His Journey for Us...

1. Jesus Once Was a Little Child
   
   
   Jesus once was a little child,
   A little child like me;
   And he was pure and meek and mild,
   As a little child should be.
2. He played as little children play
   The pleasant games of youth;
   But he never got vexed if the game went wrong,
   And he always spoke the truth.
3. So, little children,
   Let's you and I
   Try to be like him,
   Try, try, try.
4. Words: James R. Murray, 1841-1905
   Music: Joseph Ballantyne, 1868-1944

1. He Sent His Son
   
   
   How could the Father tell the world of love and tenderness?
   He sent his Son, a newborn babe, with peace and holiness.
   How could the Father show the world the pathway we should go?
   He sent his Son to walk with men on earth, that we may know.
   How could the Father tell the world of sacrifice, of death?
   He sent his Son to die for us and rise with living breath.
   What does the Father ask of us? What do the scriptures say?
   Have faith, have hope, live like his Son, help others on their way.
   What does he ask? Live like his Son.
   
   
   Words: Mabel Jones Gabbott,1910-2004

   Music: Michael Finlinson Moody, b. 1941

   (c) 1982 by Mabel Jones Gabbott and Michael Finlinson Moody. Arr. (c) 1989 IRI.

1. Fair is the sunshine,
   Fairer the moonlight
   And all the stars in heav'n above;
   Jesus shines brighter,
   Jesus shines purer
   And brings to all the world his love.
2. Fair are the meadows,
   Fairer the woodlands,
   Robed in the flowers of blooming spring;
   Jesus is fairer,
   Jesus is purer.
   He makes the sorrowing spirit sing.
3. Beautiful Savior!
   Lord of the nations!
   Son of God and Son of Man!
   Thee will I honor, praise, and give glory,
   Give praise and glory evermore!
   Evermore!
4. Words: Anon., twelfth century

   Music: Silesian folk song, arr. by Darwin Wolford, b. 1936. Arr. (c) 1989 IRI

O Savior, Thou Who Wearest a Crown

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O Savior, Thou Who Wearest a Crown

O Savior, thou who wearest
A crown of piercing thorn,
The pain thou meekly bearest,
Weigh'd down by grief and scorn.
The soldiers mock and flail thee;
For drink they give thee gall;
Upon the cross they nail thee
To die, O King of all.

No creature is so lowly,
No sinner so depraved,
But feels thy presence holy
And thru thy love is saved.
Tho craven friends betray thee,
They feel thy love's embrace;
The very foes who slay thee
Have access to thy grace.

Matthew 27 26-31

 26 ¶Then released he Barabbas unto them: and when he had scourged Jesus, he delivered him to be crucified.

 27 Then the soldiers of the governor took Jesus into the common hall, and gathered unto him the whole band of soldiers.

 28 And they stripped him, and put on him a  scarlet robe.

 29 ¶And when they had plaited a crown of thorns, they put itupon his head, and a  reed in his right hand: and they bowed the knee before him, and mocked him, saying, Hail, King of the Jews!

 30 And they spit upon him, and took the reed, and smote him on the head.

 31 And after that they had mocked him, they took the robe off from him, and put his own raiment on him, and led him away to crucify him.