Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Victory in Jesus

Verse 1
I heard an old, old story, how a Saviour came from glory,
How He gave His life on Calvary to save a wretch like me;
I heard about His groaning, of His precious blood's atoning,
Then I repented of my sins and won the victory.

O victory in Jesus, my Saviour, forever
He sought me and bought me with His redeeming blood.
He loved me ere I knew Him, and all my love is due Him,
He plunged me to victory beneath the cleansing flood.

Verse 2
I heard about His healing, of His cleansing pow'r revealing,
How He made the lame to walk again and caused the blind to see;
And then I cried, "Dear Jesus, come and heal my broken spirit,"
And somehow Jesus came and bro't to me the victory.

Verse 3
I heard about a mansion He has built for me in glory,
And I heard about the streets of gold beyond the crystal sea;
About the angels singing, and the old redemption story,
And some sweet day I'll sing up there the song of victory.

The Judgement

Verse 1
All is still; heaven is silent, as the mighty judge ascends the throne.
The Book of Life is opened, as countless souls begin to moan;
From the throne comes a voice like thunder, "Depart I know you not.
For the names written in this book are the souls my blood has bought."

Verse 2
Faces turn as into that courtroom, comes the very seed of sin
He who was the saint's accuser must face the charges against him
With the fury of all the ages, that demon voice begins to cry:
"It's not fair, I almost had you, on Golgatha I watched you die."

But then Satan begins to tremble, as his fate to him was known
From the throne came the verdict, "The lake of fire will be your home."

Final Chorus
And I see every knee is bowing, every hand in honor is raised
Every voice to Him is lifted, "Thou art worthy, the Lamb be praised."
Angels standing at attention, as the redeemed begin to sing.
Heaven's ports resound the anthem: "You are our Saviour, Lord and King!"
Heaven's ports resound the anthem: "You are our Saviour, Lord and King!"
"Thou art worthy, thou art worthy, the Lamb be praised!"

Hark, Hark, My Soul!

Verse 1
Hark, hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling
O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore;
How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling
Of that new life when sin shall be no more!

Angels of Jesus, angels of light,
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night!

Verse 2
Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing,
The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea,
And laden souls by thousands meekly stealing,
Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee.

Verse 3
Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,
"Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come;"
And thro' the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing,
The music of the gospel leads us home.

Verse 4
Angels, sing on! your faithful watches keeping;
Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above;
Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping,
And life's long shadows break in cloudless love.

Glorious Things of Thee Are Spoken

Verse 1
Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God;
He, whose word cannot be broken,
Formed thee for His own abode;
On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.

Verse 2
See, the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove:
Who can faint, while such a river
Ever flows their thirst t' assuage?
Grace which, like the Lord, the Giver,
Never fails from age to age.

Verse 3
Round each habitation hov'ring,
See the cloud and fire appear
For a glory and a cov'ring,
Showing that the Lord is near!
Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God;
He, whose word cannot be broken,
Formed thee for His own abode.

I Will Pilot Thee

Verse 1
Sometimes, when my faith would falter
And no sunlight I can see,
I just lift mine eyes to Jesus
And I whisper, "Pilot me."

"Fear thou not, for I'll be with thee,
I will still thy Pilot be;
Never mind the tossing billows,
Take My hand and trust in Me."

Verse 2
Often, when my soul is weary
And the days seem, oh, so long,
I just look up to my Pilot
And I hear this blessed song:

Verse 3
When temptations 'round me gather
And I almost lose my way,
Somehow, in the raging tempest,
I can hear my Saviour say:

Verse 4
When I come to Jordan's river
And its troubled waters see,
On the brink I'll see my Saviour
And I know He'll pilot me.

Monday, May 4, 2015

I've Got More to Go to Heaven For

Verse 1
I've been on my way to heaven, for a long, long time
And many things have happened, that's clouded up my mind
But I am more determined, to walk the narrow way
I've got more to go to heaven for than I had yesterday.

There's  a golden street to walk upon, a bell I'm gonna ring
A band of angels in the sky, I want to hear them sing.
There'll be a lot of friends awaiting when I walk thru the gates
I've got more to go to heaven for than I had yesterday.

Verse 2
I've been through the lonesome valleys, I've climbed the highest hills
I've known the joy of living, the center of God's will.
I've watched the angels come and take my loved-ones home to stay
I've got more to go to heaven for than I had yesterday.

What a Lovely Name

Verse 1
There's a name above all others,
Wonderful to hear, bringing hope and cheer;
It's the lovely name of Jesus,
Evermore the same, what a lovely name!

What a lovely name, this name of Jesus,
Reaching higher far than the brightest star;
Sweeter than the songs they sing in heaven,
Let the world proclaim, "What a lovely name!"

Verse 2
Through His name there's wondrous power,
Power to redeem, making sinners clean;
By His pow'r He cleansed the leper,
Opened blinded eyes, caused the dead to rise.

Verse 3
He'll return in clouds of glory,
Saints of ev'ry race shall behold His face;
With Him enter heaven's city,
Ever to acclaim "What a lovely name!"

A Very Special Grace

Verse 1
When my life is tested by a bitter trial,
When the tempter tries to tempt me  in my way,
Or when darkness dreary falls upon my journey,
Then Jesus gives a very special grace.

A very special grace in the time of my trouble
A very special grace just to see me through,
A very special grace that will heal all my heartaches,
And Jesus wants to give this very special grace to you.

Verse 2
Oh, I know that I am never, never worthy,
For my sins demand that I be punished too.
But I've heard how Jesus took my place on Calv'ry,
And that His very special grace will see me through.

The Broken Ones

Verse 1
Maggie came home one day with a raggedy, Raggedy Anne.
She said "Mama, look what I found in the neighbors garbage can."
It had a missing left arm, and a right button eye hanging by a thread
She carried it gently up to her room and laid it on her bed
With her other dolls.

She loves the broken ones, the ones that need a little patchin' up
She see's the diamond in the rough and makes it shine like new
It really doesn't take that much, a willing heart and a tender touch
If everybody loved like she does, there'd be a lot less broken ones.

Verse 2
Twenty years later in a shelter on Eighteenth Avenue
A seventeen year old girl shows up all black and blue
With needle tracks in her left arm, almost too weak to stand,
She says, "I'm lost and I need help", as Maggie takes her hand
And says, "Come on in!"

If you call her an angel, she'd be quick to say to you
She's just doing what the one who died for her would do