Songs for Worship – March 19th, 2017

Come Christians, Join to Sing
Words: Christian H. Bateman | Music: Spanish melody

Rejoice and sing to God our Lord our King!
Lift up and praise his name! Alleluia, alleluia!

Come, Christians, join to sing–alleluia, amen!
Loud praise to Christ our King–alleluia, amen!
Let all with heart and voice before his throne rejoice;
Praise is his gracious choice–alleluia, amen!

Come lift your hearts on high–alleluia, amen!
Let praises fill the sky–alleluia, amen!
He is our Guide and Friend, to us he’ll condescend;
His love shall never end–alleluia, amen! Refrain

Praise yet our Christ again–alleluia, amen!
Life shall not end the strain–alleluia, amen!
On heaven’s blissful shore, his goodness we’ll adore,
Singing forevermore–alleluia, amen! Refrain 2x

Thy Mercy My God
Words: John Stoker | Music: Sandra McCracken

Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song,
The joy of my heart, and the boast of my tongue.
Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last,
Hath won my affections and bound my soul fast.

Without thy sweet mercy I could not live here,
My sin would reduce me to utter despair;
But through thy free goodness my spirits revive,
And he that first made me still keeps me alive.

Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart,
Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart;
Dissolved by thy goodness I fall to the ground,
And weep for the praise of the mercy I’ve found.

Great Father of mercies, thy goodness I own,
And the covenant love of thy crucified Son;
All praise to the Spirit, whose whisper divine
Seals mercy, and pardon, and righteousness mine.
All praise to the Spirit, whose whisper divine
Seals mercy, and pardon, and righteousness mine!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Beams of Heaven
Words: Charles Albert Tindley | Music: William Wingate

Beams of heaven, as I go through this wilderness below,
Guide my feet in peaceful ways, turn my midnights into days.
When in the darkness I would grope, faith always sees a star of hope,
And soon from all life’s grief and danger
I shall be free someday, I shall be free someday, I’ll be free.

Often times my sky is clear, joy abounds without a tear;
Though a day so bright begun, clouds may hide tomorrow’s sun.
There’ll be a day that’s always bright, a day that never yields to night,
And in its light the streets of glory
I shall behold someday, I shall behold someday, I’ll behold.

Harder yet may be the fight, right may often yield to might,
Wickedness a while may reign, Satan’s cause may seem to gain.
But there’s a God who rules above with hand of power and heart of love,
And if I’m right he’ll fight my battle.
I shall have peace someday, I shall have peace someday, I’ll have peace.

Burdens now may crush me down, disappointments all around;
Troubles speak with mournful sigh, sorrow through a tear-stained eye.
There is a world where pleasure reigns, no mourning soul shall roam its plains,
And in that land of peace and glory
I shall be home someday, I shall be home someday,
I shall be home someday, I shall be home someday, I’ll be home.

For All the Saints
Words: William H. How | Music: Christopher Miner

For all the saints, who from their labors rest,
Who thee by faith before the world confessed,
Thy name, O Jesus, be forever blessed;
Alleluia, allelu.

Thou wast their rock, their fortress, and their might;
Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight;
Thou in the darkness drear their one true light;
Alleluia, allelu.

O may thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold,
Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old,
And win with them the victor’s crown of gold;
Alleluia, allelu.

The golden evening brightens in the west;
Soon, soon to faithful warriors comes their rest;
Sweet is the calm of paradise the blest;
Alleluia, allelu.

But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day:
The saints triumphant rise in bright array;
The King of glory passes on his way;
Alleluia, allelu.

From earth’s wide bounds, from ocean’s farthest coasts,
Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host
Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
“Alleluia, alleluia!”

All Glory Be to Christ
Words: Dustin Kensrue | Music: Auld Lang Syne
(c) 2012 Mars Hill Music

Should nothing of our efforts stand, no legacy survive;
Unless the Lord does raise the house, in vain its builders strive.

To you who boast tomorrow’s gain, tell me what is your life?
A mist that vanishes at dawn—all glory be to Christ!

All glory be to Christ, our King,
All glory be to Christ!
His rule and reign we’ll ever sing,
All glory be to Christ!

His will be done, his kingdom come, on earth as is above,
Who is himself our daily bread; praise him, the Lord of love.
Let living water satisfy the thirsty without price;
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet—all glory be to Christ!

When on that day the great I Am, the living and the true,
The Lamb who was for sinners slain, is making all things new,
Behold, our God shall live with us and be our steadfast light,
And we shall e’er his people be—all glory be to Christ!
Refrain 2x

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