Lord I stand in the midst of a multitude
Of those from every tribe and tongue
We are your people on earth
Redeemed by your blood
Rescued from death by your love
There are no words
Good enough to thank you
There are no words
To express my praise
But I will lift up my voice
And sing from my heart
With all of my strength
Hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah to the Lamb
Hallelujah
hallelujah
by the blood of Christ we stand
Every tongue Every tribe Every people Every land
Giving Glory
Giving honour
Giving praise unto the lamb of God
Lord we stand by grace in your presence
Cleansed by the blood of the Lamb
We are your children called by your name
Humbly we bow and we pray
Release your power to work in us and through us
Till we are changed to be more like you
Then all the nations will see your glory revealed and worship you
Repeat chorus
Bridge: Every knee shall bow
And every tongue confess that you are Lord of all, Lord of all



Then you shall judge yourself," the king answered. "that is the most difficult thing of all. It is much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yourself rightly, then you are indeed a man of true wisdom."

"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world..."

"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. "

"You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world." And the roses were very much embarrassed. "You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you, the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."

"No one is ever satisfied where he is,"

"What makes the desert beautiful," said the little prince, "is that somewhere it hides a well..."

"Yes," I said to the little prince. "The house, the stars, the desert-- what gives them their beauty is something that is invisible!"

"But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart..."

Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it.

but sometimes you need to look back at the past happy times and cry