Songs for Worship – April 28, 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!”

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

Justice Will Roll Down

“Oh, my love––You have grown so cold
To the world outside, to the house next door.
She who has been loved much has so much to give.
Mercy is the fragrance of the broken.”

“Justice will roll down! Oh justice will roll down
From high upon those mountains
With a mighty river sound!
It will roll down, it will roll down”

“Oh, my child––I will be your light
In your secret pain, in the dark of night.
No enemy, no conqueror, will steal your life from me––
I am your Salvation and your Victory!”%Chorus

“Soon, oh soon, when the trumpet sounds,
Every knee will bend, every heart will pound.
I have made a new world
Where the servant is the King.
Oppression will be over and the slave set free!”%Chorus

Words/Music: Sandra McCracken; © 2010 Drink Your Tea Music; CCLI License #11029770

Is He Worthy?

Do you feel the world is broken? (We do)
Do you feel the shadows deepen? (We do)
But do you know that all the dark won’t stop
The light from getting through? (We do)
Do you wish that you could see it all made new? (We do)

And is all creation groaning? (It is)
Is a new creation coming? (It is)
Is the glory of the Lord to be
The light within our midst? (It is)
Is it good that we remind ourselves of this? (It is)

Is anyone worthy? Is anyone whole?
Is anyone able to break the seal
And open the scroll?

The Lion of Judah who conquered the grave;
He is David’s root and the Lamb who died
To ransom the slave!

Is he worthy? Is he worthy
Of all blessing and honor and glory?
Is he worthy of this?
He is!

Does the Father truly love us? (He does)
Does the Spirit move among us? (He does)
And does Jesus, our Messiah, hold
Forever those he loves? (He does)
Does our God intend to dwell again with us? (He does)

Is anyone worthy? Is anyone whole?
Is anyone able to break the seal
And open the scroll?

The Lion of Judah who conquered the grave;
He is David’s root and the Lamb who died
To ransom the slave!

From every people and tribe, every nation and tongue,
He has made us a kingdom and priests to God
To reign with the Son!

Is he worthy? Is he worthy
Of all blessing and honor and glory?
Is he worthy? Is he worthy? Is he worthy of this?
He is! He is! He is! He is!

Words/Music: Andrew Peterson and Ben Shive; © The Bicycle Music Company, Music Services, Inc; CCLI License #11029770

O Day of Rest and Gladness

O day of rest and gladness, O day of joy and light,
O balm of care and sadness, most beautiful, most bright!
On Thee, the high and lowly, through ages joined in tune
Sing holy, holy, holy, to the great God Triune!

On Thee, at the creation, the light first had its birth;
On Thee, for our salvation, Christ rose from depths of earth;
On Thee, our Lord, victorious, the Spirit sent from heav’n,
And thus on Thee, most glorious, a triple light was giv’n!

Thou art a port protected, from storms that round us rise;
A garden intersected, with streams of paradise;
Thou art a cooling fountain in life’s dry dreary sand,
From Thee, like Pisgah’s mountain, we view our promised land!

Today on weary nations, the heav’nly manna falls!
To holy convocations, the silver trumpet calls
Where gospel light is glowing with pure and radiant beams,
And living water flowing with soul-refreshing streams!

New graces ever gaining from this, our day of rest!
We reach the rest remaining to spirits of the blessed!
To Holy Ghost be praises, to Father and to Son,
The church, her voice upraises to Thee, blessed Three in One!

Words: Christopher Wordsworth; Music: Christopher Miner; © 1998 Christopher Miner Music; CCLI License #11029770

The Sands of Time Are Sinking

The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of heaven breaks;
The summer morn I’ve sighed for––
The fair, sweet morn awakes:
Dark, dark had been the midnight,
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel’s land.

The king there, in his beauty,
Without a veil is seen:
It were a well-spent journey,
Though seven deaths lay between:
The Lamb with his fair army,
Doth on Mount Zion stand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel’s land

O Christ, he is the fountain,
The deep, sweet well of love!
The streams on earth I’ve tasted
More deep I’ll drink above:
There to an ocean fullness
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel’s land.

The bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear Bridegroom’s face;
I will not gaze at glory
But on my King of grace.
Not at the crown he giveth
But on his pierced hand;
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Emmanuel’s land.

O I am my Beloved’s
And my Beloved is mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner
Into his house of wine
I stand upon his merit––
I know no other stand,
Not ev’n where glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel’s land.

Words: Anne Ross Cundell Cousin; Music: Phillip Palmertree; © 2001 Phillip Palmertree Music; CCLI License #11029770

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