Songs for Worship – April 9th, 2017

All Glory, Laud, and Honor
Words: St. Theodulf, 820 | Music: Melchior Teschner, 1613

All glory, laud, and honor to thee, Redeemer King,
To whom the lips of children made sweet hosannas ring!
Thou art the King of Israel, thou David’s royal Son,
Who in the Lord’s name comest, the King and Blessed One!

The people of the Hebrews with palms before thee went;
Our prayer and praise and anthems before thee we present.
To thee, before thy passion, they sang their hymns of praise;
To thee, now high exalted, our melody we raise.

Thou didst accept their praises; accept the prayers we bring,
Who in all good delightest, thou good and gracious King.
All glory, laud, and honor to thee, Redeemer King,
To whom the lips of children made sweet hosannas ring!

Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest!
Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest!

Hail to the Lord’s Anointed
Words: James Montgomery | Music: Sandra McCracken
(c) 2012 Drink Your Tea Music

Hail to the Lord’s Anointed, great David’s greater Son!
Hail in the time appointed, his reign on earth begun,
His reign on earth begun!

He comes to break oppression, to set the captives free;
To take away transgression and rule in equity.

He comes with comfort speedy to those who suffer wrong,
To help the poor and needy, and bid the weak be strong.
To give them songs for sighing, their darkness turn to light,
Whose souls, condemned and dying, were precious in his sight.

He shall come down like showers upon the fruitful earth;
Love, joy, and hope, like flowers, spring in his path to birth.
Before him on the mountains shall peace the herald go,
And righteousness in fountains from hill to valley flow.

O’er every foe victorious, he on his throne shall rest,
From age to age more glorious, all-blessing and all-blessed.
The tide of time shall never his covenant remove;
His name shall stand forever, his name to us is Love.

O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Words: Bernard of Clarivaux & Paul Gerhardt
Music: Johann Sebastian Bach

O sacred head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded, with thorns thine only crown.
O sacred head, what glory, what bliss till now was thine!
Yet though despised and gory, I joy to call thee mine.

What thou, my Lord, hast suffered was all for sinners’ gain:
Mine, mine was the transgression, but thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior! ‘Tis I deserve thy place;
Look on me with thy favor, vouchsafe to me thy grace.

What language shall I borrow to thank thee, dearest Friend,
For this thy dying sorrow, thy pity without end?
O make me thine forever, and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to thee.

Who Is This, So Weak and Helpless?
Words: William How | Music: Christopher Miner
(c) 1997 Christopher Miner Music

Who is this, so weak and helpless, child of lowly Hebrew maid,
Rudely in a stable sheltered, coldly in a manger laid?
‘Tis the Lord of all creation who this wondrous path has trod;
He is Lord from everlasting and to everlasting God.

Who is this, a Man of Sorrows, walking sadly life’s hard way,
Homeless, weary, sighing, weeping over sin and Satan’s sway?
‘Tis our God, our glorious Savior, who above the starry sky
Is for us a place preparing, where no tear can dim the eye.

Who is this? Behold him shedding drops of blood upon the ground!
Who is this, despised, rejected, mocked, insulted, beaten, bound?
‘Tis our God, who gifts and graces on his church is pouring down;
Who shall smite in holy vengeance all his foes beneath his throne.

Who is this that hangs there dying while the rude world scoffs and scorns,
Numbered with the malefactors, torn with nails, and crowned with thorns?
‘Tis our God who lives forever ‘mid the shining ones on high,
In the glorious golden city, reigning everlastingly.
‘Tis the Lord of all creation who this wondrous path has trod;
He is Lord from everlasting and to everlasting God.

I Boast No More
Words: Isaac Watts | Music: Sandra McCracken
(c) 2001 Same Old Dress Music

No more my God, I boast no more
Of all the duties I have done;
I quit the hopes I held before,
To trust the merits of thy Son.

No more my God, no more my God,
No more my God, I boast no more.

Now for the loss I bear his name;
What was my gain I count my loss.
My former pride I call my shame,
And nail my glory to his cross. Refrain

Yes and I must and will esteem
All things but loss for Jesus’ sake;
O may my soul be found in him,
And of his righteousness partake! Refrain

The best obedience of my hands
Dares not appear before thy throne;
But faith can answer thy demands
By pleading what my Lord has done. Refrain 2x

Who Is Like the Lord Our God
Words: Wendell Kimbrough | Music: Wendell Kimbrough & Bruce Benedict
(c)2013 Wendell Kimbrough

Our Father, he lifts from the ashes,
He raises the poor and the lost;
He seats them to dine at his table,
To feast without money or cost.
The lonely he settles in families,
The barren a mother he makes;
O happy the heart of the stranger
Who’s welcomed by this King of Grace.

Who is like the Lord our God?
Who with glory fills the sky,
But humbles himself with the broken to dwell?
Who is like our God?

Though equal to God in his glory,
Christ Jesus became like a slave;
He humbled himself in obedience
To Death, and the Cross, and the Grave.
Victorious, he rose to the highest;
In glory, the Savior was raised.
His name above all names exalted;
The heav’ns and the earth sing his praise

O Saints, fix your eyes on the Savior
And count all your righteousness loss.
Be found in his love and his favor,
And share in his death on the cross;
That all of his power in victory,
Imparted to you may abound,
And sharing the suff’rings of Jesus,
You share in his glory and crown
Refrain 2x

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