Songs for Worship – October 28, 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!”

King of Love

The King of Love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never!
I nothing lack if I am his
And he is mine forever,
And he is mine forever.

Where streams of living water flow
My ransomed soul he leadeth,
And where the verdant pastures grow
With food celestial feedeth

Never failing Ruler of my heart!
Everlasting Lover of my soul!
On the mountain high or in the valley low
The King of Love my Shepherd is,
The King of Love my Shepherd is!

Lost and foolish oft I strayed,
But yet in love he sought me;
And on his shoulder gently laid,
And home, rejoicing, brought me!

In death’s dark veil I fear no ill
With thee, dear Lord, beside me.
Thy rod and staff my comfort still,
Thy cross before to guide me.   Chorus

O hallelujah! Hallelujah!
O hallelujah! Hallelujah!   (repeat)

Never failing Ruler of my heart!
Everlasting Lover of my soul!
On the mountain high or in the valley low
The King of Love my Shepherd is!   Chorus

And so, through all the length of days,
Thy goodness faileth never!
Good Shepherd, may I sing your praise
Within your house forever,
Within your house forever!

Music and Words: Adam Palmer, Jonathan Smith, Matthew Hein, Stephanie Kulla, and Stuart Garrard; 2013 © Jingram Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Cross Keys Publishing, Sony/ATV Timber Publishing, Stugio Music Publishing, and Unknown; CCLI License #11029770

Living Hope

How great the chasm that lay between us,
How high the mountain I could not climb.
In desperation, I turned to heaven
And spoke your name into the night.
Then through the darkness
your loving-kindness
Tore through the shadows of my soul!
The work is finished,
the end is written—
Jesus Christ, my living hope!

Who could imagine so great a mercy?
What heart could fathom
such boundless grace?
The God of ages stepped down from glory
To wear my sin and bear my shame!
The cross has spoken, I am forgiven,
The King of Kings calls me his own!
Beautiful Savior, I’m yours forever—
Jesus Christ, my living hope!

Hallelujah, praise the One who set me free!
Hallelujah, death has lost its grip on me!
You have broken every chain;
There’s salvation in your name—
Jesus Christ, my living hope!

Then came the morning
that sealed the promise!
Your buried body began to breathe;
Out of the silence the Roaring Lion
Declared the grave has no claim on me—
Jesus, yours is the victory!   Chorus

Words and Music: Brian Johnson and Phil Wickham; © Bethel Music Publishing, Phil Wickham Music, Simply Global Songs, Sing My Songs ; CCLI License #11029770

God Moves in a Mysterious Way

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform.
He plants his footsteps on the sea,
And rides upon the storm,
He plants his footsteps on the sea,
And rides upon the storm. 

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds you so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
With blessings on your head,
Are big with mercy and shall break
With blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face,
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face. 

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour.
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r,
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain,
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

Words: William Cowper; Music: Jeremy Casella; © 2009 Saint & Pilgrim Songs; CCLI License #11029770

Psalm 130 (From the Depths of Woe)

From the depths of woe I raise to thee the voice of lamentation;
Lord turn a gracious ear to me and hear my supplication!
If, thou, iniquities dost mark—our secret sins and misdeeds dark—
O who shall stand before thee? (Who shall stand before thee?)
O who shall stand before thee? (Who shall stand before thee?)

To wash away the crimson stain, grace, grace alone availeth;
Our works alas are all in vain—in much the best life faileth.
No man can glory in thy sight; all must, alike, confess thy might,
And live alone by mercy! (Live alone by mercy!)
And live alone by mercy! (Live alone by mercy!)

Therefore, my trust is in the Lord, and not in mine own merit!
On him, my soul shall rest—his Word upholds my fainting spirit!
His promised mercy is my fort, my comfort, and my sweet support!
I wait for it with patience! (Wait for it with patience!)
I wait for it with patience! (Wait for it with patience!)

What though I wait the live-long night and till the dawn appeareth,
My heart still trusteth in his might—it doubteth not nor feareth;
Do thus, O ye, of Israel’s seed—ye of the Spirit born indeed—
And wait till God appeareth! (Wait till God appeareth!)
And wait till God appeareth! (Wait till God appeareth!)

Though great our sins and sore our woes, his grace much more aboundeth!
His helping love no limit knows; our utmost need it soundeth!
Our Shepherd, good and true is he who will at last his Israel free
From all their sin and sorrow! (All their sin and sorrow!)
From all their sin and sorrow! (All their sin and sorrow!)

Words: Martin Luther; Music: Christopher Miner; © 1997 Christopher Miner Music; CCLI License #11029770

His Love Can Never Fail

I do not ask to see the way my feet will have to tread,
But only that my soul may feed upon the living Bread.
‘Tis better far that I should walk by faith, close to his side.
I may not know the way I go, but oh, I know my Guide!

His love can never fail, his love can never fail!
My soul is satisfied to know his love can never fail!
My soul is satisfied to know his love can never fail!

And if my feet would go astray? They cannot, for I know
That Jesus guides my falt’ring steps as joyfully I go!
And tho’ I may not see his face, my faith is strong and clear
That, in each hour of sore distress, my Savior will be near!   Chorus

I will not fear—tho’ darkness come abroad o’er all the land—
If I may only feel the touch of his own loving hand.
And tho’ I tremble when I think, “How weak I am, and frail,”
My soul is satisfied to know his love can never fail!   Chorus

Words: E. S. Hall; Music: Christopher Miner; © 2004 Christopher Miner; CCLI License #11029770

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