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Our Morning Offering – 26 April– Alone With None but Thee, My God

Our Morning Offering – 26 April– Monday of the Fourth Week of Easter

Alone With None but Thee, My God
Attri. St Columban (543-615)

Alone with none but Thee, my God
I journey on my way,
what need I fear when Thou art near,
O King of night and day?
More safe am I within Thy hand
than if a host should round me stand.

My destined time is known to Thee,
and death will keep his hour;
did warriors strong around me throng,
they could not stay his power.
No walls of stone can man defend
when Thou Thy messenger dost send.

My life I yield to Thy decree
and bow to Thy control
in peaceful calm, for from Thine arm
no power can wrest my soul,
could earthly omens e’er appal
a man that heeds the heavenly call?

The child of God can fear no ill,
His chosen, dread no foe;
we leave our fate with Thee and wait
Thy bidding when to go,
’tis not from chance our comfort springs,
Thou art our Trust, O King of kings.

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Our Morning Offering – 26 November – The Solemnity of Our Lord Jesus Christ, King of the Universe 

Our Morning Offering – 26 November – The Solemnity of Our Lord Jesus Christ, King of the Universe

From the Psalter Hymn or Prayer to Christ our King

Alone with none but Thee, my God,
I journey on my way.
What need I fear, when Thou art near,
O King of night and day?
More safe am I within Thy hand,
than if a host did round me stand.

My destined time is fixed by Thee
and death doth know his hour.
Did warriors strong around me throng,
they could not stay His power.
No walls of stone can man defend,
when Thou Thy messenger dost send.

My life I yield to Thy decree
and bow to Thy control.
In peaceful calm, for from Thine arm,
no power can wrest my soul.
Could earthly omens e’er appal,
a man that heeds the heavenly call!

The child of God, can fear no ill,
His chosen dread no foe,
we leave our fate with Thee and wait,
Thy bidding when to go.
‘Tis not from chance our comfort springs,
Thou art our trust, O King of kings!Prayer - christ the king - from the Psalter - 26 Nov 2017