Songs for Worship – September 23, 2018

Resources for personal devotion and/or family worship––whether planned or impromptu (e.g., like singing together in the car).

These song arrangements will differ in varying degrees from what you’ll hear at Cross Park, yet these melodies will prepare you for making “a joyful noise to the LORD!”

Psalm 103

O my soul, with all thy powers, bless the Lord’s most holy name;
O my soul, till life’s last hours, bless the Lord, his praise proclaim.
Thine infirmities he healed, he thy peace and pardon sealed;
O my soul, with all thy powers, bless the Lord’s most holy name.

He with loving-kindness crowned thee, satisfied thy mouth with good,
From the snares of death unbound thee, eagle-like thy youth renewed.
Rich in tender mercy he, slow to wrath, to favor free;
O my soul, with all thy powers,
Bless the Lord’s most holy name.

Bless the Lord (Bless the Lord), O my soul!
Bless the Lord (Bless the Lord), O my soul!
Bless the Lord (Bless the Lord), O my soul!
Bless the Lord , O my soul, O my soul!

He will not retain displeasure, though awhile he hide his face,
Nor his God-like bounty measure by our merit, but his grace.
As the heav’n the earth transcends, over us his care extends;
O my soul, with all thy powers, bless the Lord’s most holy name.

Far as east and west are parted, he our sins hath severed thus;
As a father, loving-hearted, spares his son, he spareth us.
For he knows our feeble frame; he remembers whence we came;
O my soul, with all thy powers,
Bless the Lord’s most holy name.   Chorus

From eternity enduring, to eternity the Lord
Still his people’s bliss ensuring, keeps his covenanted word.
Yea, with truth and righteousness, children’s children he will bless;
O my soul, with all thy powers, bless the Lord’s most holy name.

As in heaven, his throne and dwelling, King on earth he holds his sway;
Angels, ye in strength excelling, bless the Lord, his voice obey;
All his works in all the earth, bless the Lord, proclaim his worth;
O my soul, with all thy powers,
Bless the Lord’s most holy name.   Chorus

Words: James Montgomery; Music: Kevin Twit; © 2015 Kevin Twit Music; CCLI License #11029770

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Come thou Fount of every blessing tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount––I’m fixed upon it––mount of God’s unchanging love!

Here I raise my Ebenezer; hither by thy help I’m come
And I hope, by thy good pleasure, safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger, interposed his precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor, daily I’m constrained to be!
Let that grace now like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above.

Words: Robert Robinson; Music: American Folk Tune, Arr. by Matthew S. Smith; ©2006 Detuned Radio Music; CCLI License #11029770

All Hail the Pow’r of Jesus’ Name

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,
and crown him Lord of all!

Words: Edward Perronet & John Rippon; Music: Oliver Holden; CCLI License #11029770

Laden With Guilt And Full Of Fears

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.

Words: Isaac Watts; Music: Sandra McCracken; © 2001 Same Old Dress Music; CCLI License #11029770

His Mercy Is More

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

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

Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken

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.

Words: Henry Lyte; Music: Bill Moore; © 2001 Bill Moore Music; CCLI License #11029770

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