Give thanks to the Lord, our God and King:
His love endures forever.
For he is good,
he is above all things,
His love endures forever.
Sing praise, sing praise.

With a mighty hand and outstretched arm
His love endures forever.
For the life that's been reborn
His love endures forever.
Sing praise, sing praise,
Sing praise, sing praise:

Forever God is faithful,
Forever God is strong,
Forever God is with us,
Forever, forever.

From the rising to the setting sun,
His love endures forever.
By the grace of God we will carry on,
His love endures forever.
Sing praise, sing praise,
Sing praise, sing praise:

Forever God is faithful,
Forever God is strong,
Forever God is with us,
Forever.
(repeat)


Chris Tomlin ©2001 worshiptogether.com songs


When peace like a river attends all my way
when sorrows
like sea-billows roll,
wherever my path,
you have taught me to say
'It is well, it is well with my soul.'

'It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.'

Though Satan may buffet, though trials may come,
let this calm assurance control:
that Christ knows my need and my helplessness here
and has shed his own blood
for my soul.

'It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.'

The joy, O the joy
of this glorious thought!
my sin, not in part but the whole,
is nailed to his cross
and I bear it no more;
praise the Lord,
praise the Lord O my soul!

'It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.'

For me it is Christ,
it is Christ now to live!
Though death's waters over me roll,
no fear shall be mine, for in death as in life
you will whisper
your peace to my soul.

'It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.'

But Lord, for your coming in glory we wait;
the sky not the grave is our goal;
the trumpet shall sound and the Lord shall descend:
bless the Lord,
bless the Lord, O my soul!

'It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.'


Charles Spafford


Who has held the oceans in his hands?
Who has numbered every grain of sand?
Kings and nations tremble at his voice,
All creation rises to rejoice.

Behold our God, seated on his throne,
Come let us adore him!
Behold our King, nothing can compare,
Come let us adore him!

Who has given counsel to the Lord?
Who can question any of his words?
Who can teach the one who knows all things?
Who can fathom all his wondrous deeds?

Behold our God, seated on his throne,
Come let us adore him!
Behold our King, nothing can compare,
Come let us adore him!

Who has felt the nails upon his hands
Bearing all the guilt of sinful man?
God eternal humbled to the grave;
Jesus, Saviour risen now to reign!

Behold our God, seated on his throne,
Come let us adore him!
Behold our King, nothing can compare,
Come let us adore him!

Men: You will reign forever!
Women: Let Your glory fill the earth.

Behold our God, seated on his throne,
Come let us adore him!
Behold our King, nothing can compare,
Come let us adore him!


Meghan Baird, Jonathan Baird, Stephen Altrogge ©2011 Sovereigns Grace Worship (ASCAP)/Sovereign Grace Praise (BMI).


Holy Spirit, living Breath of God,
Breathe new life into my willing soul.
Bring the presence of the risen Lord
To renew my heart and make me whole.
Cause Your Word to come alive in me;
Give me faith for what I cannot see;
Give me passion for Your purity.
Holy Spirit, breathe new life in me.

Holy Spirit, come abide within;
May Your joy be seen in all I do-
Love enough to cover every sin
In each thought and deed and attitude,
Kindness to the greatest and the least,
Gentleness that sows the path of peace.
Turn my striving into works of grace.
Breath of God, show Christ in all I do.

Holy Spirit, from creation's birth,
Giving life to all that God has made,
Show Your power once again on earth;
Cause Your church to hunger for Your ways.
Let the fragrance of our prayers arise.
Lead us on the road of sacrifice
That in unity the face of Christ
Will be clear for all the world to see.


Keith Getty & Stuart Townend ©2006 Thankyou Music


I CANNOT TELL why He, whom angels worship,
Should set His love upon the sons of men,
Or why, as Shepherd, He should seek the wanderers,
To bring them back, they know not how or when.
But this I know, that He was born of Mary,
When Bethlehem's manger was His only home,
And that He lived at Nazareth and laboured,
And so the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is come.

I cannot tell how silently He suffered,
As with His peace He graced this place of tears,
Or how His heart upon the cross was
broken,
The crown of pain to three-and-thirty years.
But this I know, He heals the broken-
hearted,
And stays our sin, and calms our lurking
fear,
And lifts the burden from the heavy-laden,
For yet the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is here.

I cannot tell how He will win the nations,
How He will claim His earthly heritage,
How satisfy the needs and aspirations
Of east and west, of sinner and of sage.
But this I know, all flesh shall see His glory,
And He shall reap the harvest He has sown,
And some glad day His sun shall shine in splendour,
When He the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is known.

I cannot tell how all the lands shall worship,
When, at his bidding, every storm is stilled,
Or who can say how great the jubilation
When all the hearts of men with love are filled.
But this I know, the skies will thrill with rapture,
And myriad, myriad human voices sing,
And earth to heaven, and heaven to earth, will answer:
'At last the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is King!'




William Y. Fullerton