Peter Honfor

Verse 1 THOU the Rose of Sharon, Let Thy praises roll, Lily of the valley, Flower of my soul; Chiefest of ten thousand, Round my heart entwine; I am my Beloved’s     My Belov’d is mine Thou the Rose of sharon, Let Thy praises roll Lilly of the valley, Flower of my soul   […]

Verse 1 Dwelling, in the Secret Place, Overshadowed by His grace, Looking up into His face,  Seeing only Jesus. Verse 2 Hidden there from all alarm, Safe from danger, fear and harm; Holden up by His strong arm, Seeing only Jesus. Verse 3  Dwelling there, how truly best! Leaving all, how sweet to rest, Head

Verse 1 JESUS, I am resting, resting, In the joy of what Thou art; I am finding out the greatness  Of thy loving heart, Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee,  And Thy beauty fills my soul, For, by Thy transforming power, Thou hast made me whole.   Jesus, I am resting, resting, in the

Verse 1 ALONE upon the mount of God  I stand, With silenced heart His voice to  hear; Its love itself hath led this hungry  soul Unto the place of vision clear. Verse 2 How wonderful amid this hush divine, Entranced, God’s beauty to be- hold; To wait whilst deep with deep doth meet and merge,

Verse 1 I LIFT my heart to Thee, Saviour divine: For Thou art all to me, And I am Thine, Is there on earth closer bond than this That my Beloved’s mine, and I am His? Verse 2 Thine am I by all ties: But chiefly Thine That through Thy sacrifice Thou, Lord, art mine,

Verse 1 My heart is resting, O my God, I will give thanks and sing; My heart is at secret source Of every precious thing. Verse 2 Now the frail vessel Thou hast made No hand but thine shall fill; For the waters of this world have [failed And I am thirsty still. Verse 3

Verse 1 Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Sweetest, name on earth: How can I, a sinner, Come to know its worths? Verse 2 Oh! the sinful sorrow, Oh! the strangest shame, That I saw no beauty In that sacred Name. Verse 3 Never felt the sweetness,  Never Knew the grace, Never saw the love-pain In that wounded

Verse 1 Jesus, the very thought of Thee  With sweetness fills my breast; But sweeter far Thy face to see, And in Thy presence rest.   Verse 2  Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the memory find A sweeter sound than Thy blest [name,   Verse 3 O hope of every