In His time, in His time,
He makes all things beautiful in His time.
Lord, please show me every day
As You're teaching me Your way
That You do just what You say in Your time.
In Your time, in Your time,
You make all things beautiful in Your time.
Lord, my life to You I bring,
With its winter and its spring,
May I fathom everything in your time.
There’s a time, there’s a time
Both for sowing and for reaping there’s a time
Time for losing, time for gain
Time for joy, time for pain
Every purpose under heaven has a time.

Give me oil in my lamp.
Keep me burning.
Give me oil in my lamp I pray
Give me oil in my lamp.
Keep me burning.
Keep me burning till the end of day
Sing hosanna, sing hosanna, sing hosanna
To the king of kings
Sing hosanna, sing hosanna, sing hosanna
To the king
Give me oil in my lamp.
Keep me serving
Give me oil in my lamp.
Keep me trusting

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.
The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;

I just keep trusting my Lord as I walk a long
I just keep trusting my Lord and He gives a song
Though the storm clouds darken the sky o'er the heav'nly trail
I just keep trusting my Lord, He will never fail
He's a faithful friend, such a faithful friend
I can count on Him to the very end
Though the storm clouds darken the sky o'er the heav'nly trail
I just keep trusting my Lord, He will never fail
I just keep trusting my Lord on the narrow way
I just keep trusting my Lord as He leads each day
Though the road is weary at times and I'm sad and blue
I just keep trusting my Lord, He will se me through
He's a faithful guide, such a faithful guide
He is always there walking by my side
Though the road is weary at times and I'm sad and blue
I just keep trusting my Lord, He will se me through

Just like a child who trusts his father dear
And who delights to feel his presence near.
Just like a child whose mind has not a doubt.
And whose heart is never proud.
Here I come, O Lord
Here I come just like a child.
Here I come, O Lord,
Here I come just like a child.
Just like a child so weak he cannot stand,
But who holds firm and tight his mother's hand,
Just like a child who sings in bright daylight.
Fearing not the long dark night.
Just like a child that guilty deeds oppress
With mind and heart in trouble and distress,
Who throws himself into his mother's arms,
Sure she'll free him from his qualms.