, Hun sat i løn, Og fødte himlens kongesøn. Alleluja, alleluja! Lov, tak og pris i evighet, I evighet, Den hellige trefoldighet. Alleluja, alleluja!

A Child is born in Bethlehem, in Bethlehem. And gladness fills Jerusalem, Allelujah, allelujah! A lowly manger shelters Him, This Holy Boy. God's angels sing above with joy, Allelujah, allelujah! We now give thanks eternally, Eternaly. to God, the Holy Trinity, Allelujah, allelujah!

A fervent prayer rose up to heaven, A fragile soul was losing ground Sorting through this earthly babble, Heaven heard the sound. It was a life of no distinction, No successes, only tries. Yet, gazing down on this unlovely one, There was love in Heaven's Eyes.

The orphaned child, the wayward father, The homeless traveler in the rain When life goes by and no one bothers, Heaven feels the pain. Looking down, God sees each heartache, Knows each sorrow, hears each cry, And looking up, we'll see compassion's Fire ablaze in Heaven's Eyes.

Refrain: In Heaven's Eyes, there are no losers, In Heaven's Eyes, no hopeless cause. Only people like you, with feelings like me And we're amazed at the grace we can find In Heaven's Eyes.

1. A Hymn of glory let us sing: New songs throughout the world shall ring: Alleluia! Alleluia! Christ, by a road before untrod, Ascendeth to the throne of God. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 2. The holy apostolic band Upon the Mount of Olives stand; Alleluia! Alleluia! And with His followers they see Jesus' resplendent majesty. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 3. To whom the angels, drawing nigh, "Why stand and gaze upon the sky? Alleluia! Alleluia! This is the Savior!" thus they say; "This is His noble triumph-day." Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

4. "Again shall ye behold Him so As ye today have seen Him go, Alleluia! Alleluia! In glorious pomp ascending high, Up to the portals of the sky." Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 5. Oh, grant us thitherward to tend And with unwearied hearts ascend Alleluia! Alleluia! Unto Thy kingdom's throne, where Thou, As is our faith, art seated now. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 6. Be Thou our Joy and strong Defense Who art our future Recompense: Alleluia! Alleluia! So shall the light that springs from Thee Be ours through all eternity. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

7. O risen Christ, ascended Lord, All praise to Thee let earth accord, Alleluia! Alleluia! Who art, while endless ages run, With Father and with Spirit One. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

A Lamb goes uncomplaining forth, The guilt of all men bearing; And laden with the sins of earth, None else the burden sharing! Goes patient on, grow weak and faint, To slaughter led without complaint, That spotless life to offer; Bears shame and stripes, and wounds and death, Anguish and mockery, and saith, "Willing all this I suffer." 2. This Lamb is Christ, the soul's great Friend, The Lamb of God, our Savior; Him God the Father chose to send To gain for us His favor. "Go forth, My Son," the Father saith, "And free men from the fear of death, From guilt and condemnation. The wrath and stripes are hard to bear, But by Thy Passion men shall share The fruit of Thy salvation." 3. "Yea, Father, yea, most willingly I'll bear what Thou commandest; My will conforms to Thy decree, I do what Thou demandest." O wondrous Love, what hast Thou done! The Father offers up His Son! The Son, content, descendeth! O Love, how strong Thou art to save! Thou beddest Him within the grave Whose word the mountains rendeth.

4. From morn till eve my theme shall be Thy mercy's wondrous measure; To sacrifice myself for Thee Shall be my aim and pleasure. My stream of life shall ever be A current flowing ceaselessly, Thy constant praise outpouring. I'll treasure in my memory, O Lord, all Thou hast done for me, Thy gracious love adoring. 5. Of death I am no more afraid, New life from Thee is flowing; Thy cross affords me cooling shade When noonday's sun is glowing. When by my grief I am opprest, On Thee my weary soul shall rest Serenely as on pillows. Thou art my Anchor when by woe My bark is driven to and fro On trouble's surging billows. 6. And when Thy glory I shall see And taste Thy kingdom's pleasure, Thy blood my royal robe shall be, My joy beyond all measure. When I appear before Thy throne, Thy righteousness shall be my crown,- With these I need not hide me. And there, in garments richly wrought As Thine own bride, I shall be brought To stand in joy beside Thee.

1. A little child may know Our Father's name of Love; 'Tis written on the earth below, And on the sky above. 2. Around me when I look, His handiwork I see; This world is like a picture-book To teach his love to me.

3. The thousand little flowers Within our garden found, The rainbow and the soft spring showers, And every pleasant sound; 4. The birds that sweetly sing, The moon that shines by night, With every tiny living thing Rejoicing in the light;

5. And every star above, Set in the deep blue sky, All tell me that our God is love, And tell me he is nigh.

1. A little tiny bird With sweet and cheerful song, God watches, thinks and cares for All the day long.

2. A little helpless babe That knows not right from wrong, God wakes a mother's love for All the day long.

3. A little trustful child Singing to God his song, God loves to hear the music All the day long.

A mighty fortress is our God, A sword and shield victorious; He breaks the cruel oppressor's rod And wins salvation glorious. The old evil foe, Sworn to work us woe, With dread craft and might He arms himself to fight. On Earth he has no equal. 2. No strength of ours can match his might! We would be lost, rejected. But now a champion comes to fight, Whom God himself elected. Ask who this may be: Lord of Hosts is he! Jesus Christ our Lord, God's only son, adored. He holds the field victorious. 3. Though hordes of devils fill the land All threat'ning to devour us, We tremble not, unmoved we stand; They cannot overpow'r us. This world's prince may rage, In fierce war engage. He is doomed to fail; God's judgement must prevail! One little word subdues him. 4. God's word forever shall abide, No thanks to foes, who fear it; For God himself fights by our side With weapons of the Spirit. If they take our house, Goods, fame, child or spouse, Wrench our life away, They cannot win the day. The Kingdom's ours forever! tr. Frederic Henry Hedge, 1853 A mighty fortress is our God, A bulwark never failing; Our helper He amid the flood Of mortal ills prevailing; For still our ancient foe Doth seek to work us woe; His craft and pow'r are great, And armed with cruel hate, On earth is not His equal. 2. Did we in our own strength confide, Our striving would be losing; Were not the right Man on our side, The Man of God's own choosing; Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He; Lord Sabboth, His name, From age to age the same, And He must win the battle. 3. And tho' this world, with devils filled, Should threaten to undo us, We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph thro' us; The prince of Darkness grim, We tremble not for him; His rage we can endure, For lo, his doom is sure, One little word shall fell him. 4. That word above all earthly pow'rs, No thanks to them, abideth; The Spirit and the gifts are ours Thro' Him who with us sideth: Let goods and kindred go, This mortal life also; The body they may kill: God's truth abideth still, His kingdom is forever. tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1829-1878 A mighty Fortress is our God, A trusty Shield and Weapon; He helps us free from every need That hath us now o'ertaken. The old evil Foe Now means deadly woe; Deep guile and great might Are his dread arms in fight; On Earth is not his equal. 2. With might of ours can naught be done, Soon were our loss effected; But for us fights the Valiant One, Whom God Himself elected. Ask ye, Who is this? Jesus Christ it is. Of Sabaoth Lord, And there's none other God; He holds the field forever. 3. Though devils all the world should fill, All eager to devour us. We tremble not, we fear no ill, They shall not overpower us. This world's prince may still Scowl fierce as he will, He can harm us none, He's judged; the deed is done; One little word can fell him. 4. The Word they still shall let remain Nor any thanks have for it; He's by our side upon the plain With His good gifts and Spirit. And take they our life, Goods, fame, child and wife, Let these all be gone, They yet have nothing won; The Kingdom our remaineth.

A Pilgrim and a Stranger, I journey here below; Far distant is my country, The home to which I go. Here I must toil and travail, Oft weary and opprest; But there my God shall lead me To everlasting rest. 2. I've met with storms and danger E'en from my early years, With enemies and conflicts, With fightings and with fears. There's nothing here that tempts me To wish a longer stay, So I must hasten forward, No halting or delay. 3. It is a well-worn pathway; A host has gone before, The holy saints and prophets, The patriarchs of yore. They trod the toilsome journey In patience and in faith; And them I fain would follow, Like them in life and death.

4. Who would share Abraham's blessing Must Abraham's path pursue, A stranger and a pilgrim, Like him, must journey through. The foes must be encountered, The dangers must be passed; A faithful soldier only Receives the crown at last. 5. So I must hasten forward,- Thank God, the end will come! This land of passing shadows Is not my destined home. The everlasting city, Jerusalem above, This evermore abideth, The home of light and love. 6. There still my thoughts are dwelling, 'Tis there I long to be; Come, Lord, and call Thy servant To blessedness with Thee. Come, bid my toils be ended, Let all my wanderings cease; Call from the wayside lodging To Thy sweet home of peace.

7. There I shall dwell forever, No more a parting guest, With all thy blood-bought children In everlasting rest, The pilgrim toils forgotten, The pilgrim conflicts o'er, All earthly griefs behind me, Eternal joys before.