Songs for Worship – March 25, 2018

All Glory, Laud, and Honor

Words: St. Theodulf, 820 | Music: Melchior Teschner, 1613

All glory, laud, and honor to thee, Redeemer King,
To whom the lips of children made sweet hosannas ring!
Thou art the King of Israel, thou David’s royal Son,
Who in the Lord’s name comest, the King and Blessed One!

The people of the Hebrews with palms before thee went;
Our prayer and praise and anthems before thee we present.
To thee, before thy passion, they sang their hymns of praise;
To thee, now high exalted, our melody we raise.

Thou didst accept their praises; accept the prayers we bring,
Who in all good delightest, thou good and gracious King.
All glory, laud, and honor to thee, Redeemer King,
To whom the lips of children made sweet hosannas ring!

Arise, My Soul, Arise

Words: Charles Wesley | Music: Kevin Twit; © 1996 Kevin Twit Music

Arise, my soul, arise, shake off your guilty fears;
The bleeding sacrifice in my behalf appears;
Before the throne my Surety stands,
Before the throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on his hands.

Arise (arise), arise (arise), Arise, arise, my soul, arise.
Arise (arise), arise (arise), Arise, arise, my soul, arise.
Shake off your guilty fears and rise.

He ever lives above for me to intercede;
His all-redeeming love, his precious blood to plead;
His blood atoned for every race,
His blood atoned for every race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.   Chorus

My God is reconciled, his pardoning voice I hear;
He owns me for his child, I can no longer fear.
With confidence I now draw nigh,
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And “Father, Abba, Father,” cry.   Chorus 2x

 

Nothing But The Blood

Words and Music: Robert Lowry; Public Domain

What can wash away my sin
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
What can make me whole again
Nothing but the blood of Jesus

O precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow
No other fount I know
Nothing but the blood of Jesus

For my pardon this I see
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
For my cleansing this my plea
Nothing but the blood of Jesus   Chorus

Nothing can for sin atone
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
Naught of good that I have done
Nothing but the blood of Jesus   Chorus

This is all my hope and peace
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
This is all my righteousness
Nothing but the blood of Jesus   Chorus

Oh How Good It Is (Psalm 133)

Words & Music: Keith Getty, Kristyn Getty, Ross Holmes, Stuart Townend; © 2012 Gettymusic; Parakeet Boots Music;  Townend Music

Oh how good it is
When the family of God
Dwells together in spirit
In faith and unity.
Where the bonds of peace,
Of acceptance and love
Are the fruit of His presence here among us.

So with one voice we’ll sing to the Lord
And with one heart we’ll live out His word
Till the whole earth sees
The Redeemer has come
For He dwells in the presence of His people.

Oh how good it is
On this journey we share
To rejoice with the happy
And weep with those who mourn.
For the weak find strength
The afflicted find grace
When we offer the blessing of belonging.   Chorus

Oh how good it is
To embrace His command
To prefer one another
Forgive as He forgives.
When we live as one
We all share in the love
Of the Son with the Father and the Spirit.   Chorus

Be Thou My Vision

Words: Ancient Irish poem, 8th cent.; Music: Traditional Irish melody

Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that thou art.
Thou my best thought by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, thy presence my light.

Be thou my wisdom, and thou my true word;
I ever with thee and thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, and I thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with thee one.

Be thou my battle-shield, sword for my fight;
Be thou my dignity, thou my delight,
Thou my soul’s shelter, and thou my high tow’r:
Raise thou me heav’nward, O Pow’r of my pow’r.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine inheritance now and always:
Thou and thou only the first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my treasure thou art.

High King of heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven’s joys, O bright heav’n’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my vision, O Ruler of all.

Joy to the World

Words: Isaac Watts | Music: George Frederick Handel

Joy to the world! The Lord is come
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare him room,
And heav’n and nature sing, and heav’n and nature sing,
And heav’n, and heav’n and nature sing.

Joy to the earth! The Savior reigns
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains
Repeat the sounding joy, repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat the sounding joy.

No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make his blessings flow
Far as the curse is found, far as the curse is found,
Far as, far as the curse is found.

He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness
And wonders of his love, and wonders of his love,
And wonders, wonders of his love.

And wonders of his love, and wonders of his love,
And wonders, wonders of his love.

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