Songs for Worship – September 17, 2017

All Hail the Pow’r of Jesus’ Name

Words: Edward Perronet & John Rippon | Music: Oliver Holden

All hail the pow’r of Jesus’ name! Let angels prostrate fall;

Bring forth the royal diadem and crown him Lord of all,

Bring forth the royal diadem and crown him Lord of all.

 

Ye chosen seed of Israel’s race, ye ransomed from the fall,

Hail him who saves you by his grace and crown him Lord of all,

Hail him who saves you by his grace and crown him Lord of all.

 

Let every kindred every tribe on this terrestrial ball

To him all majesty ascribe and crown him Lord of all,

To him all majesty ascribe and crown him Lord of all.

 

O that with yonder sacred throng we at his feet may fall!

We’ll join the everlasting song and crown him Lord of all,

We’ll join the everlasting song and crown him Lord of all.

 

How Firm a Foundation

Words: Anonymous, 1787 | Music: American folk tune

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,

Is laid for your faith in his excellent Word!

What more can he say than to you he hath said,

To you who for refuge to Jesus have fled?

 

“Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed;

For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;

I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,

Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.”

 

“When through the deep waters I call thee to go,

The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow;

For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,

And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.”

 

“When through fiery trials thy pathways shall lie,

My grace all-sufficient shall be thy supply.

The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design

Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.”

 

“The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose,

I will not, I will not desert to his foes;

That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,

I’ll never, no never, no never forsake.”

 

The Church’s One Foundation

Words: Samuel Stone | Music: Brian Moss | ©1996 Parson John Publishing

The church’s one foundation is Jesus Christ her Lord;

She is his new creation by water and the Word.

From heaven he came and sought her to be his holy bride;

With his own blood he bought her, and for her life he died.

 

Elect from every nation, yet one o’er all the earth;

Her charter of salvation: one Lord, one faith, one birth,

One holy name she blesses, partakes one holy food,

And to one hope she presses with every grace endued.

 

‘Mid toil and tribulation, and tumult of her war,

She waits the consummation of peace forevermore.

Till with the vision glorious her longing eyes are blessed,

And the great church victorious shall be the church at rest.

 

Yet she on earth hath union with God the Three in One,

And mystic, sweet communion with those whose rest is won.

O happy ones and holy! Lord, give us grace that we

Like them, the meek and lowly,

On high may dwell with thee.

 

My Hope Is Built on Nothing Less

Words: Edward Mote | Music: William B. Bradbury

My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;

I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but wholly lean on Jesus’ name.

 

On Christ the Solid Rock I stand; all other ground is sinking sand,

All other ground is sinking sand.

 

When darkness veils his lovely face, I rest on his unchanging grace;

In every high and stormy gale, my anchor holds within the veil.       Refrain

 

His oath, his covenant, his blood support me in the ‘whelming flood;

When all around my soul gives way, he then is all my hope and stay.          Refrain

 

When he shall come with trumpet sound, O may I then in him be found:

Dressed in his righteousness alone, faultless to stand before the throne!      Refrain 2x

 

In Christ Alone

Words & Music: Keith Getty & Stuart Townend | © 2001 Thankyou Music

In Christ alone my hope is found;

He is my light, my strength, my song.

This cornerstone, this solid ground,

Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.

What heights of love, what depths of peace,

When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!

My Comforter, my all in all–

Here in the love of Christ I stand.

 

In Christ alone, who took on flesh,

Fullness of God in helpless babe!

This gift of love and righteousness,

Scorned by the ones he came to save.

Till on that cross as Jesus died,

The wrath of God was satisfied;

For every sin on him was laid–

Here in the death of Christ I live.

 

There in the ground his body lay,

Light of the world by darkness slain.

Then bursting forth in glorious day,

Up from the grave he rose again!

And as he stands in victory,

Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me;

And as he stands in victory,

Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me;

For I am his, and he is mine–

Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

 

No guilt in life, no fear in death;

This is the pow’r of Christ in me.

From life’s first cry to final breath,

Jesus commands my destiny.

No pow’r of hell, no scheme of man,

Can ever pluck me from his hand;

No pow’r of hell, no scheme of man,

Can ever pluck me from his hand;

Till he returns, or calls me home–

Here in the pow’r of Christ I’ll stand.

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