Songs for Worship – October 8, 2017

Come Christians, Join to Sing

Words: Christian H. Bateman | Music: Spanish melody

Rejoice and sing to God our Lord our King!

Lift up and praise his name! Alleluia, alleluia!


Come, Christians, join to sing–alleluia, amen!

Loud praise to Christ our King–alleluia, amen!

Let all with heart and voice before his throne rejoice;

Praise is his gracious choice–alleluia, amen!


Come lift your hearts on high–alleluia, amen!

Let praises fill the sky–alleluia, amen!

He is our Guide and Friend, to us he’ll condescend;

His love shall never end–alleluia, amen! Refrain


Praise yet our Christ again–alleluia, amen!

Life shall not end the strain–alleluia, amen!

On heaven’s blissful shore, his goodness we’ll adore,

Singing forevermore–alleluia, amen! Refrain 2x


O Worship the King

O worship the King, all glorious above,

O gratefully sing His pow’r and His love;

Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,

Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.


O tell of His might, O sing of His grace,

Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space.

His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,

And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.


Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?

It breathes in the air, it shines in the light,

It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,

And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.


Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,

In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail;

Thy mercies how tender! How firm to the end!

Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend.


To Christ the Lord

Words: Samuel Stennett & Laura Taylor | Music: Laura Taylor

To Christ the Lord let every tongue its noblest tribute bring.

When he’s the subject of the song who can refuse to sing?

Survey the beauties of his face and on his glories dwell,

Think of the wonder of his grace and all his triumphs tell.


Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon his awful brow,

His head with radiant glories crowned, his lips with grace o’erflow.

No mortal can with him compare among the sons of men,

And fairer he than all the fair which fill the heav’nly train.


He saw me plunged in great distress, he fled to my relief,

For me he bore the shameful cross and carried all my grief.

His hand a thousand blessings pours upon my guilty head,

His presence gilds my darkest hours and guards my sleeping bed.


To him I owe my life and breath and all the joys I have,

He makes me triumph over death and saves me from the grave.

To heaven the place of his abode he brings my weary feet,

Shows me the glory of my God and makes my joy complete.


Since from his bounty I receive such proofs of love divine,

Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord, they should all be thine.

A thousand men could not compose a worthy song to bring,

But your love is a melody our hearts can’t help but sing.


Narrow Little Road

Words & Music: Mo Leverett

I believe in the love of God.

It is an orphan’s wildest dream.

It is a narrow little road.

It is an ever-widening desert stream.


Oh I, and I, I will leave this road

For the narrow.

Oh I, and I, I will leave this road

For the narrow.


It is portrayed in the bread and wine,

Let it fortify my bones.

It is more than just a sign:

It is the fountain from that desert stone.   Refrain


It is the path where the humble go.

It is the narrow, not the broad.

It is the pathway down the hill

To the graveyard of the Living God.   Refrain


The love of God is a hymn of hope,

Let the needy join the throng,

Let the widow hear, and hope,

Let the crippled rise to sing this song.   Refrain 2x


Before the Throne of God Above

Words: Charitie Less Bancroft | Music: Vikki Cook | © 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.

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