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Take My Life and Let it Be

Frances Havergal

 
Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in ceaseless praise,
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
 
Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love;
Take my feet and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee,
Swift and beautiful for Thee.
 
Take my voice, and let me sing
Always, only, for my King;
Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee,
Filled with messages from Thee.
 
Take my silver and my gold;
not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect and use
every power as thou shalt choose,
every power as thou shalt choose.
 
Take my will, and make it Thine;
It shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart; it is Thine own;
It shall be Thy royal throne,
It shall be Thy royal throne.

All Praise to Thee

Thomas Ken

 
All praise to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath thine own almighty wings.
 
Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ills that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
 
All praise to Him
All praise to Him
All praise to Him
He’s the King of Kings
 
O may my soul on thee repose,
And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
Sleep that may me more vig’rous make
To serve my God when I awake.
 
All praise to Him
All praise to Him
All praise to Him
He’s the King of Kings, give all the praise
 
All praise to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath thine own almighty wings.
 
Praise God from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heav’nly host:
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

It Is Well

Horatio G. Spafford

 
When peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well with my soul
 
It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul
 
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come
Let this blest assurance control
That Christ (yes, He has) has regarded my helpless estate
And has shed His own blood for my soul
 
It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul
 
My sin, oh the bliss of this glorious thought (a thought)
My sin, not in part, but the whole (every bit, every bit, all of it)
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more (yes)
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul
 
It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul
Sing it as well
It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul
 
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend
Even so, it is well with my soul
 
It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul
‘Cause of You, Jesus, it is well
It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul

Life out Thy Life Within Me

Frances R. Havergal/Johanna McKay

 
Live out Thy life within me, O Jesus, King of kings
Be Thou Thyself the answer to all my questionings;
Live out Thy life within me, in all things have Thy way
I, thy transparent medium, Thy glory to display.

The temple has been yielded, and purified of sin,
Let Thy Shekinah glory now shine forth from within,
And all the earth keep silence, the body henceforth be
Thy silent, gentle servant, moved only as by Thee.

Live in me, breathe in me, use me for Your will
So the world can see, that You are good and holy

Its members every moment held subject to Thy call,
Ready to have Thee use them, or not be used at all,
Held without restless longing, or strain, or stress, or fret,
Or chafings at Thy dealings, or thoughts of vain regret.

Live in me, breathe in me, use me for Your will
So the world can see, that You are good and holy
Live in me, breathe in me, use me for Your will
So the world can see, that You are good and holy

But restful, calm and pliant, from bend and bias free,
Awaiting Thy decision, when Thou hast need of me;
Live out Thy life within me, O Jesus, King of kings!
Be Thou the glorious answer to all my questionings.

Live in me, breathe in me, use me for Your will
So the world can see, that You are good and holy
Live in me, breathe in me, use me for Your will
So the world can see, that You are good and holy

As a Witness

David Williams

 
This mystery You spoke, in the end will be done.
It is Christ in you the hope of glory.
But how could this be, with the sinful heart of man,
and iniquity has stained my story.
 
But He said, not by might of man, but through My Holy Spirit.
I’m the true Vine, through you, I’ll reveal who I am.
 
Oh so many dying souls, a desperate world in need,
they are fallen, and blinded of His love.
Let the truth of heaven shine, that the captives may be freed,
looking not to self, but Christ above.
 
But He said, not by might of man, but through My Holy Spirit.
I’m the true Vine, through you I’ll reveal who I am.
 
We are His witnesses, we’ll claim, His promises.
Let us show the world what God has done.
We are His witnesses, believe what scripture says,
that on that rugged cross He gave His Son.
 
To every nation tribe and tongue,
for His judgement now has come,
let us be His witnesses,
then the end of earth shall come.
 
To love Him and man is the greatest case for Christ,
what more is there to prove the great I Am.
When this gospel has gone, we’ll behold our Lord so bright,
then we’ll see the Promised Land.
 
And He said, not by might of man,
but through My Holy Spirit.
I’m the true Vine,
through you I’ll reveal who I am.
 
We are His witnesses, we’ll claim, His promises.
Let us show the world what God has done.
We are His witnesses, believe what scripture says,
that on that rugged cross He gave His Son.
 
To every nation tribe and tongue,
for His judgement now has come,
let us be His witnesses.
 
We are His witnesses, we’ll claim, His promises.
Let us show the world what God has done.
We are His witnesses, believe what scripture says,
that on that rugged cross He gave His Son.
 
To every nation tribe and tongue,
for His judgement now has come,
let us be His witnesses,
then the end of earth shall come.

Great is Thy Faithfulness

Thomas Chisholm

 
Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father
There is no shadow of turning with Thee
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not
As Thou hast been Thou forever wilt be

Summer and winter, and springtime and harvest
Sun, moon and stars in their courses above
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love

Great is Thy faithfulness, great is Thy faithfulness
Morning by morning new mercies I see
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me

Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth
Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside

Great is Thy faithfulness, great is Thy faithfulness
Morning by morning new mercies I see
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided
Great is Thy faithfulness x3, Lord, unto me

‘The Blood’ Medley

Andrae Crouch

 
The blood that Jesus shed for me
Way back on Calvary
The blood that gives me strength
From day to day
It will never lose its power
 
What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus

Oh! precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow
No other fount I know
Nothing but the blood of Jesus

This is all my Hope and peace,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
This is all my righteousness,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
 
Oh! precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow
No other fount I know
Nothing but the blood of Jesus

O, there is power, power, wonder working power
In the blood of the Lamb
There is power, power, wonder working power
In the precious blood of the Lamb
 
O, There is power, power, wonder working power
In the blood of the Lamb
There is power, power, wonder working power
In the precious blood of the Lamb
In the precious blood of the Lamb
In the precious blood of the Lamb

Holy Holy Holy

Reginald Heber


Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee;
Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty!
God in three Persons, blessed Trinity!

Holy, holy, holy! Angels adore Thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
Thousands and ten thousands worship low before Thee,
Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.

Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide Thee,
Though the eye of  man Thy great glory may not see;
Only Thou art holy; there is none beside Thee,
Perfect in power, in love, and purity.

Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
All Thy works shall praise Thy name, in earth, and sky, and sea;
Holy, holy, holy; merciful and mighty!
God in three Persons, blessed Trinity!

How Deep the Father’s Love for Us

Stuart Townend

 
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.
 
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.
 
I will not boast in anything,
No gifts, no power, 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.
 
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.
 
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.

How Great Thou Art

Carl Boberg

 
Oh Lord, my God When I, in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder
Thy power throughout the universe displayed
 
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee
How great Thou art, how great Thou art
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee
How great Thou art, how great Thou art
 
And when I think that God, His Son not sparing
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in
That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing
He bled and died to take away my sin
 
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee
How great Thou art, how great Thou art
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee
How great Thou art, how great Thou art
 
When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration
And then proclaim, my God, how great Thou art
 
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee
How great Thou art, how great Thou art
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee
How great Thou art, how great Thou art

There is a Fountain

William Cowper

 
There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel’s veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains:
 
Lose all their guilty stains,
Lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
 
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away:
 
Wash all my sins away,
Wash all my sins away;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.
 
E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
 
And shall be till I die,
And shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
 
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I’ll sing thy power to save,
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave.
 
Lies silent in the grave,
Lies silent in the grave;
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave.

Before the Throne of God Above

Charitie Lees Bancroft

 
Before the Throne of God above
I have a strong and 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 Heaven 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 to all my sin.
 
Because the sinless Savior 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 with His blood
My life is hid with Christ on high
With Christ, my Savior and my God
With Christ, my Savior and my God.
 
One with Himself I cannot die
My soul is purchased with His blood
My life is hid with Christ on high
With Christ, my Savior and my God
With Christ, my Savior and my God.
my God.
my God.

Were You There?

Mahalia Jackson

 
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
 
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
 
Were you there when they pierced him in the side?
Were you there when they pierced him in the side?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they pierced him in the side?
 
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?

This is My Father’s World

Maltbie Babcock

 
This is my Father’s world, and to my list’ning ears,
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
 
This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.
 
This is my Father’s world, the birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their Maker’s praise.
 
This is my Father’s world: He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.
 
This is my Father’s world. O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
 
This is my Father’s world: why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let earth be glad!
 
This is my Father’s world: why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let earth be glad!
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let earth be glad! (Solo)

In the Sweet By and By

Stanford Bennet

 
There’s a land that is fairer than day,
And by faith we can see it afar,
For the Father waits over the way
To prepare us a dwelling place there.
 
In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore;
In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore.
 
We shall sing on that beautiful shore
The melodious songs of the blessed;
And our spirits shall sorrow no more,
Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.
 
To our bountiful Father above,
We will offer our tribute of praise
For the glorious gift of His love
And the blessings that hallow our days.

No Night There

John Clements/Johanna McKay

 

In the land of fadeless day
Lies the city four-square;
It shall never pass away,
And there is no night there.

All the gates of pearl are made,
In the city four-square;
All the streets with gold are laid,
And there is no night there.

God shall wipe away all tears;
There’s no death, no pain, nor fears;
And they count not time by years,
For there is no night there.

And the gates shall never close
To the city four-square;
There life’s crystal river flows,
And there is no night there.

No sin, no shame
No pride or self gain
New life, cause the Lamb was slain
So look up and store your treasures there

There they need no sunshine bright,
In that city four-square;
For the Lamb is all the light,
And there is no night there.

O the Deep Deep Love of Jesus

Samuel Trevor Francis

 
O the deep, deep love of Jesus
Vast, unmeasured, boundless, free,
rolling as a mighty ocean
in its fullness over me.

Underneath me, all around me,
is the current of thy love;
leading onward, leading homeward,
to thy glorious rest above.

O the deep, deep love of Jesus
Spread his praise from shore to shore;
how He loveth, ever loveth,
changeth never, nevermore;

How He watches o’er His loved ones,
died to call them all His own;
how for them He intercedeth,
watcheth o’er them from the throne.

O the deep, deep love of Jesus
Love of ev’ry love the best:
’tis an ocean vast of blessing,
’tis a haven sweet of rest.

O the deep, deep love of Jesus!
‘Tis a heav’n of heav’ns to me;
and it lifts me up to glory,
for it lifts me up to thee.