Songs for Worship – July 8, 2017

Come Thou Fount
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.

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!”

I Asked The Lord
Text: John Newton, Laura Taylor
Music: Laura Taylor

I asked the Lord that I might grow
In faith and love and every grace,
Might more of his salvation know,
And seek more earnestly his face.

‘Twas he who taught me thus to pray,
And he I trust has answered prayer,
But it has been in such a way
As almost drove me to despair.

I hoped that in some favored hour
At once he’d answer my request,
And by his love’s constraining power
Subdue my sins and give me rest.

Instead of this he made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart,
And let the angry powers of Hell
Assault my soul in every part.

Yea more with his own hand he seemed
Intent to aggravate my woe;
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Cast out my feelings, laid me low

Lord why is this, I trembling cried,
Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death?
“‘Tis in this way” The Lord replied,
“I answer prayer for grace and faith”

“These inward trials I employ
From self and pride to set thee free
And break thy schemes of earthly joy
That thou mayest seek thy all in me,
That thou mayest seek thy all in me.”

God Moves in a Mysterious Way
Words: William Cowper | Music: Jeremy Casella
(c) 2009 Saint & Pilgrim Songs

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform.
He plants his footsteps on the sea,
And rides upon the storm,
He plants his footsteps on the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds you so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
With blessings on your head,
Are big with mercy and shall break
With blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face,
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour.
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r,
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain,
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

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
Refrain

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

Rejoice
Words: Dustin Kensrue & Stuart Townend
Music: Dustin Kensrue

Come and stand before your Maker, full of wonder, full of fear;
Come behold his power and glory, yet with confidence draw near.
For the one who holds the heavens, and commands the stars above,
Is the God who bends to bless us with an unrelenting love.

Rejoice! Come and lift your hands and raise your voice!
He is worthy of all praise.
Rejoice! Sing the mercies of your king,
And with trembling rejoice.

We are children of the promise, the beloved of the Lord,
Won with everlasting kindness, bought with sacrificial blood,
Bringing reconciliation to a world that longs to know
The affections of a Father who will never let them go.
Chorus

All our sickness, all our sorrows, Jesus carried up the hill;
He has walked this path before us, he is walking with us still.
Turning tragedy to triumph, turning agony to praise,
There is blessing in the battle, so take heart and stand amazed.

Rejoice! When you cry to him he hears your voice,
He will wipe away your tears.
Rejoice! In the midst of suffering
He will help you sing.

Rejoice! Come and lift your hands and raise your voice!
He is worthy of all praise.
Rejoice! Sing the mercies of your king,
And with trembling rejoice.

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