Songs for Worship – January 27, 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!”

Thy Mercy, My God

Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song,
The joy of my heart. and the boast of my tongue;
Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last,
Hath won my affection and bound my soul fast.

Without thy sweet mercy I could not live here;
Sin would reduce me to utter despair;
But, through thy free goodness, my spirit’s revived,
And he that first made me still keeps me alive.

Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart,
Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart;
Dissolved by thy goodness, I fall to the ground,
And weep for the praise of the mercy I’ve found.

Great Father of mercies, thy goodness I own,
In the covenant love of thy crucified Son;
All praise to the Spirit, whose whisper divine
Seals mercy, and pardon, and righteousness mine.
All praise to the Spirit, whose whisper divine
Seals mercy, and pardon, and righteousness mine.

Words: John Stocker; Music: Sandra McCracken; © 2001 Same Old Dress Music; CCLI License #11029770

Grace Alone 

I was an orphan, lost at the fall,
Running away when I’d hear your call;
But Father, you worked your will.
I had no righteousness of my own;
I had no right to draw near your throne;
But Father, you loved me still.

And, in love, before you laid the world’s foundation,
You predestined to adopt me as your own.
You have raised me so high up above my station—
I’m a child of God by grace and grace alone!

You left your home to seek out the lost;
You knew the great and terrible cost;
But Jesus, your face was set.
I worked my fingers down to the bone;
Nothing I did could ever atone;
But Jesus, you paid my debt!

By your blood I have redemption and salvation!
Lord, you died that I might reap what you have sown;
And you rose that I might be a new creation—
I am born again by grace and grace alone!

I was in darkness all of my life;
I never knew the day from the night;
But Spirit, you made me see.
I swore I knew the way on my own—
Head full of rocks, a heart made of stone—
But Spirit, you moved in me.

At your touch, my sleeping spirit was awakened;
On my darkened heart the light of Christ has shone;
Called into a kingdom that cannot be shaken—
Heaven’s citizen by grace and grace alone!

So I’ll stand in faith by grace and grace alone!
I will run the race by grace and grace alone!
I will slay my sin by grace and grace alone!
I will reach the end by grace and grace alone!

Music and Words: Dustin Kensrue; © 2013 Dead Bird Theology, It’s All About Jesus Music, and We Are Younger We Are Faster Music; CCLI License #11029770

The Love of Christ is Rich and Free

The love of Christ is rich and free,
Fixed on his own eternally;
Nor earth, nor hell, can it remove;
Long as he lives, his own he’ll love.

His loving heart engaged to be
Their everlasting Surety;
‘Twas love that took their cause in hand,
And love maintains it to the end.

Love cannot from its post withdraw;
Nor death, nor hell, nor sin, nor law,
Can turn the Surety’s heart away;
He’ll love his own to endless day. 

Love has redeemed his sheep with blood,
And love will bring them safe to God;
Love calls them all from death to life,
And love will finish all their strife.   Chorus

He loves through every changing scene,
Nor aught from him can Zion wean;
Not all the wanderings of her heart
Can make his love for her depart.

At death, beyond the grave, he’ll love;
In endless bliss, his own shall prove
The blazing glory of that love
Which never could from them remove.

Words: William Gadsby; Music: Sandra McCracken; © 2001 Same Old Dress Music; CCLI License #11029770

Jesus—What a Friend for Sinners!

Jesus—What a friend for sinners!
Jesus! Lover of my soul;
Friends may fail me, foes assail me,
He, my Savior, makes me whole.

Hallelujah! What a Savior!
Hallelujah! What a friend!
Saving, helping, keeping, loving,
He is with me to the end.

Jesus—What a strength in weakness!
Let me hide myself in him.
Tempted, tried, and often failing,
He, my strength, my victory wins.   Chorus

Jesus—What a help in sorrow,
While the billows o’er me roll!
Even when my heart is breaking,
He, my comfort, helps my soul.   Chorus

Jesus—I do now receive him—
More than all in him I find!
He hath granted me forgiveness,
I am his, and he is mine.   Chorus

Words: John Wilbur Chapman; Music: Rowland Prichard; CCLI License #11029770

Come Thou Fount

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’ve 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; CCLI License #11029770

He’s Opened the Gates (Psalm 118)

Praise our God, for he is good—his love endures forever!
Let the saints of Jesus sing—his love endures forever!
Let the shepherds now confess—his love endures forever!
All who fear the Lord declare—his love endures forever!

With death on every side, they pressed him hard yet he cut them down;
The Lord, in all of his strength, with his right hand
He came to save us from the grave,
Came to save from the grave,
Came to save us from the grave.   Chorus

The stone thrown away now has become the cornerstone;
The Lord, in all of his strength, with his right hand
Became our song and our shield,
Became our song and our shield,
Became our song and our shield.   Chorus

Though dead, he would not die; though in hell, he rose from the grave;
The Lord, in all of his strength, with his right hand
He’s opened the gates and brought us in,
He’s opened the gates and brought us in,
He’s opened the gates and brought us in.   Chorus

Words and Music: Wen Reagan (based on Ps 118); © 2013 Wen Reagan; CCLI License #11029770

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