Songs for Worship – February 11, 2018

Father, Long Before Creation (Sing His Love)

Words: Chinese Hymn, trans. Francis Jones | Music: Andrew Osenga | © 2005 The Velvet Eagle Sings

Father, long before creation, you have chosen us in love,
And that love, so deep, so moving, draws us close to Christ above.
Still it keeps us, still it keeps us firmly fixed in Christ alone.

And the world will sing his love,
Yes the world will sing his love,
And we’ll all join hands, every woman, every man,
To sing his love, to sing his love.

Though the world may change its fashion, yet our God is ever the same;
His compassion and his cov’nant through all ages will remain.
God’s own children, God’s own children must forever praise his name.  Chorus

God’s compassion is my story, is my boasting all the day;
Mercy free and never failing moves my will, directs my way.
God so loved us, God so loved us that his only Son he gave.  Chorus

Loving Father, now before you, we will ever praise your love,
And our songs will sound unceasing till we reach our home above,
Giving glory, giving glory to our God and to the Lamb.  Chorus


Praise the Father, Praise the Son

Words and Music: Chris Tomlin | © 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


Jesus Shall Reign

Words: Isaac Watts | Music: John Hatton

Jesus shall reign where’er the sun
Does its successive journeys run;
His kingdom spread from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

For him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown his head;
His name like sweet perfume shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.

People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.

Blessings abound where’er he reigns;
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blessed.

Where he displays his healing power,
Death and the curse are known no more:
In him the tribes of Adam boast
More blessings than their father lost.

Let every creature rise and bring
His grateful honors to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud “Amen!”


Who Is This, So Weak and Helpless?

Words: William How | Music: Christopher Miner | © 1997 Christopher Miner Music

Who is this, so weak and helpless, child of lowly Hebrew maid,
Rudely in a stable sheltered, coldly in a manger laid?
‘Tis the Lord of all creation who this wondrous path has trod;
He is Lord from everlasting and to everlasting God.

Who is this, a Man of Sorrows, walking sadly life’s hard way,
Homeless, weary, sighing, weeping over sin and Satan’s sway?
‘Tis our God, our glorious Savior, who above the starry sky
Is for us a place preparing, where no tear can dim the eye.

Who is this? Behold him shedding drops of blood upon the ground!
Who is this, despised, rejected, mocked, insulted, beaten, bound?
‘Tis our God, who gifts and graces on his church is pouring down;
Who shall smite in holy vengeance all his foes beneath his throne.

Who is this that hangs there dying while the rude world scoffs and scorns,
Numbered with the malefactors, torn with nails, and crowned with thorns?
‘Tis our God who lives forever ‘mid the shining ones on high,
In the glorious golden city, reigning everlastingly.

‘Tis the Lord of all creation who this wondrous path has trod;
He is Lord from everlasting and to everlasting God.


Laden With Guilt And Full Of Fears

Words: Isaac Watts | Music: Sandra McCracken | ©2001 Same Old Dress Music

Laden with guilt and full of fears, I fly to Thee, my Lord,
And not a glimpse of hope appears, But in Thy written Word
The volumes of my Father’s grace Does all my griefs assuage
Here I behold my Savior’s face In every page.

This is the field where, hidden, lies The pearl of price unknown
That merchant is divinely wise Who makes the pearl his own
Here consecrated water flows To quench my thirst of sin
Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, No danger dwells within.

This is the judge that ends the strife, Where wit and reason fail
My guide to everlasting life, Through all this gloomy vale
Oh may Thy counsels, mighty God, My roving feet command,
Nor I forsake the happy road That leads to Thy right hand.

Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken

Words: Henry Lyte | Music: Bill Moore | © 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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