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Lyrics
WE HAVE COME
Words and music: West Breedlove
We have come to this place To rejoice and to praise The Lord our God, Jehovah Lord of all creation, you are awesome in our sight How we marvel at your glory, Lord, You are our one and true delight We are the poor in spirit, and we thirst for righteousness Come and mend the bones you've broken, Lord, As we gather here to rest
© 1999 West Breedlove Music/ASCAP. All rights reserved. Used by permission.
BENEATH THE CROSS OF JESUS
Words: Elizabeth C. Clephane, 1872
Music: Christopher Miner Beneath the cross of Jesus I fain would take my stand The shadow of a mighty rock within a weary land A home within the wilderness, a rest upon the way From the burning of the noontide heat and the burden of the day Upon that cross of Jesus mine eyes at times can see The very dying form of One who suffered there for me And from my smitten heart with tears two wonders I confess The wonders of His glorious love and my unworthiness I take, O cross, the shadow for my abiding place I ask no other sunshine than the sunshine of His face Content to let the world go by, to know no gain or loss My sinful self my only shame, my glory all the cross
© 1997 Christopher Miner Music. All rights reserved. Used by permission.
JESUS, I COME
Words: William Sleeper, 1887
Music: Greg Thompson Out of my bondage, sorrow and night, Jesus, I come; Jesus, I come Into Thy freedom, gladness and light, Jesus, I come to thee Out of my sickness into Thy health, Out of my wanting and into Thy wealth Out of my sin and into Thyself, Jesus, I come to Thee. Out of my shameful failure and loss, Jesus, I come; Jesus, I come Into the glorious gain of Thy cross, Jesus, I come to Thee Out of earth's sorrows into Thy balm Out of life's storms and into Thy calm Out of distress into jubilant psalm, Jesus, I come to Thee Out of unrest and arrogant pride, Jesus, I come; Jesus, I come Into Thy blessed will to abide, Jesus, I come to Thee Out of myself to dwell in Thy love Out of despair into raptures above Upward forever on wings like a dove, Jesus, I come to Thee Out of the fear and dread of the tomb, Jesus, I come; Jesus, I come Into the joy and light of Thy home, Jesus, I come to Thee Out of the depths of ruin untold Into the peace of Thy sheltering fold Ever Thy glorious face to behold, Jesus, I come to Thee
© 2000 Greg Thompson Music. All rights reserved. Used by permission.
LET ALL MORTAL FLESH KEEP SILENCE
Words: Liturgy of St. James, 5th cent., adapted by Gerard Moultrie, 1864
Music: PICARDY, French melody, 17th cent., Arr. by Ralph Vaughan Williams, 1906 Let all mortal flesh keep silence And with fear and trembling stand Ponder nothing earthly-minded For with blessing in his hand Christ our God to earth descendeth Our full homage to demand King of kings, yet born of Mary As of old on earth he stood Lord of lords, in human vesture In the body and the blood He will give to all the faithful His own self for heav'nly food Rank on rank the host of heaven Spreads its vanguard on the way As the Light of light descendeth From the realms of endless day That the pow'rs of hell may vanish As the darkness clears away At his feet the six-winged seraph Cherubim with sleepless eye Veil their faces to the presence As with ceaseless voice they cry "Alleluia, alleluia, Alleluia, Lord Most High!"
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PSALM 130
Words: Martin Luther, 1523
Music: Christopher Miner From the depths of woe I raise to Thee the voice of lamentation Lord, turn a gracious ear to me and hear my supplication If Thou iniquities dost mark, our secret sins and misdeeds dark O, who shall stand before Thee? To wash away the crimson stain, grace, grace alone availeth Our works, alas, are all in vain; in much the best life faileth No man can glory in Thy sight; all must alike confess Thy might And live alone by mercy Therefore my trust is in the Lord, and not in my own merit On Him my soul shall rest; His word upholds my fainting Spirit His promised mercy is my fort, my comfort and my sweet support I wait for it with patience What though I wait the live-long night, and till the dawn appeareth My heart still trusteth in His might; it doubteth not, nor feareth Do thus, O ye of Israel's seed, ye of the Spirit born indeed And wait 'till God appeareth Though great our sins and sore our woes, His grace much more aboundeth His helping love no limit knows; our utmost need it soundeth Our Shepherd, good and true is He, who will at last His Israel free From all their sin and sorrow
© 1997 Christopher Miner Music. All rights reserved. Used by permission.
HOW LOVELY SHINES THE MORNING STAR
Words: Philipp Nicolai, 1597
Music: Daniel Kellogg, 2003 How lovely shines the Morning Star! The nations see and hail afar the light in Judah shining. Thou David's son of Jacob's race my bridegroom and my King of grace for thee my heart is pining. Lowly, holy, great and glorious, thou victorious Prince of graces, filling all the heav'nly places. Now richly to my waiting heart O thou, my God, deign to impart the grace of love undying. In thy blest body let me be e'en as the branch is in the tree thy life my life supplying. Sighing, crying, for the savor of thy favor resting never till I rest in thee forever. Thou, mighty Father, in thy Son didst love me ere thou hadst begun this ancient world's foundation. Thy Son hath made a friend of me and when in Spirit him I see, I joy in tribulation. What bliss is this! He that liveth to me giveth life forever; nothing me from him can sever.
© 2004 Nutmeg Press/ASCAP. All rights reserved.
GOD OF WONDERS
Words and Music: Marc Byrd and Steve Hindalong, 2000
Lord of all creation Of water, earth, and sky The heavens are your tabernacle Glory to the Lord on High God of wonders beyond our galaxy You are holy, holy The universe declares your majesty You are holy, holy Lord of heaven and earth Lord of heaven and earth Early in the morning I will celebrate the light When I stumble in the darkness I will call your name by night Hallelujah to the Lord of heaven and earth
© 2000 Meaux Mercy/New Spring Publishing/Storm Boy Music.
All rights reserved. Used by permission. BE THOU MY VISION
Words: Ancient Irish poem, ca. 8th cent., Tr. By Mary E. Byrne, 1905
Music: SLANE, Traditional Irish melody, Arr. by David Evans, 1927 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, I thy true son Thou in me dwelling, and I with thee one Riches I heed not, nor man's empty gain Thou mine inheritance, now and always Thou and thou only, 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
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OF THE FATHER'S LOVE BEGOTTEN
Words: Aurelius Clemens Prudentius (348-413),
Tr. by John Mason Neale, 1854; Henry W. Baker, 1859 Music: DIVINUM MYSTERIUM, Plainsong, 12th cent., Arr. by Charles Winfred Douglas, 1916 Of the Father's love begotten Ere the worlds began to be He is Alpha and Omega He the Source, the Ending he Of the things that are, that have been And that future years shall see Evermore and evermore! O that birth forever blessed When the virgin, full of grace By the Holy Ghost conceiving Bore the Savior of our race And the babe, the world's Redeemer First revealed his sacred face Evermore and evermore! This is he whom heav'n taught singers Sang of old with one accord Whom the Scriptures of the prophets Promised in their faithful word Now he shines, the long-expected Let creation praise its Lord Evermore and evermore! O ye heights of heav'n, adore him Angel hosts, his praises sing All dominions, bow before him And extol our God and King Let no tongue on earth be silent Ev'ry voice in concert ring Evermore and evermore! Christ, to thee, with God the Father And, O Holy Ghost, to thee Hymn and chant and high thanksgiving And unwearied praises be Honor, glory, and dominion And eternal victory Evermore and evermore!
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DEAR REFUGE OF MY WEARY SOUL
Words: Anne Steele
Music: Kevin Twit Dear refuge of my weary soul On Thee when sorrows rise On Thee when waves of trouble roll My fainting hope relies To Thee I tell each rising grief For Thou alone canst heal Thy Word can bring a sweet relief For every pain I feel But oh! When gloomy doubts prevail I fear to call Thee mine The springs of comfort seem to fail And all my hopes decline Yet gracious God where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust And still my soul would cleave to Thee Though prostrate in the dust Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face And shall I seek in vain? And can the ear of sovereign grace Be deaf when I complain? No, still the ear of sovereign grace Attends the mourner's prayer Oh may I ever find access To breathe my sorrows there Thy mercy seat is open still Here let my soul retreat With humble hope attend Thy will And wait beneath Thy feet Thy mercy seat is open still Here let my soul retreat With humble hope attend Thy will And wait beneath Thy feet
© 1998 Kevin Twit Music. All rights reserved. Used by permission.
JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL
Words: Charles Wesley, 1740
Music: Greg Thompson Jesus, lover of my soul, let me to thy bosom fly While the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is high Hide me, O my Savior, hide, 'till the storm is past Safe into the haven guide; receive my soul at last Other refuge have I none, hangs my helpless soul on thee Leave, oh, leave me not alone, still support and comfort me All my trust on thee is stayed, help from thee I bring Cover my defenseless head [with] the shadow of thy wing Thou, O Christ, art all I want; more than all in thee I find Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, heal the sick, and lead the blind Just and holy is thy name; I am all unrighteousness False and full of sin I am, thou full of truth and grace Plenteous grace with thee is found, grace to cover all my sin Let the healing streams abound; make and keep me pure within Thou of life the fountain art; let me take of thee Spring thou up within my heart to all eternity
© 2000 Greg Thompson Music. All rights reserved. Used by permission.
AROUND THE THRONE OF GOD IN HEAVEN
Words: Anne H. Shepherd, 1836
Music: Daniel Kellogg, 2003 Around the throne of God in heav'n Thousands of children stand Children whose sins are all forgiv'n A holy, happy band, singing Gloria we sing before Thee Gloria to God on high Gloria we sing before Thee Gloria to Christ the Savior In flowing robes of spotless white See ev'ry one arrayed Dwelling in everlasting light And joys that never fade, singing What brought them to that world above That heav'n so bright and fair Where all is peace and joy and love How came those children there, singing Because the Savior shed his blood To wash away their sin Bathed in that pure and precious flood Behold them white and clean, singing
© 2004 Nutmeg Press/ASCAP. All rights reserved.
LIKE A RIVER GLORIOUS
Words: Frances R. Havergal, 1874
Music: WYE VALLEY, w/Refrain, James Mountain, 1876 Like a river glorious is God's perfect peace Over all victorious in its bright increase Perfect, yet it floweth fuller ev'ry day Perfect, yet it groweth deeper all the way Stayed upon Jehovah, hearts are fully blest Finding, as he promised, perfect peace and rest Hidden in the hollow of his blessed hand Never foe can follow, never traitor stand Not a surge of worry, not a shade of care Not a blast of hurry touch the spirit there Ev'ry joy or trial falleth from above Traced upon our dial by the Sun of Love We may trust him fully all for us to do They who trust him wholly find him wholly true
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MAN OF SORROWS! What A Name
Words and music: Philip P. Bliss, 1875
Man of Sorrows! What a name For the Son of God, who came Ruined sinners to reclaim Hallelujah! what a Savior! Bearing shame and scoffing rude In my place condemned he stood Sealed my pardon with his blood Hallelujah! what a Savior! Guilty, vile, and helpless, we Spotless Lamb of God was he Full atonement! Can it be? Hallelujah! what a Savior! Lifted up was he to die "It is finished!" was his cry Now in heav'n exalted high Hallelujah! what a Savior! When he comes, our glorious King All his ransomed home to bring Then anew this song we'll sing Hallelujah! what a Savior!
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