Song Lyrics (22 February 2015)

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HE MADE THE STARS TO SHINE

1 He made the stars to shine,
He made the rolling sea,
He made the mountains high,
And the Lord made you, and the Lord made me.
And this is why we love him:
For us he bled and died;
The Lord of all creation became the crucified!

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COME THOU FOUNT

1 Come, thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious measure
Sung by flaming tongues above;
O the vast, the boundless treasure,
Of my Lord’s unchanging love!

2 Hitherto thy love has blessed me,
Thou hast brought me to this place,
And I know thy hand will lead me
Safely home by thy good grace.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand’ring from the fold of God:
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.

3 O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter
Bind my wandering heart to thee:
Prone to wander—Lord, I feel it—
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart—O take and seal it,
Seal it from thy courts above.

4 O that day when, freed from sinning,
I shall see thy lovely face,
Full arrayed in blood-washed linen,
How I’ll sing thy sovereign grace.
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Bring thy promises to pass,
For I know thy pow’r will keep me
Till I’m home with thee at last.

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HE IS EXALTED

1 He is exalted, the King is exalted on high:
We will praise him;
He is exalted, forever exalted,
And we will praise his name!
He is the Lord, forever his truth shall reign,
Heaven and earth rejoice in his holy name!
He is exalted, the King is exalted on high!

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GLORIOUS DAY

1 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!
The Word became flesh and 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!

2 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!
The 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!

3 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 is 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!

4 One day the trumpet will sound for his coming,
One day the skies with his glories will shine.
Wonderful day, my beloved ones 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, glorious day!
Oh glorious day!

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HE WILL HOLD ME FAST

1 When I fear my faith will fail,
Christ will hold me fast;
When the tempter would prevail,
He will hold me fast.
I could never keep my hold
Through life’s fearful path;
For my love is often cold;
He must hold me fast.

He will hold me fast,
He will hold me fast;
For my Saviour loves me so,
He will hold me fast.

2 Those he saves are his delight,
Christ will hold me fast;
Precious in his holy sight,
He will hold me fast.
He’ll not let my soul be lost;
His promises shall last;
Bought by him at such a cost,
He will hold me fast.

He will hold me fast,
He will hold me fast;
For my Saviour loves me so,
He will hold me fast.

3 For my life he bled and died,
Christ will hold me fast;
Justice has been satisfied;
He will hold me fast.
Raised with him to endless life,
He will hold me fast
Till our faith is turned to sight,
When he comes at last!

He will hold me fast,
He will hold me fast;
For my Saviour loves me so,
He will hold me fast.

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YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

1 You are beautiful beyond description,
Too marvellous for words,
To wonderful for comprehension,
Like nothing ever seen or heard.
Who can grasp your infinite wisdom?
Who can fathom the depth of your love?
You are beautiful beyond description,
Majesty, enthroned above.
And I stand, I stand in awe of you;
I stand, I stand in awe of you.
Holy God, to whom all praise is due,
I stand in awe of you.

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GOD OF GLORY

1 God of glory, we exalt your name,
You who reign in majesty;
We lift our hearts to you and we will worship,
Praise and magnify your holy name.
In power resplendent you reign in glory;
Eternal King, you reign forever:
Your Word is mighty, releasing captives,
Your love is gracious—you are my God.

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HOW GREAT IS YOUR LOVE

1 No eye has seen, and no ear has heard,
And no mind has ever conceived
The glorious things that you have prepared
For everyone who has believed!
You brought us near, and you called us your own,
And made us joint-heirs with your Son!

How high and how wide, how deep and how long,
How sweet and how strong is your love!
How lavish your grace, how faithful your ways,
How great is your love, O Lord!

2 Objects of mercy, who should have known wrath,
We’re filled with unspeakable joy;
Riches of wisdom, unsearchable wealth,
And the wonder of knowing your voice!
You are our treasure and our great reward,
Our hope and our glorious King!

How high and how wide, how deep and how long,
How sweet and how strong is your love!
How lavish your grace, how faithful your ways,
How great is your love, O Lord!

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HOW LONG?

1 We have sung our songs of victory,
We have prayed to you for rain,
We have cried for your compassion
To renew the land again.
Now we’re standing in your presence,
More hungry than before,
Now we’re on your steps of mercy,
And we’re knocking at your door.

How long, before you drench the barren land?
How long, before we see a righteous man?
How long, before your name is lifted high?
How long, before the weeping turns to songs of joy?

2 Lord, you do not turn a blind eye
To the evil that you see,
And you’ve stayed your hand of judgement,
For you plan to set men free.
But the land is still in darkness,
And we’ve fled from what is right;
We have failed the silent children
Who will never see the light.

How long, before you drench the barren land?
How long, before we see a righteous man?
How long, before your name is lifted high?
How long, before the weeping turns to songs of joy?

3 But we know a day is coming
When the deaf will hear your voice,
When the blind will see their Saviour,
And the lame will leap for joy;
When the widow finds a husband
Who will always love his bride
And the orphan finds a father
Who will never leave her side.

How long, before your glory lights the skies?
How long, before your radiance lifts our eyes?
How long, before your fragrance fills the air?
How long, before the earth resounds with songs of joy?
How long?

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HAIL, O ONCE-REJECTED JESUS!

1 Hail, O once-rejected Jesus!
Hail, O Galilean King!
You have suffered to release us
And your free salvation bring.
Hail, O agonising Saviour,
Bearer of our sin and shame,
By your merits we find favour,
Life is given through your name.

2 Spotless Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins on your were laid;
By almighty love anointed
Full atonement you have made.
All your people are forgiven
Through the virtue of your blood;
Opened is the gate of heaven,
Man is reconciled with God.

3 Jesus! Hail enthroned in glory,
There forever to abide;
All the heav’nly hosts adore you
Seated at your Father’s side.
There for sinners you are pleading
And our place you now prepare;
Always for us interceding,
Till in glory we appear.

4 Worship, honour, pow’r and blessing
You are worthy to receive;
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Right it is for us to give.
Help us, bright angelic spirits—
Joined with ours your voices raise;
Help to show our Saviour’s merits,
Help to sing Emmanuel’s praise.

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I LOVE TO TELL THE STORY

1 I love to tell the story of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and his glory, of Jesus and his love;
I love to tell the story because I know ‘tis true,
It satisfies my longings as nothing else can do.

I love to tell the story! ‘Twill be my theme in glory—
To tell the old, old story of Jesus and his love.

2 I love to tell the story—more wonderful it seems
Than all the golden fancies of all our golden dreams;
I love to tell the story—it did so much for me,
And that is just the reason I tell it now to thee.

I love to tell the story! ‘Twill be my theme in glory—
To tell the old, old story of Jesus and his love.

3 I love to tell the story—‘tis pleasant to repeat
What seems, each time I tell it, more wonderfully sweet;
I love to tell the story for some have never heard
The message of salvation from God’s own holy Word.

I love to tell the story! ‘Twill be my theme in glory—
To tell the old, old story of Jesus and his love.

4 I love to tell the story, for those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting to hear it like the rest;
And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the new, new song,
‘Twill be the old, old story that I have loved so long.

I love to tell the story! ‘Twill be my theme in glory—
To tell the old, old story of Jesus and his love.