Worship Songs

JANUARY 26, 2025

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

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

GOD MOVES IN A MYSTERIOUS WAY

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform.
He plants his footsteps on the sea,
And rides upon the storm,
He plants his footsteps on the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds you so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
With blessings on your head,
Are big with mercy and shall break
With blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face,
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour.
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r,
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain,
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

I have seen my Father’s glory
revealed in Jesus Christ,
And the more that I behold Him
the more He satisfies.
When I gaze upon His beauty,
when I see Him as I should,
Then my eyes are lifted upward
for His glory and my good.

There is hope in every trial
for I can trust the Lord.
He will turn my heart towards Him
and help me bear the thorn.
So in faith I follow Jesus
on the road not understood,
For I know that He is working
for His glory and my good.

To our God be the glory! To our God be praise!
He alone, the name above all names!
I will boast ever only in the Lord my God,
For I know His glory is my good!

See the open arms of Jesus
upon the cross that day.
What they understood as weakness
deserves my every praise.
For the charge that was against me,
it was nailed into the wood.
Yes, I know that He has saved me
for His glory and my good. Chorus

Would I gladly be made nothing
that Christ would be made more;
Would I seek the only kingdom
that far outweighs them all;
I will stand before my Father
where the faithful saints have stood,
And with joy my heart shall praise Him
for His glory and my good!
And with joy my heart shall praise Him
for His glory and my good! Chorus

To our God be the glory! To our God be praise!
He alone, the name above all names!
I will boast ever only in the Lord my God,
For I know His glory is my good!
Yes, I know His glory is my good!

COME BOLDLY TO THE THRONE OF GRACE

Come boldly to the throne of grace,
Ye wretched sinners, come,
And lay your load at Jesus’ feet,
And plead what he has done.

“How can I come?” some soul may say,
“I’m lame and cannot walk;
My guilt and sin have stopped my mouth,
I sigh, but dare not talk.”

Come boldly to the throne of grace,
Though lost, and blind, and lame;
Jehovah is the sinner’s friend,
And ever was the same.

He makes the dead to hear his voice,
He makes the blind the see,
The sinner lost he came to save,
And set the pris’ner free!

Come boldly to the throne of grace,
For Jesus fills the throne,
And those he kills he makes alive,
He hears the sigh or groan.

Poor bankrupt souls who feel and know
The hell of sin within,
Come boldly to the throne of grace,
The Lord will take you in
Take you in.

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