Barzillai the Great (2 Samuel 19:32-39)

Down in the Valley

Down in the valley with my Saviour I would go,
Where the flow’rs are blooming and the sweet waters flow;
Ev’rywhere He leads me I would follow, follow on;
Walking in His footsteps till the crown be won.

Follow! Follow! I would follow Jesus;
Anywhere, ev’rywhere, I would follow on!
Follow! Follow! I would follow Jesus!
Ev’rywhere He leads me I would follow on!

Down in the valley with my Saviour I would go,
Where the storms are sweeping and the dark waters flow;
With His hand to lead me I will never, never fear;
Danger cannot harm me if my Lord is near.

Down in the valley or upon the mountain steep,
Close beside my Saviour would my soul ever keep;
He will lead me safely in the path that He has trod,
Up to where they gather on the hills of God.

W.O. Cushing

Earthly Pleasures

Earthly pleasures vainly call me,
I would be like Jesus;
Nothing wordly shall enthrall me,
I would be like Jesus.

Be like Jesus, this my song,
In the home and in the throng;
Be like Jesus, all day long!
I would be like Jesus.

He has broken every fetter,
I would be like Jesus;
That my soul may serve Him better,
I would be like Jesus.

All the way from earth to glory,
I would be like Jesus;
Telling o’er and o’er my story,
I would be like Jesus.

That in heaven He may meet me,
I would be like Jesus;
That His words “Well done” may greet me,
I would be like Jesus.

James Rowe

There is a Land of Pure Delight

There is a land of pure delight
Where saints immortal reign,
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

We’re feeding on the living Bread,
We’re drinking at the fountain-head;
And whoso drinketh, Jesus said,
Shall never, never thirst again.
What! Never thirst again?
No, never thirst again!
What! Never thirst again?
No, never thirst again!
And whoso drinketh, Jesus said,
Shall never, never thirst again!

There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

O could we make our doubts remove
Those gloomy thoughts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes;

Could we but climb where Moses stood
And view the landscape o’er,
Not Jordan’s stream, nor death’s cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

We’re marching thro’ Immanuel’s gound,
And soon shall hear the trumpet sound,
And then we shall with Jesus reign,
And never, never part again.
What! Never part again?
No, never part again!
What! Never part again?
No, never part again!
And then we shall with Jesus reign,
And never, never part again!

Isaac Watts

Piano: Bill Ashton

Singing: Hilary Ashton