Truth

Courtesy of Brother Aaron Thomas

  Anthem 48 

Throughly wash me, Wash me from all mine iniquity, Throughly wash me from all my sins, And blot out all mine iniquity; Cleanse thou my heart from all my sins. Cleanse me from all my sins.  

Hymn 150

Who are these like stars appearing, These, before God’s Throne who stand? Each a golden crown is wearing, Who are all this glorious band? Alleluia, hark! they sing, Praising loud their heavenly King. Who are these of dazzling brightness, As the angels now arrayed? Clad in robes of purest whiteness, Robes whose lustre ne’er shall fade, Ne’er be touched by time’s rude hand Whence came all this glorious band? These are they who have contended For their Savior’s honor long, Wrestling on till life was ended, Following not the sinful throng; These who well the fight sustained, Triumph through the Lamb have gained.

Hymn 170

For Zion’s sake I will not rest, Saith God, nor hold my peace Until Jerusalem be blest, And Judah’s sorrows cease; Until her righteousness return As daybreak after night; The lamp of her salvation burn With everlasting light. The Gentiles shall her glory see, And kings declare her fame; Appointed unto her shall be A new and holy name. Go through, go through, prepare the ways, The gates wide open spread; The standard of the people raise, To glorious triumph led. In every clime, through every land, Proclaim the joyful word: The holy people are at hand, Redeemed of the Lord!

Hymn 234

Lov’d of God in sorrow mourning, Bow’d in sadness, bath’d in tears, Lift thy head; for lo! The morning, Which shall end thy grief, appears; Christ thy Hope, will soon appear, He thy drooping heart will cheer. Dost thou weep, thy foes oppressing, Are thine enemies too strong? Hast thou doubts and fears distressing, That thy Savior waits so long? Soon by Him from all set free, Thou shalt sing of victory. Dost thou now in sorrow languish, That the hearts of men are cold? Is thy heart wrung deep with anguish That thus ’tis even in the fold? Loved of God, thy grief shall cease; Quick thy Savior brings release. Hast thou long a watch been keeping, Waiting for the promised day, When full joy shall end thy weeping, Chasing all thy fears away? Then lift up thy head on high; Thy redemption draweth nigh.

Courtesy of Aaron Thomas  

Hymn 61

Father Supreme, whose wondrous love     Our utmost thought so far exceeds,  We seek Thy blessing from above,     A rich supply for all our needs.  On Thee alone our hopes we rest,     To Thee alone we lift our eyes,  Regard our prayer, in faith expressed,    Accept our spirit’s sacrifice.  ’Tis not for present power or wealth,     Or worldly fame, we look to Thee,  We ask Thy gift of heavenly health,     The gift of immortality.    Fulfil in us Thy faithful word,     Through Him who died to make it sure,  Our mercy-seat, our righteousness,     Who lives again to die no more.  

Hymn 127

Wake, awake! for night is flying,  The watchman on the heights are crying,  Awake, Jerusalem at last! Midnight hears the welcome voices,  And at the thrilling cry rejoices: Come forth, ye virgins, night is past.  The Bridegroom comes, awake!  Your lamps with gladness take, Hallelujah.  And for HIs marriage-feast prepare,  For ye must go to meet Him there.  Zion hears the watchmen singing,  And all her heart with joy is springing! She wakes, she rises from her gloom,  For her Lord comes down all-glorious,  The strong in grace, in truth victorious; Her star is risen, her light is come,  Oh, come then, blessed Lord,  O Jesus, Son of God, Hallelujah.  We follow till the place we see,  Where Thou hast bid us meet with Thee.

Anthem 47

Cry out and shout, thou inhabitant of Zion;  For great is the Holy One in the midst of thee.  Beautiful for situation, beautiful is Zion the joy of the earth.  Walk about Zion, and go round about her;  tell her towers, mark well her bulwarks, consider her palaces,  tell it to the generations following thee.  Cry out and shout, thou inhabitant of Zion;  For great is the Holy One in the midst of thee.

Hymn 132

 All hail the power of Jesus’ name;  Let angels prostrate fall;  Bring forth the royal diadem,  And crown Him Lord of all.  Crown Him, ye servants of our God,  Who on His great Name call;  Extol the stem of Jesse’s rod,  And crown Him Lord of all.  Ye chosen seed of Israel’s race,  A remnant weak and small;  Hail Him who’ll save you by His grace,  And crown Him Lord of all.  Let every kindred, every tribe  On this terrestrial ball,  To Him all majesty ascribe,  And crown Him Lord of all.

Courtesy of Brother Aaron Thomas

Anthem 32

 I will extol Thee, my God, O King,  and I will bless Thy name for ever and ever,  Every day I will bless Thee, and I will praise Thy name for ever and ever.  Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised,  and His greatness is unsearchable.

Anthem 39

 The LORD will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble; and they that know, that know Thy name, will put their trust in Thee.  For Thou, LORD, hast not forsaken them that seek Thee; for Thou, LORD, hast not forsaken them, forsaken them that seek Thee.

Hymn 64

Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing, Fill our hearts with joy and peace:  Let us each, the truth possessing, Bear its fruits and run the race.  O, refresh us, Traveling through this wilderness.  Thanks we give and adoration,  For Thy gospel’s joyful sound:  May we gain Thy great salvation,  And in Christ approved be found. May Thy blessing  With us evermore abound.

Hymn 75

 Praise we now the King of Heaven, To His feet our tribute bring;  Ransom’d, heal’d, restored, forgiven, Evermore His praises sing;  Praise Him, praise Him, praise Him, Praise the everlasting King.  Praise Him for His grace and favor  To our fathers in distress;  Praise Him still the same as ever, Slow to chide and swift to bless;  Praise Him, praise Him, praise Him, Praise the everlasting King. Father-like, He tends and spares us; Well our feeble frame He knows;  In His hands He gently bears us, Rescues us from all our foes.  Praise Him, praise Him, praise Him, Praise the everlasting King. Angels in your hosts adore Him; Ye behold Him face to face;  Saints triumphant, bow before Him,  Gather’d in from every race;  Praise Him, praise Him, praise Him, Praise ye all the God of grace.

Courtesy of Brother Aaron Thomas

Hymn 215

Inspirer of the ancient seers,  Who wrote from the Thee the sacred page,  A light for all succeeding years;  A lamp in this degenerate age,  Wisdom to us Thy words impart,  And with Thy comfort fill our heart.  And now Thine oracles we read,  With earnest prayer and strong desire,  More richly on Thy words to feed,  More strongly catch their living fire;  Our weakness help, our darkness chase,  And shine upon us with Thy face.  Whenever in error’s path we rove,  The living way, through sin, forsake,  Our conscience let Thy word reprove,  Convince and bring Thy wanderers back,  Deep wounded by the Spirit’s sword,  And then by Gilead’s balm restored.  

Anthem 20 

Worthy the Lamb that was slain, to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and honour, and glory and blessing,  for Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive  power, and riches, and wisdom, and honour, and glory and blessing,  For Thou wast slain and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood,  and hast made us kings and priests. (A priestly kingdom) Worthy the Lamb,  blessing and honour, and glory, and power to Him that sits upon the throne, and to the Lamb for ever,  and to the Lamb for ever.  

Anthem 5 

Our Father which art in heaven,  Hallowed be Thy name,  Thy kingdom come,   Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.  Give us this day our daily bread,   and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil,  For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever and ever,  Amen. 

Hymn 101 (new book)

Lord of all being, throned afar,   Thy glory flames from sun and star;  Centre and soul of every sphere,   Yet to each seeking heart how near!  Sun of our life, Thy quickening ray,   Sheds on our path the glow of day;  Star of our hope, Thy softened light,   Cheers the long watches of night.  Our midnight is Thy smile withdrawn,   Our noontide is Thy gracious dawn,  Our rainbow arch, Thy mercy’s sign;   All, save the clouds of sin, are Thine.  Lord of all life, below, above,   Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love;  Before Thy ever glorious throne   We ask no lustre of our own.   Grant us Thy truth to make us free,   And kindling hearts that burn for Thee;  Lit by Thy word with heavenly flame,   Whose glow shall glorify Thy name.

 Class 5 & 6 by Brother Ralph Kirwin, KBS, 1965 

 Class 4 by Brother Ralph Kirwin, KBS, 1965 

Class 3 by Brother Ralph Kirwin, KBS, 1965

 Class 1 by Brother Ralph Kirwin, Kentucky Bible School, 1965 

 Class 2 by Brother Ralph Kirwin, Kentucky Bible School, 1965 

Bro James Goerhing, Henderson, KY, 1978