Jesus
Come speak to me of Jesus, I love that precious name, Who built a throne of power Upon a cross of shame.
Unveil to me the beauty That glorifies his face— The fullness of the father— The image of his grace.
My soul would run to meet Him; Restrain me not with creeds; For Christ, the hope of glory, Is what my spirit needs.
I need the grand attraction, That centres 'round the cross, To change the gilded things of earth, To emptiness and dross.
My feet are prone to wander, My eyes to turn aside, And yet I fain would linger, With Christ the crucified.
I want a faith that's able To stand each storm and shock— A faith forever rooted, In Christ the living Rock.
THE
AUTHOR
ETHIOPIA
THE
REVEL
REPORT
THE
CONTRAST
FREE
LABOR
LINES
DELIVERANCE
TRUTH
THE
CHANGE
JESUS
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Poetry
by Northover
Oh Africa, let freedom reign - Oh Africa, let freedom reign Rain down
a storm On the white man's home, Let him see that God Is watching over
all. Let the thunder clap its hands Together we will stand Hand in hand
one and all Africa more
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