Songs for Worship – August 6, 2017

Holy, Holy, Holy

Words: Reginald Heber | Music: John Dykes

Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning our songs shall rise to thee.
Holy, Holy, Holy! Merciful and mighty!
God in three Persons, blessed Trinity.

Holy, Holy, Holy! All the saints adore thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea.
Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee,
Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.

Holy, Holy, Holy! Though the darkness hide thee,
Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see.
Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee,
Perfect in pow’r, in love, and purity.

Holy! Holy! Holy! Lord God Almighty!
All thy works shall praise thy name in earth, and sky, and sea.
Holy! Holy! Holy! Merciful and mighty!
God in three Persons, blessed Trinity.

Dawning Light of Our Salvation

Words: Wendell Kimbrough | Music: Bruce Benedict
(c) 2012 Cardiphonia

Long in darkness Israel wandered;
Long, in mortal shadows, we
Walked in bondage and self-pity,
Trod in paths of sin and grief.
In the prophets’ words he told us,
Long the God of Israel spoke,
He alone in strength would save us
From the hands of all our foes.

Every valley, be exalted!
Every mountain, be made plane!
Crooked ways, repent and straighten!
All creation, bend in praise!

He shall raise a mighty Savior;
Born of David’s lineage, he
Comes in cov’nant love to claim us,
From our sins to set us free.
Light to those who dwell in darkness,
Life to those from death who flee,
Joy unto the earth, and gladness,
To your pathways dawning peace! Refrain

Jesus, Lord, and mighty Savior,
David’s Son, and yet his King,
Dawning Light of our salvation,
Of your saving pow’r we sing!
Stand, O lame, and dance, ye broken,
Know the Savior’s healing grace;
Come, O deaf, and hear him singing;
Turn, O blind, behold his face! Refrain 2x

Chorus

He’s the Name above all names,
And he’s worthy of all praise,
And my heart will sing,
“How great is our God!”

Chorus 2x

The Doxology

Words: Thomas Ken, 1674 | Music: Louis Bourgeois, 1551

Praise God from whom all blessings flow!
Praise him, all creatures here below!
Praise him above, ye heavenly hosts!
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! Amen.

Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven

Words: Henry Lyte, based on Psalm 103 | Music: Christopher Miner
(c) 1997 Christopher Miner Music

Praise, my soul, the King of heaven,
To his feet thy tribute bring.
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like me his praise should sing?
Praise him, praise him, praise him, praise him,
Praise the everlasting King.

Praise him for his grace and favor
To our fathers in distress.
Praise him still, the same forever,
Slow to chide and swift to bless.
Praise him, praise him, praise him, praise him,
Glorious in his faithfulness.

Frail as summer’s flow’r we flourish,
Blows the wind and it is gone;
But while mortals rise and perish
God endures unchanging on.
Praise him, praise him, praise him, praise him,
Praise the high Eternal One.

Father-like he tends and spares us,
Well our feeble frame he knows.
In his hands he gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.
Praise him, praise him, praise him, praise him,
Widely as his mercy goes.

Angels, help us to adore him;
Ye behold him face to face.
Sun and moon, bow down before him,
Dwellers all in time and space.
Praise him, praise him, praise him, praise him,
Praise with us the God of grace.

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.

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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