You are holy, O Lord, so holy.
You are holy, O Lord, so holy.
What a privilege and an honor
to worship at Your throne;
to be called into Your presence as Your own.
You are worthy, O Lord, so worthy.
You are worthy, O Lord, so worthy.
What a privilege and an honor
to worship at Your throne;
to be called into Your presence
as Your own.
You are faithful, O Lord, so faithful
You are faithful, O Lord, so faithful
What a privilege and an honor
to worship at Your throne;
o be called into Your presence
as Your own.
You are holy, O Lord, so holy
You are worthy, O Lord, so worthy
You are faithful, O Lord, so faithful
You are holy, O Lord, so holy
Words and Music by: Scott Wesley Brown
©1995 Integrity Music, CCLI#357532
O Lord, our Lord,how majestic
is your name in all the earth.
O Lord, our Lord, how majestic
is your name in all the earth
The heavens declare your greatness
The oceans cry out to you
The mountains they bow down before you
So I'll join with the earth
and I'll give my praise to you.
O Lord, our Lord, how majestic
is your name in all the earth
O Lord, our Lord, how majestic
is your name in all the earth.
The heavens declare your greatness
The oceans cry out to you
The mountains they bow down before you
So I'll join with the earth
and I'll sing...
The heavens declare your greatness
The oceans cry out to you
The mountains they bow down before you
So I'll join with the earth
and I'll give my praise to you.
I will worship you
I will worship you
We will worship you
We will worship you
The heavens declare your greatness
The oceans cry out to you
The mountains they bow down before you
So I'll join with the earth
and I'll sing...
The heavens declare your greatness
The oceans cry out to you
The mountains they bow down before you
So I'll join with the earth
and I'll give my praise to you.
Words and music by Lincoln Brewster
©2005 Integrity's Praise! Music
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
from Thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;
Save from wrath and make me pure.
Rock of Ages, Rock of Ages
Let me hide my soul in Thee
Rock of Ages, Rock of Ages
Let me hide my soul in Thee.
Not the labors of my hands
can fulfill Thy law's commands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save,
and Thou alone.
Rock of Ages, Rock of Ages
Let me hide my soul in Thee
Rock of Ages, Rock of Ages
Let me hide my soul in Thee.
While I draw this fleeting breath,
when mine eyes
shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
see thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
Rock of Ages, Rock of Ages
Let me hide my soul in Thee
Rock of Ages, Rock of Ages
Let me hide my soul in Thee.
Words by Augustus Toplady, Music and alt. by Burress McCombe
Before the throne of God above
I have a strong, a perfect plea,
a great High Priest
whose name is Love,
who ever lives and pleads for me.
My name is graven on his hands,
my name is written on his heart
I know that while in heav'n he stands
no tongue can bid me thence depart
no tongue can bid me thence depart
When Satan tempts me to despair
and tells me of the guilt within,
upward I look and see him there
who made an end of all my sin.
Because the sinless Saviour died,
My sinful soul is counted free
for God, the Just, is satisfied
to look on him and pardon me,
to look on him and pardon me.
Behold him there! The risen Lamb,
my perfect, spotless righteousness
the great unchangeable I AM,
the King of glory and of grace!
One with himself I cannot die,
My soul is purchased by His blood
my life is hid with Christ on high,
with Christ, my Savior and my God
One with himself I cannot die,
My soul is purchased by His blood
my life is hid with Christ on high,
with Christ, my Savior and my God
with Christ, my Savior and my God
Words by Charitie L. Bancroft, Music by Vikki Cook
©1993 PDI Worship CCL#357532
How deep the Father's love for us,
how vast beyond all measure,
that He should give His only son
to make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss,
the Father turns His face away,
as wounds which mar
the Chosen One
bring many sons to glory.
Behold the man upon a cross,
my sin upon His shoulders;
ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held Him there
until it was accomplished;
His dying breath has
brought me life
I know that it is finished.
I will not boast in anything,
no gifts, no pow'r, no wisdom;
but I will boast in Jesus Christ,
His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain
from His reward?
I cannot give an answer,
but this I know with all my heart,
His wounds have paid my ransom.
Words and Music by Stuart Townend
©1995 Kingsway's Thankyou Music, CCLI#357532
When wounded sore,
The stricken heart
Lies bleeding and unbound,
One only hand, a pierced hand,
Can salve the sinner's wound.
When sorrow swells the laden breast,
And tears of anguish flow,
One only heart, a broken heart,
Can feel the sinner's woe.
Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord,
Unseal that cleansing tide;
We have no shelter from our sin
But in Thy wounded side.
When penitential grief has wept
O'er some foul dark spot,
One only stream, a stream of blood,
Can wash away the blot.
'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white,
His hand that brings relief,
His heart that's touched with all our joys,
And feels for all our grief.
Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord,
Unseal that cleansing tide;
We have no shelter from our sin
But in Thy wounded side.
Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord,
Unseal that cleansing tide;
We have no shelter from our sin
But in Thy wounded side.
Words by Cecil Alexander, alt. by Andrew Osenga, music by Andrew Osenga
©2005 The Velvet Eagle Sings (ASCAP)
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus' blood and righteousness
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus' name.
On Christ, the solid Rock I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.
When darkness veils His lovely face, I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.
On Christ, the solid Rock I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.
When He shall come
with trumpet sound,
O may I then in Him be found;
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.
On Christ, the solid Rock I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.
Words by Edward Mote, Music by William B. Bradbury
We bow our hearts,
we bend our knees
O Spirit, come make us humble.
We turn our eyes from evil things
O Lord, we cast down our idols.
Give us clean hands,
give us pure hearts
Let us not lift
our souls to another.
Give us clean hands,
give us pure hearts
Let us not lift
our souls to another.
And God let us be
a generation that seeks
That seeks your face,
O God of Jacob
And God let us be
a generation that seeks
That seeks your face,
O God of Jacob
We bow our hearts,
we bend our knees
O Spirit, come make us humble.
We turn our eyes from evil things
O Lord, we cast down our idols.
Give us clean hands,
give us pure hearts
Let us not lift
our souls to another.
Give us clean hands,
give us pure hearts
Let us not lift
our souls to another.
And God let us be
a generation that seeks
That seeks your face,
O God of Jacob
And God let us be
a generation that seeks
That seeks your face,
O God of Jacob
Words and Music by Charlie Hall
©2000 Worshiptogether.com Songs/Six Steps Music, JesseReeves Publishing, CCLI#357532
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