Category: Sing The Gospel

VERSE 1
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He Himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay. 

VERSE 2
Thou art coming to a King,
Large petitions with thee bring;
For His grace and pow’r are such
None can ever ask too much. 

VERSE 3
With my burden I begin:
Lord, remove this load of sin;
Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt. 

VERSE 4
Lord, I come to Thee for rest,
Take possession of my breast;
There Thy blood-bought right maintain
And without a rival reign. 

VERSE 5
As the image in the glass Answers the beholder’s face,
Thus unto my heart appear;
Print Thine own resemblance there. 

VERSE 6
While I am a pilgrim here,
Let Thy love my spirit cheer;
As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,
Lead me to my journey’s end. 

VERSE 7
Show me what I have to do;
Every hour my strength renew.
Let me live a life of faith;
Let me die Thy people’s death.

VERSE 1
Oh 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 Your love
Leading onward, leading homeward
to Your glorious rest above 

VERSE 2
Oh the deep, deep love of Jesus;
Spread His praise from shore to shore
How He came to pay our ransom
through the saving cross He bore
How He watches o’er His loved ones,
those He died to make His own
How for them He’s interceding,
pleading now before the throne 

CHORUS
Oh the deep, deep love, all I need and trust
Is the deep, deep love of Jesus 

VERSE 3
Oh the deep, deep love of Jesus,
far surpassing all the rest
It’s an ocean full of blessing
in the midst of every test
the deep, deep love of Jesus,
mighty Savior, precious friend
You will bring us home to glory
where Your love will never end 

VERSE 1
Come, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord, Join in a song with sweet accord;
While ye surround his throne; While ye surround His throne.
Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God;
But servants of the heavenly King; But servants of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad; May speak their joys abroad. 

VERSE 2
The God that rules on high, That all the earth surveys
That rides upon the stormy sky; That rides upon the stormy sky,
And calms the roaring seas- And calms the roaring seas-
This awful God is ours, Our Father and our love;
He will send down his heavenly powers, He will send down his heavenly powers,
To carry us above; To carry us above. 

VERSE 3
There we shall see his face, And never, never sin;
There, from the rivers of his grace, There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in: Drink endless pleasures in:
Yea, and before we rise To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create. Should constant joys create.

VERSE 4
The men of grace have found  Glory begun below;
Celestial fruit on earthly ground; Celestial fruit on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow: From faith and hope may grow:
Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry;
We are marching through Immanuel’s grounds; We are marching through Immanuel’s grounds
To fairer worlds on high. To fairer worlds on high.

VERSE 1
O Word of God incarnate, O Wisdom from on high,
O Truth unchanged, unchanging, O Light of our dark sky:
We praise You for the radiance That from the hallowed page,
A lantern to our footsteps, Shines on from age to age. 

VERSE 2
The church from You, our Savior, Received the gift divine,
And still that light is lifted O’er all the earth to shine.
It is the sacred vessel
Where gems of truth are stored;
It is the heav’n-drawn picture Of Christ, the living Word. 

VERSE 3
The Scripture is a banner Before God’s host unfurled;
It is a shining beacon Above the darkling world.
It is the chart and compass That, all life’s voyage through,
’Mid mists and rocks and quicksands, Still guides, O Christ, to You. 

VERSE 4
Oh, make your church, dear Savior, A lamp of purest gold,
To bear before the nations Your true light as of old.
Oh, teach your wand’ring pilgrims By this their path to trace,
Till, clouds and darkness ended, They see You face to face.

Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

VERSE 1
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

VERSE 2
The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day
And there may I, though vile as he Washed all my sins away
Washed all my sins away Washed all my sins away
And there may I, though vile as he Washed all my sins away 

VERSE 3
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