LEAD ME LORD Dove ci e desperazione, sperare
Lead me Lord, lead me by the hand
And help me face the rising sun
Comfort me through all the pain
That life may bring
There's no other hope That I can
lean upon
Lead me Lord, Lead me all my life
Walk by me, walk by me across
The lonely road that I may face
Take my arms and let your hand
Show me the way
Show the way to live inside your
heart
All my days, all my life
*You are my light
You're the lamp upon my feet
All the time my Lord
I need You there
You are my life
I cannot live alone
Let me stay by Your guiding love
All through my life, Lead me Lord
Lead me Lord
Even though at times
I'd rather go alone my way
Help me take the right direction
Take Your road
Lead me Lord and never leave my
side
All my days, All my life*
All through my days
Oh lead me, Oh Lord
Lead me Lord
PRAYER OF ST FRANCIS
Il Signore, mi rende unostrumento
della vostra pace
Lord make me, make me an
instrument of your peace
Dove ci e oddio, lascarlo seminare
l'amore
Where there is hatred, let me sow
love
Dove ci e ferita, ferdono
Where there is injury, pardon
Dove ci e dub bio, fede
Where there is doubt, faith
Shall dreams of to-mor-row,
Where there's despair, hope
Dove ci e nereza, illuminarsi
Where there is darkness, light
Dove ci e la trizteza, gio-a
where there is sadness, joy
* Oh Divine Master, grant that i
may not so much seek..
to be consoled, as to console..
to be understood, as to
understand..
to be loved, as to love (as to
love..)
for it is in giving, that we received..
it is in pardoning, that we are
pardoned..
it is in dying, that we are born
again..
it is in dying, that we are born
again..
it is in dying, that we are born
again.. to eternal life..
(Il Signore, mi rende
unostrumento dela vostra pace)
Lord make me, (Il signore)make
me an instrument..
of your peace
HE LOVED ME
He chose me --- be-fore the
world was known.
He chose me --- to be His very
own.
He made me, then let me choose
my way.
I chose to move a-way.
He loved me --- when hope had
tak-en wing.
He loved me --- when I lost ev-
'ry-thing.
He bought me, redemp-tion's
work was done
though Jesus Christ, His Son.
Who-- shall sep-a-rate me from
the love of God?
pain, or sor-row,
Can the need of food or earth-ly
pos-sess-ions,
the threat of war or man's op-
pres-sion?
In all these things
vic-t'ry is our reward.
Vic-t'ry is our reward though Jesus
Christ, our Lord.
#Of this I am sure,
that neither death, nor life,
nor angels, nor prin-ci-pal-i-ties,
nor pow-ers, nor things pres-ent,
nor things to come---
Not height, nor depth,
nor any crea-ture
Shall sep-a-rate me from the love
of God.#
Through Jesus Christ, our Lord.
AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL
O beautiful for spacious skies
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with
brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare of freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw
Confirm thy soul in self-control
Thy liberty in law!
O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife
Who more than self their country
loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!