Songs for Worship – March 10, 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!”

Holy, Holy, Holy

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee.
Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty!
God in three Persons, blessed Trinity!

Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea.
Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee
Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be!

Holy, holy, holy, though the darkness hide thee;
Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see.
Only thou art holy––there is none beside thee––
Perfect in pow’r, in love, and purity!

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty!
All thy works shall praise thy name in earth, and sky, and sea!
Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty!
God in three Persons, blessed Trinity!
God in three Persons, blessed Trinity!

Words: Reginald Heber; Music: John Dykes; CCLI License #11029770

10,000 Reasons

Bless the Lord, O my soul;
O my soul, Worship his holy name.
Sing like never before, O my soul;
I worship your holy name.

The sun comes up, it’s a new day dawning;
It’s time to sing your song again.
Whatever may pass, and whatever lies before me,
Let me be singing when the evening comes.%Chorus

You’re rich in love, and you’re slow to anger,
Your name is great, and your heart is kind.
For all your goodness I will keep on singing,
Ten thousand reasons for my heart to find.%Chorus

And on that day when my strength is failing,
The end draws near, and my time has come,
Still my soul will sing your praise unending
Ten thousand years and then forever more!%Chorus

Words and Music: Matt Redman; © 2011 Thankyou Music; 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

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’m 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

Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken

Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow thee.
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shall be.
Perish every fond ambition,
All I’ve sought or hoped or known.
Yet how rich is my condition!
God and heav’n are still my own.

Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Savior, too.
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not, like them, untrue.
O while thou dost smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate and friends disown me,
Show thy face and all is bright.

Man may trouble and distress me,
‘Twill but drive me to thy breast.
Life with trials hard may press me;
Heav’n will bring me sweeter rest.
O ’tis not in grief to harm me
While thy love is left to me;
O ’twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with thee.

Go then earthly fame and treasure,
Come disaster, scorn, and pain.
In thy service pain is pleasure,
With thy favor loss is gain.
I have called thee Abba Father,
I have stayed my heart on thee.
Storms may howl and clouds may gather;
All must work for good to me.

Soul, then know thy full salvation,
Rise o’er sin and fear and care;
Joy to find in every station,
Something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee,
Think what Father’s smiles are thine,
Think that Jesus died to win thee!
Child of heav’n, canst thou repine?

Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer.
Heav’n’s eternal days before thee,
God’s own hand shall guide us there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

Words: Henry Lyte; Music: Bill Moore; © 2001 Bill Moore Music; CCLI License #11029770

Be Thou My Vision

Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that thou art.
Thou my best thought by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, thy presence my light.

Be thou my wisdom, and thou my true word;
I ever with thee and thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, and I thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with thee one.

Be thou my battle-shield, sword for my fight;
Be thou my dignity, thou my delight,
Thou my soul’s shelter, and thou my high tow’r:
Raise thou me heav’nward, O Pow’r of my pow’r.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine inheritance now and always:
Thou and thou only the first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my treasure thou art.

High King of heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven’s joys, O bright heav’n’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my vision, O Ruler of all.

Words: Mary E. Byrne and Eleanor H. Hull; Music: Traditional Irish melody; PD; CCLI License #11029770

 

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