Songs for Worship – March 3, 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!”

A Mighty Fortress

A mighty fortress is our God, a Bulwark never failing;
Our Helper he amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing;
For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and pow’r are great, and armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.

Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing;
Dost ask who that may be: Christ Jesus it is he;
Lord Sabaoth his name, from age to age the same,
And he must win the battle!

And though this world with devils filled, should threaten to undo us
We will not fear for God hath willed, his truth to triumph through us
The prince of darkness grim, we tremble not for him
His rage we can endure, for lo his doom is sure
One little word shall fell him!

That Word above all earthly pow’r, no thanks to them abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours through him who with us sideth;
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also;
The body they may kill; God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever!

Words and Music: Martin Luther; Arr. Will Milks; CCLI License #11029770

How Deep The Father’s Love

How deep the Father’s love for us––
How vast beyond all measure––
That he should give his only Son
To make a wretch his treasure!
How great the pain of searing loss;
The Father turns his face away,
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory!

Behold the Man, upon a cross;
My sin upon his shoulders!
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held him there
Until it was accomplished.
His dying breath has brought me life;
I know that it is finished!

I will not boast in anything––
No gifts, no pow’r, no wisdom––
But I will boast in Jesus Christ,
His death and resurrection!
Why should I gain from his reward?
I cannot give an answer,
But this I know, with all my heart:
His wounds have paid my ransom!

Words/Music: Stuart Townend; © 1995 Thankyou Music; CCLI License #11029770

Who is This

Who is this, so weak and helpless, child of lowly Hebrew maid,
Rudely in a stable sheltered, coldly in a manger laid?
‘Tis the Lord of all creation who this wondrous path has trod;
He is Lord from everlasting and to everlasting God.

Who is this, a Man of Sorrows, walking sadly life’s hard way,
Homeless, weary, sighing, weeping over sin and Satan’s sway?
‘Tis our God, our glorious Savior, who above the starry sky
Is for us a place preparing, where no tear can dim the eye.

Who is this? Behold him shedding drops of blood upon the ground!
Who is this, despised, rejected, mocked, insulted, beaten, bound?
‘Tis our God, who gifts and graces on his church is pouring down;
Who shall smite in holy vengeance all his foes beneath his throne.

Who is this that hangs there dying while the rude world scoffs and scorns,
Numbered with the malefactors, torn with nails, and crowned with thorns?
‘Tis our God who lives forever ‘mid the shining ones on high,
In the glorious golden city, reigning everlastingly.

Words: William How; Music: Christopher Miner; © 1997 Christopher Miner Music; CCLI License #11029770

To Christ The Lord

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

Your Great Name

Lost are saved, find their way, at the sound of your great name;
All condemned feel no shame, at the sound of your great name.
Every fear has no place, at the sound of your great name;
The enemy, he has to leave,
At the sound of your great name.

Jesus, worthy is the Lamb that was slain for us;
Son of God and Man, you are high and lifted up,
And all the world will praise your great name!
Your great name!

All the weak find their strength, at the sound of your great name;
Hungry souls receive grace, at the sound of your great name.
The fatherless, they find their rest, at the sound of your great name;
The sick are healed, the dead are raised,
At the sound of your great name.%Chorus

Redeemer, my Healer, Lord Almighty,
My Savior, Defender, you are my King! (repeat)

Jesus, worthy is the Lamb that was slain for us;
Son of God and Man, you are high and lifted up,
And all the world will praise!%Chorus

Words/Music: Krissy Nordhoff & Michael Neale; © 2008 TwoNords Music; CCLI License #11029770

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