Come, people of the Risen King,
Who delight to bring Him praise;
Come all and tune your hearts to sing
To the Morning Star of grace.
From the shifting shadows of the earth
We will lift our eyes to Him,
Where steady arms of mercy reach
To gather children in.

Rejoice, Rejoice! Let every tongue rejoice!
One heart, one voice; O Church of Christ, rejoice!

Come, those whose joy is morning sun,
And those weeping through the night;
Come, those who tell of battles won,
And those struggling in the fight.
For His perfect love will never change,
And His mercies never cease,
But follow us through all our days
With the certain hope of peace.

Rejoice, Rejoice! Let every tongue rejoice!
One heart, one voice; O Church of Christ, rejoice!

Come, young and old from every land
Men and women of the faith;
Come, those with full or empty hands
Find the riches of His grace.
Over all the world, His people sing
Shore to shore we hear them call
The Truth that cries through every age:
Our God is all in all!

Rejoice, Rejoice! Let every tongue rejoice!
One heart, one voice; O Church of Christ, rejoice!

Rejoice, Rejoice! Let every tongue rejoice!
One heart, one voice; O Church of Christ, rejoice!


Keith and Kristyn Getty and Stuart Townend ©2008 Thankyou Music


One day when Heaven was filled with His praises,
One day when sin was as black as could be;
Jesus came forth to be born of a virgin,
Dwelt among men, my example is He.
Word became flesh and the light shined among us,
His glory revealed.

Living, He loved me,
Dying, He saved me,
Buried, He carried my sins far away.
Rising, He justified freely forever.
One day He's coming,
Oh glorious day, oh glorious day.

One day they led Him up Calvary's mountain,
One day they nailed Him to die on a tree.
Suffering anguish, despised and rejected,
Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He.
Hands that healed nations, stretched out on a tree,
And took the nails for me.

Living, He loved me,
Dying, He saved me,
Buried, He carried my sins far away.
Rising, He justified freely forever.
One day He's coming,
Oh glorious day, oh glorious day.

One day the grave could conceal Him no longer,
One day the stone rolled away from the door;
Then He arose, over death He had conquered,
Now He's ascended, my Lord evermore!
Death could not hold Him, the grave could not keep Him,
From rising again.

Living, He loved me,
Dying, He saved me,
Buried, He carried my sins far away.
Rising, He justified freely forever.
One day He's coming,
Oh glorious day, oh glorious day, oh glorious day.

One day the trumpet will sound for His coming,
One day the skies with His glories will shine,
Wonderful day, my Beloved One, bringing
My Saviour, Jesus, is mine.

Living, He loved me,
Dying, He saved me,
Buried, He carried my sins far away.
Rising, He justified freely forever.
One day He's coming,
Oh glorious day, oh glorious day.


John Wilbur Chapman/Mark Hall,Michael Bleecker ©2000 Storm Boy Music / Spring Pub (ASCAP)


Glory and power to the one who loves us,
Honour and praise him forever;
Come Lord Jesus, come Lord Jesus.

Glory and power to the one who freed us
From all our sins by his blood;
Come Lord Jesus, come Lord Jesus.

See him coming on the clouds of heaven,
every eye behold him now.
He's the Living One, the first and last
Who once was dead,
But now he lives forever and ever.

Glory and power to the one who made us
A kingdom of priests for God's service;
Come Lord Jesus, come Lord Jesus.

See him coming on the clouds of heaven,
every eye behold him now.
He's the Living One, the first and last
Who once was dead,
But now he lives forever and ever.

Jesus is the Living One,
Who died and came alive;
Jesus is Almighty Lord,
Who was and is to come!
(repeat)

See him coming on the clouds of heaven,
every eye behold him now.
He's the Living One, the first and last
Who once was dead,
But now he lives forever and ever.


Mark Peterson ©2007 Emu Music


Low in the grave he lay
Jesus, my Saviour,
Waiting the coming day,
Jesus, my Lord:

Up from the grave He arose,
With a mighty triumph o'er His foes;
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives for ever with His saints to reign:
He arose! He arose!
Alleluia! Christ arose!

Vainly they watch His bed,
Jesus, my Saviour;
Vainly they seal the dead,
Jesus, my Lord:

Death cannot keep his prey,
Jesus, my Saviour;
He tore the bars away,
Jesus, my Lord:





‎Robert Lowry (1826-1899)


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 hidden in 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 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 with His blood;
My life is hid with Christ on high,
With Christ, my Saviour and my God,
With Christ, my Saviour and my God.


Charity L Bancroft


In Christ alone
my hope is found,
He is my light,
my strength, my song;
This Cornerstone, this solid Ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.

What heights of love,
what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My Comforter, my All in All,
Here in the love
of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone!
who took on flesh,
Fullness of God
in helpless babe!
This gift of love
and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save:

Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied -
For every sin
on Him was laid;
Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world
by darkness slain:
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again!

And as He stands in victory
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me,
For I am His
and He is mine -
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life,
no fear in death,
This is the power of Christ in me;
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.

No power of hell,
no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me
from His hand;
Till he returns
or calls me home,
Here in the power
of Christ I'll stand!


Keith Getty & Stuart Townend ©2001 Thankyou Music