LORD JESUS CHRIST, LORD OF GLORY

To Thee, Lord Jesus Christ, Lord of glory
We would offer both worship and praise;
Since we know Thou art God in Thy Person
And the start and the end of God's ways.

LORD JESUS CHRIST

O our Lord Jesus Christ grace abounding
Has been seen in Thy pathway of love;
And the grace through which once Thou wast poor here
Reaches now from the glory above.

LORD JESUS

O Lord Jesus, ascended in glory,
By the Spirit we honour Thy Name;
For He comes from Thy place with the Father
To the saints who respond to Thy claim.

I think you'll have to sing this to the tune of the Red River Valley, since I don't know another that fits!

JESUS

As the shepherds bowed down to Thee, Jesus,
All our hearts would bow down to Thee now;
We rejoice in the knowledge that "Jesus"
Is the Name to which all men shall bow.

THE BRIGHT MORNING STAR

Thou art the Star of the morning;
Thou art the Bright Morning Star;
Saints, in the midst of man's scorning
Welcome Thy light from afar:

Star of the morning,
O what a source of delight!
Soon Thou wilt have Thine assembly
Shining with heavenly light.

Thou art the Star of the morning;
Thou art the Bright Morning Star;
Shining with heaven's adorning
Into the night where we are.
 
Star of the morning,
O what a source of delight!
Soon Thou wilt have Thine assembly
Shining with heavenly light.


Sing it to "Showers of Blessing" - http://hidwithhim.net/hymn/?hymn=122&Submit=Go
 

RULER IN ISRAEL

O Hope of Israel
Thou hast done all things well
For Israel's peace;
Thou wilt come forth with might
To vindicate the right
And lead them to the light
That shall not cease.

O King of righteousness
Thou wilt come forth to bless
And wilt not cease;
All men shall know Thy Name;
All men shall own Thy claim;
All peoples shall proclaim,
The King of peace.

Ruler in Israel
Men in Thy realm shall dwell
In perfect peace;
To Thee alone belongs
Praise from the ransomed throngs
Who sing triumphant songs
Which shall not cease.

O SHELTER

O Shelter from the wind
Which would have smitten me;
Though it was I who sinned
The judgment fell on Thee;
And now despite each dart
That seeks to daunt my face
I gladly own Thou art
My constant Hiding-place.