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!”
Come, People of the Risen King
Come, people of the Risen King, who delight to bring him praise;
Come all and tune your hearts to sing to the Morning Star of grace.
From the shifting shadows of the earth, we will lift our eyes to him,
Where steady arms of mercy reach to gather children in.
Rejoice, Rejoice! Let every tongue rejoice!
One heart, one voice; O Church of Christ, rejoice!
Come, those whose joy is morning sun, and those weeping through the night;
Come, those who tell of battles won, and those struggling in the fight.
For his perfect love will never change, and his mercies never cease,
But follow us through all our days with the certain hope of peace. Chorus
Come, young and old from every land––men and women of the faith;
Come, those with full or empty hands––find the riches of his grace.
Over all the world, his people sing––shore to shore we hear them call;
The Truth that cries through every age: “Our God is all in all!” Chorus
Words and Music: Keith and Kristyn Getty, Stuart Townend; © 2007 Thankyou Music; CCLI License #11029770
O Worship The King
O worship the King, all glorious above,
O gratefully sing his power and his love;
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,
Pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise.
O tell of his might, O sing of his grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space.
His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
And dark is his path on the wings of the storm.
Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light,
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.
Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail.
Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end,
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!
Words: Robert Grant; Music: Johann Haydn; Arr. Will Milks; CCLI License #11029770
God Be Merciful To Me (Psalm 51)
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!
Words: Richard Redhead; Music: Christopher Miner; ©1997 Christopher Miner Music; CCLI License #11029770
Against the God who rules the sky,
I fought with hand uplifted high;
Despised the mention of his grace––
Much too proud to seek a hiding place.
Wrapped in shadows of the night,
Fond of darkness more than light;
Blind, I ran the sinful race––
I felt no need for a hiding place.
But then the eternal council ran,
“Almighty love, arrest this man!”
I felt the arrows of distress,
And found I had no shield, no hiding place!
Holy justice stood in view,
To Sinai’s fiery mount I flew,
But justice cried with frowning face,
“This mountain is no hiding place!”
But then a heavenly voice I heard,
And mercy for my soul appeared,
She led me on with gentle pace
To Jesus as my hiding place!
Should seven storms of vengeance roll
And shake this earth from pole to pole,
No thunderbolt shall daunt my face
While Jesus is my hiding place,
While Jesus is my hiding place!
On him almighty vengeance fell––
Which would have sunk this world to Hell;
He bore it for a sinful race
To make himself our hiding place!
Words and Music: Matthew S. Smith, based in part on a text by Jehoida Brewer; © 2013 Detuned Radio Music; CCLI License #11029770
Dawning Light of Our Salvation
Long in darkness Israel wandered;
Long, in mortal shadows, we
Walked in bondage and self-pity,
Trod in paths of sin and grief.
In the prophets’ words he told us,
Long the God of Israel spoke,
He alone in strength would save us
From the hands of all our foes.
Every valley, be exalted!
Every mountain, be made plane!
Crooked ways, repent and straighten!
All creation, bend in praise!
He shall raise a mighty Savior;
Born of David’s lineage, he
Comes in cov’nant love to claim us,
From our sins to set us free.
Light to those who dwell in darkness,
Life to those from death who flee,
Joy unto the earth, and gladness,
To your pathways dawning peace! Chorus
Jesus, Lord, and mighty Savior,
David’s Son, and yet his King,
Dawning Light of our salvation,
Of your saving pow’r we sing!
Stand, O lame, and dance, ye broken,
Know the Savior’s healing grace;
Come, O deaf, and hear him singing;
Turn, O blind, behold his face! Chorus
Words: Wendell Kimbrough; Music: Bruce Benedict; © 2012 Cardiphonia; CCLI License #11029770