Songs for Worship – April 23rd, 2017

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Words: Robert Robinson | Music: Asahel Nettleton

Come thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it–
Mount of thy unchanging love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by thy help I’ve come,
And I hope by thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand’ring from the fold of God;
He to rescue me from danger
Interposed his precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let that grace now, like a fetter,
Bind my wand’ring heart to thee.
Prone to wander–Lord, I feel it–
Prone to leave the God I love!
Here’s my heart, Lord, take and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above.

Praise the Father, Praise the Son
Words & Music: Chris Tomlin | (c) 2008 sixsteps Music

O sovereign God, O matchless King,
The saints adore, the angels sing,
And fall before the throne of grace;
To you belongs the highest praise.

These sufferings, this passing tide,
Under your wings I will abide,
And every enemy shall flee;
You are my hope and victory.

Praise the Father, praise the Son,
Praise the Spirit, Three in One–
Clothed in power and in grace,
The Name above all other names.

To the valley for my soul,
Your great descent has made me whole,
Your Word my heart has welcomed home,
Now peace like water ever flows. Chorus 2x

Yours is the kingdom, yours is the power,
yours is the glory, forever!
Yours is the kingdom, yours is the power,
yours is the glory, forever! Chorus

Oh Give Thanks (Psalm 107)
Words & Music: Wendell Kimbrough
(c) 2016 Wendell Kimbrough

We were wand’ring through the desert with our souls so starved and weak,
We were hungry for a homeland we did not know how to seek,
But we lifted up our voices to the only One who hears,
And the God of mercy wiped away our tears.

We were fools in our rebellion with our hunger strike of pride,
We were sick and growing closer to the death we should have died.
Then he heard of our condition and he called us by our names,
And the God of mercy took away our shame.

Oh give thanks to the LORD for his love endures forever!
We were wandering and lost, and our Father brought us home
To a safe dwelling place, to a feast of joy and laughter.
Oh give thanks to the LORD for he is good.

We were locked out of the garden and our backs bent down with pain,
In the shadow of death’s darkness we were slaves to sin and blame.
Then we cried out in our labor to the only One who hears,
And the God of mercy wiped away our tears. Refrain

We were far out on the ocean making wealth and chasing dreams,
But the waves of great destruction brought us trembling to our knees,
And we cried like drunken sailors to the only One who hears,
And the God of comfort took away our fears. Refrain 2x

O Love That Will Not Let Me Go
Words: George Matheson | Music: Christopher Miner

O Love that will not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

Before the Throne of God Above
Words: Charitie Less Bancroft | Music: Vikki Cook
(c) 1997 Sovereign Grace Music

Before the throne of God above,
I have a strong and perfect plea:
A great High Priest whose name is love,
Who ever lives and pleads for me.
My name is graven on his hands,
My name is written on his heart;
I know that while in heav’n he stands,
No tongue can bid me thence depart,
No tongue can bid me thence depart.

When Satan tempts me to despair,
And tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look and see him there
Who made an end of all my sin.
Because the sinless Savior died
My sinful soul is counted free;
For God the Just is satisfied
To look on him and pardon me,
To look on him and pardon me.

Behold him there, the risen Lamb!
My perfect spotless righteousness,
The great unchangeable I Am,
The King of glory and of grace.
One with himself, I cannot die;
My soul is purchased by his blood;
My life is hid with Christ on high,
With Christ my Savior and my God,
With Christ my Savior and my God.

Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken
Words: Henry Lyte | Music: Bill Moore
(c) 2001 Bill Moore Music

Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow thee.
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shall be.
Perish every fond ambition,
All I’ve sought or hoped or known.
Yet how rich is my condition!
God and heav’n are still my own.

Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Savior, too.
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not, like them, untrue.
O while thou dost smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate and friends disown me,
Show thy face and all is bright.

Man may trouble and distress me,
‘Twill but drive me to thy breast.
Life with trials hard may press me;
Heav’n will bring me sweeter rest.
O ’tis not in grief to harm me
While thy love is left to me;
O ’twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with thee.

Go then earthly fame and treasure,
Come disaster, scorn, and pain.
In thy service pain is pleasure,
With thy favor loss is gain.
I have called thee Abba Father,
I have stayed my heart on thee.
Storms may howl and clouds may gather;
All must work for good to me.

Soul, then know thy full salvation,
Rise o’er sin and fear and care;
Joy to find in every station,
Something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee,
Think what Father’s smiles are thine,
Think that Jesus died to win thee!
Child of heav’n, canst thou repine?

Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer.
Heav’n’s eternal days before thee,
God’s own hand shall guide us there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

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