Songs for Worship – October 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!”

Come Behold the Wondrous Mystery

Come behold the wondrous mystery, in the dawning of the King.
He the theme of heaven’s praises; robed in frail humanity.
In our longing, in our darkness, now the light of life has come.
Look to Christ, who condescended; took on flesh to ransom us.

Come behold the wondrous mystery: he the perfect Son of Man.
In his living, in his suffering never trace nor stain of sin.
See the true and better Adam come to save the hell-bound man.
Christ the great and sure fulfillment of the law; in him we stand.

Come behold the wondrous mystery: Christ the Lord upon the tree.
In the stead of ruined sinners hangs the Lamb in victory.
See the price of our redemption; see the Father’s plan unfold.
Bringing many sons to glory—grace unmeasured, love untold.

Come behold the wondrous mystery: slain by death the God of life.
But no grave could e’er restrain him––praise the Lord, he is alive!
What a foretaste of deliverance; how unwavering our hope.
Christ in power resurrected as we will be when he comes.
What a foretaste of deliverance; how unwavering our hope.
For no grave could e’er restrain him; praise the Lord, he is alive!

Music/Words: Matt Papa, Matt Boswell and Michael Bleecker; © 2013 Love Your Enemies; CCLI License #11029770

Hail to the Lord’s Anointed

Hail to the Lord’s Anointed, great David’s greater Son!
Hail in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun!
His reign on earth begun!

He comes to break oppression, to set the captive free,
To take away transgression, and rule in equity!   Chorus

He comes with comfort, speedy, to those who suffer wrong,
To help the poor and needy, and bid the weak be strong!
To give them songs for sighing––their darkness turn to light––
Whose souls, condemned and dying, are precious in his sight!   Chorus

To him shall prayer unceasing and daily vows ascend;
His kingdom still increasing––a kingdom without end!
O’er every foe victorious, he on his throne shall rest
From age to age more glorious––all-blessing and all-blessed!   Chorus

The tide of time shall never his covenant remove!
His name shall stand forever; that name to us is Love!   Chorus

Words: James Montgomery; Music: Sandra McCracken; © 2012 Drink Your Tea Music; CCLI License #11029770

I Asked the Lord 

I asked the Lord that I might grow
In faith and love and every grace;
Might more of his salvation know,
And seek more earnestly his face.
I hoped that in some favored hour,
At once he’d answer my request;
And, by his love’s constraining power,
Subdue my sins and give me rest.

Instead of this he made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart,
And let the angry pow’rs of hell
Assault my soul in every part.
Yea more with his own hand he seemed
Intent to aggravate my woe;
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Cast out my feelings, laid me low.

Lord, “Why is this?” I trembling cried,
“Would you pursue your own to death?”
“Tis in this way,” the Lord replied
“I answer prayer for grace and faith.
These inward trials I employ
From self and pride to set you free,
And break your schemes of earthly joy,
That you may seek your all in me.
That you may seek your all in me.”

For earthly joy is but a cloud
All blown apart by earthly winds;
But mine’s the joy that bore the shroud
To ever wash away your sins.
Now whosoe’re takes up their cross
And finds their hope and rest in me,
All join the saints of Pentecost,
Filled now with faith and love and peace!
Filled now with faith and love and peace!
Filled now with faith and love and peace!

Words: John Newton, Laura Taylor; v4. Randall Goodgame; Music: Laura Taylor; Arr. Will Milks; 2004 © double v music; 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

Hiding Place

Against the God who rules the sky,
I fought with hand uplifted high;
Despised the mention of his grace––
Much too proud to seek a hiding place.

Wrapped in shadows of the night,
Fond of darkness more than light;
Blind, I ran the sinful race––
I felt no need for a hiding place.

But then the eternal council ran,
“Almighty love, arrest this man!”
I felt the arrows of distress,
And found I had no shield, no hiding place!

Holy justice stood in view,
To Sinai’s fiery mount I flew,
But justice cried with frowning face,
“This mountain is no hiding place!”

But then a heavenly voice I heard,
And mercy for my soul appeared,
She led me on with gentle pace
To Jesus as my hiding place!

Should seven storms of vengeance roll
And shake this earth from pole to pole,
No thunderbolt shall daunt my face
While Jesus is my hiding place,
While Jesus is my hiding place!

On him almighty vengeance fell––
Which would have sunk this world to Hell;
He bore it for a sinful race
To make himself our hiding place!

Words/Music: Matthew S. Smith, based in part on a text by Jehoida Brewer; © 2013 Detuned Radio Music; CCLI License #11029770

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