It is Well with My Soul
When peace, like a river,
attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot,
Thou has 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!
My sin, oh, the bliss
of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross,
and I bear it no more,
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!
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!
It is well… it is well.
With my soul… with my soul.
It is well, it is well with my soul!
And can it be that I should gain an interest in the Savior's blood?
Died He for me who caused His pain For me who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be that Thou, my God, would die for me?
And Can it Be
Amazing love! How can it bethat Thou, my God, would die for me?
Amazing love! How can it bethat Thou, my God, would die for me?
He left His Father's throne above so free, so infinite His grace;
emptied Himself of all but love, and bled for Adam's helpless race. 'Tis mercy all, immense and free,
for O my God, it found out me!
Amazing love! How can it bethat Thou, my God, would die for me?
Amazing love! How can it bethat Thou, my God, would die for me?
Long my imprisoned sprit lay, fast bound in sin and nature's night; Thine eye diffused a quickening ray;
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light; my chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
Amazing love! How can it bethat Thou, my God, would die for me?
Amazing love! How can it bethat Thou, my God, would die for me?
No condemnation now I dread; Jesus, and all in him, is mine; alive in him, my living Head,
and clothed in righteousness divine, bold I approach the eternal throne,
and claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Amazing love! How can it bethat Thou, my God, would die for me?
Amazing love! How can it bethat Thou, my God, would die for me?
The image of God invisibleThe firstborn of all life
Before and within, He holds it all inOne name, one faith, one Christ
Awake My Soul
No one is good enoughTo save himself
Awake my soul tonightTo boast nothing else
I trust no other source or nameNowhere else can I hide
This grace gives me fear, and this grace draws me nearAnd all that it asks it provides
No one is good enoughTo save himself
Awake my soul tonightTo boast nothing else
No seam in this garmentAll my rags to hide
No less than Your love for Jesus, is mine…
When I stand on the edges of JordanWith the saints and the angels beside
When my body is healed and the glory revealed
Then still I can boast only Christ
No one is good enoughTo save himself
Awake my soul tonightTo boast nothing else
We boast nothing elseWe boast nothing elseWe boast nothing else
Beautiful Scandalous NightGo on up to the mountain of mercy
To the crimson perpetual tideKneel down on the shore, be thirsty no more
Go under and be purified
Follow Christ to the Holy MountainSinner, sorry and wrecked by the fall
Cleanse your heart and your soul, in the fountain that flows
For you and for me and for all
At the wonderful tragic mysterious treeOn that beautiful scandalous night you and me
Were atoned by His blood and forever washed white
On that beautiful scandalous night
On the hillside you will be deliveredAt the foot of the cross justified
And your spirit restored, by the river that poursFrom our blessed Savior's side
At the wonderful tragic mysterious treeOn that beautiful scandalous night you and me
Were atoned by His blood and forever washed white
On that beautiful scandalous night
Galatians 3:13-14Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law by becoming a curse for us—for it is written, “Cursed is everyone who is hanged on a tree”— so that in Christ Jesus the blessing of Abraham might come to the Gentiles, so that we might receive the promised Spirit through faith.
Go on up to the mountain of mercyTo the crimson perpetual tideKneel down on the shore,
be thirsty no moreGo under and be purified
At the wonderful tragic mysterious treeOn that beautiful scandalous night you and me
Were atoned by His blood and forever washed white
On that beautiful scandalous nightOn that beautiful scandalous night
“…The scandal of the incarnation is that God worked in what was unworthy: dirt and blood, stones and wood, fire and flesh.
And the Word becoming flesh was not merely a way to communicate the gospel story, it was the gospel story -- for what He became, He also redeemed.”
- Aaron Tate
We Come to You
As you came to us so we come to You
Fragile as a baby hopeful and new
But learning fast that to walk is to fall
Soon we’ve done it all
We come broken and we come undone
We come trying hard to love everyone
But we come up short in all that we do
Because we do so we come to you
As You came to us so we come to you
Dirty and hurting then dead in the tomb
But raised redeemed to show off the scars
‘cause You’ve brought us this far
We come broken and we come undone
We come trying hard to love everyone
But we come up short in all that we do
Because we do so we come to you
As you came to us so we come to You
Fragile as a baby hopeful and new
But learning fast that to walk is to fall
Soon we’ve done it all
We come broken and we come undone
We come trying hard to love everyone
But we come up short in all that we do
Because we do so we come to you
You came to show the way
not around but through.
So through it, all we come to You.
Thy Mercy
Thy mercy, my GodIs the theme of my song,
The joy of my heart, And the boast of my tongue;
Thy free grace alone, From the first to the last,Hath won my affections, And bound my soul fast.
Without Thy sweet mercy, I could not live here,
Sin soon would reduce me To utter despair;
But through Thy free goodness My spirits revive,
And He that first made me Still keeps me alive.
Thy mercy is more than a match For my heart,
Which wonders to feel Its own hardness depart;
Dissolved by Thy goodness, I fall to the ground,
And weep to the praise Of the mercy I’ve found.
Great Father of mercies! Thy goodness I own,
And the covenant love Of Thy crucified Son;
All praise to the Spirit, Whose whisper divine
Seals mercy, and pardon, And righteousness mine!
All praise to the Spirit, Whose whisper divine
Seals mercy, and pardon, And righteousness mine!