Songs for Worship – June 17, 2018

Come Ye Sinners

Words: Joseph Hart; Music: Matthew S. Smith; ©2000, detuned radio music; CCLI License #11029770

Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus, ready, stands to save you,
Full of pity, joined with power.
He is able, He is able;
He is willing; doubt no more.

Come ye needy, come, and welcome,
God’s free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh.
Without money, without money
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.

Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Bruised and broken by the fall;
If you tarry ’til you’re better,
You will never come at all.
Not the righteous, not the righteous;
Sinners Jesus came to call.

Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requires
Is to feel your need of Him.
This He gives you, this He gives you,
‘Tis the Spirit’s rising beam.

Lo! The Incarnate God, ascended;
Pleads the merit of His blood.
Venture on Him; venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude.
None but Jesus, none but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
None but Jesus, none but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.

God Be Merciful To Me (Psalm 51)

Words: Richard Redhead; Music: Christopher Miner; ©1997 Christopher Miner Music; CCLI License #11029770

God, be merciful to me;
On Thy grace I rest my plea
Plenteous in compassion Thou,
Blot out my transgressions now;
Wash me, make me pure within;
Cleanse, O cleanse me from my sin.

My transgressions I confess;
Grief and guilt my soul oppress.
I have sinned against Thy grace,
And provoked Thee to Thy face.
I confess Thy judgement just;
Speechless, I Thy mercy trust.

I am evil, born in sin;
Thou desirest truth within.
Thou alone my Savior art,
Teach Thy wisdom to my heart;
Make me pure, Thy grace bestow,
Wash me whiter than the snow.

Broken, humbled to the dust
By Thy wrath and judgment just,
Let my contrite heart rejoice,
And in gladness hear Thy voice;
From my sins O hide Thy face,
Blot them out in boundless grace.

Gracious God, my heart renew,
Make my spirit right and true.
Cast me not away from Thee,
Let Thy Spirit dwell in me;
Thy salvation’s joy impart,
Steadfast make my willing heart.

Sinners then shall learn from me,
And return, O God, to Thee
Savior all my guilt remove,
And my tongue shall sing Thy love
Touch my silent lips, O Lord,
And my mouth shall praise accord
Touch my silent lips, O Lord,
And my mouth shall praise accord.

His Mercy Is More

Music and Words: Matt Boswell and Matt Papa; © 2016 Messenger Hymns; CCLI License #11029770

What love could remember no wrongs we have done
Omniscient all-knowing He counts not their sum
Thrown into a sea without bottom or shore
Our sins they are many His mercy is more

Praise the Lord His mercy is more
Stronger than darkness new every morn
Our sins they are many His mercy is more

What patience would wait as we constantly roam
What Father so tender is calling us home
He welcomes the weakest the vilest the poor
Our sins they are many His mercy is more Chorus

What riches of kindness He lavished on us
His blood was the payment His life was the cost
We stood ‘neath a debt we could never afford
Our sins they are many His mercy is more Chorus 2x

Come Boldly to the Throne of Grace

Words: D. Herbert, 1838; Music: Clint Wells & Brian T. Murphy, 2004; © 2005 Red Mountain Church; CCLI License #11029770

Come boldly to the throne of grace,
Ye wretched sinners, come,
And lay your load at Jesus’ feet, And plead what he has done.

“How can I come?” some soul may say,
“I’m lame and cannot walk;
My guilt and sin have stopped my mouth, I sigh, but dare not talk.”

Come boldly to the throne of grace,
Though lost, and blind, and lame;
Jehovah is the sinner’s friend, And ever was the same.

He makes the dead to hear his voice,
He makes the blind the see,
The sinner lost he came to save, And set the pris’ner free.

Come boldly to the throne of grace,
For Jesus fills the throne,
And those he kills he makes alive, He hears the sigh or groan.

Poor bankrupt souls who feel and know
The hell of sin within,
Come boldly to the throne of grace, The Lord will take you in
Take you in.

The Solid Rock

Words: Edward Mote; Music: William B. Bradbury; CCLI License #11029770

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.   Chorus

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.   Chorus

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!   Chorus

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