Songs for Worship – January 6, 2019

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!”

Your Great Name We Praise

Immortal, invisible, God only-wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes!
Most holy, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, your great name we praise!

Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,
Not wanting, nor wasting, you rule us in might.
Your justice like mountains high soaring above,
Your clouds which are fountains of goodness and love.

Most holy, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, your great name we praise!

All life comes from you, Lord, to both great and small;
In all life you live, Lord, the true life of all.
We blossom and flourish, but quickly grow frail;
We wither and perish, but you never fail.   Chorus

Great Father of glory, pure Father of light,
Your angels adore you, all veiling their sight.
All praise we would render, O Father of grace,
Till one day in splendor we see face to face.   Chorus

Words: Walter Chalmers Smith; Music: Welsh melody; Chorus: Bob Kauflin; © 2001 Sovereign Grace Music; CCLI License #11029770

Praise the Father, Praise the Son

O sovereign God, O matchless King,
The saints adore, the angels sing,
And fall before the throne of grace;
To you belongs the highest praise.

These sufferings, this passing tide,
Under your wings I will abide,
And every enemy shall flee;
You are my hope and victory. 

Praise the Father,
Praise the Son,
Praise the Spirit,
Three in One!
Clothed in power and in grace,
The Name above all other names. 

To the valley for my soul,
Your great descent has made me whole,
Your Word my heart has welcomed home,
Now peace like water ever flows.
   Chorus 2x

Yours is the kingdom,
Yours is the power,
Yours is the glory, forever!
Yours is the kingdom,
Yours is the power,
Yours is the glory, forever!
   Chorus

Words and Music: Chris Tomlin; © 2008 sixsteps Music; CCLI License #11029770

Psalm 62

My soul finds rest in God alone:
My rock and my salvation;
A fortress strong against my foes;
And I will not be shaken!
Though lips may bless,
And hearts may curse,
And lies like arrows pierce me,
I’ll fix my heart on righteousness—
I’ll look to him who hears me!

O praise him, hallelujah!
My Delight and my Reward!
Everlasting, never failing:
My Redeemer, my God!

Find rest, my soul, in God alone,
Amid the world’s temptations.
When evil seeks to take a hold,
I’ll cling to my salvation!
Though riches come and riches go,
Don’t set your heart upon them.
The fields of hope in which I sow
Are harvested in heaven.   Chorus

I’ll set my gaze on God alone
And trust in him completely.
With ev’ry day, pour out my soul,
And he will prove his mercy!
Though life is but a fleeting breath—
A sigh too deep to measure—
My King has crushed
The curse of death,
And I am his forever!   Chorus

Words and Music: Aaron Keyes and 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

Who is Like the Lord Our God

Our Father, he lifts from the ashes,
He raises the poor and the lost;
He seats them to dine at his table,
To feast without money or cost.
The lonely he settles in families,
The barren a mother he makes;
O happy the heart of the stranger
Who’s welcomed by this King of Grace. 

Who is like the Lord our God?
Who, with glory, fills the sky,
But humbles himself
With the broken to dwell?
Who is like our God? 

Though equal to God in his glory,
Christ Jesus became like a slave;
He humbled himself in obedience
To Death, and the Cross, and the Grave.
Victorious, he rose to the highest;
In glory, the Savior was raised.
His name above all names exalted;
The heav’ns and the earth sing his praise!   Chorus 

O Saints, fix your eyes on the Savior
And count all your righteousness loss.
Be found in his love and his favor,
And share in his death on the cross;
That all of his power in victory,
Imparted to you may abound,
And sharing the suff’rings of Jesus,
You share in his glory and crown!   Chorus

Words: Wendell Kimbrough; Music: Wendell Kimbrough & Bruce Benedict; © 2013 Wendell Kimbrough; CCLI License #11029770

To Christ The Lord Let Every Tongue

To Christ the Lord let every tongue its noblest tribute bring.
When he’s the subject of the song, who can refuse to sing?
Survey the beauties of his face, and on his glories dwell;
Think of the wonder of his grace, and all his triumphs tell!

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon his awful brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned, his lips with grace o’erflow!
No mortal can with him compare among the sons of men;
Fairer he is than all the fair that fill the heavenly train!

He saw me plunged in deep distress, he fled to my relief;
For me he bore the shameful cross and carried all my grief!
His hand a thousand blessings pours upon my guilty head;
His presence gilds my darkest hours and guards my sleeping bed.

To him I owe my life, and breath, and all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death, and saves me from the grave!
To heav’n, the place of his abode, he brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God, and makes my joy complete!

Since from his bounty I receive such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord, they should all be thine!
A thousand men could not compose a worthy song to bring;
Yet your love is a melody our hearts can’t help but sing!

Words: Samuel Stennett; Music: Laura Taylor; © 2001 Laura Taylor Music; CCLI License #11029770

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