Come and stand before your maker

Full of wonder, full of fear;

Come behold his power and glory

Yet with confidence draw near,

For the one who holds the heavens

And commands the stars above

Is the God who bends to bless us

With an unrelenting love.

 Rejoice!

Come and lift your hands

and raise your voice;

He is worthy of all praise,

Rejoice!

Sing the mercies of your King

And with trembling, rejoice.

We are children of the promise,

The beloved of the Lord.

Won with everlasting kindness,

Bought with sacrificial blood.

Bringing reconciliation

To a world that longs to know

The affections of a father

Who will never let them go.

 Rejoice!

Come and lift your hands

and raise your voice;

He is worthy of all praise,

Rejoice!

Sing the mercies of your King

And with trembling, rejoice.

 All our sickness, all our sorrows

Jesus carried up the hill.

He has walked this path before us,

He is walking with us still;

Turning tragedy to triumph,

Turning agony to praise,

There is blessing in the battle

So take heart and stand amazed.

 Rejoice!

When you cry to Him,

He hears your voice.

He will wipe away your tears.

Rejoice!

In the midst of suffering,

He will help You sing:

 Rejoice!

Come and lift your hands

and raise your voice;

He is worthy of all praise,

Rejoice!

Sing the mercies of your King

And with trembling, rejoice.

Come and Stand Before Your Maker (Rejoice)
W and M — Dustin Kensrue & Stuart Townend

© 2013 Dead Bird Theology/It’s All About Jesus Music/Townend Songs/

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 Praise to the Lord,

the Almighty, the King of creation!


O my soul, praise Him,

for He is thy health and salvation!


All ye who hear,

Now to His temple draw near;

Join me in glad adoration.
 Praise to the Lord,

who o’er all things

so wondrously reigneth,

Shelters thee under His wings,

yes, so gently sustaineth!


Hast thou not seen

How all thy longings have been,

Granted in what He ordaineth?
 Praise to the Lord,

who doth prosper thy work

and defend thee;


Surely His goodness

and mercy here daily attend thee.


Ponder anew

What the Almighty can do

If with His love He befriend thee.
Praise the Lord;

Praise the Lord;

Praise the Lord;

Praise the Lord.

 Praise to the Lord! 

O let all that is in me adore Him!

All that hath life and breath, 

come now with

praises before Him.


Let the Amen

Sound from His people again;

Gladly forever adore Him.
Praise the Lord;

Praise the Lord;

Praise the Lord;

Praise the Lord.

 Praise the Lord;

Praise the Lord;

Praise the Lord;

Praise to the Lord, the Almighty

W-Joachim Neander / M-Stralsund Gesangbuch

Arr. Travis Cottrell and Paul Mills

© 2004 Integrity’s Hosanna! Music


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 Take my life and let it be

consecrated, Lord to Thee.

Take my moments

and my days;

let them flow in ceaseless praise.

 Take my hands

and let them move

at the impulse of Thy love.

Take my feet,

and let them be

swift and beautiful for Thee.

 Take my voice

and let me sing

always, only for my King.

Take my lips and let them be

filled with messages from Thee.

 Take my silver and my gold;

not a mite would I with-hold.

Take my intellect and use

ev’ry pow’r as Thou shall choose.

 Use my heart,

my mind and will.

Through my life

Thy plans fulfill.

Use my life: my talents,

time, my all.

May I hear Thy holy

sov’reign call.
 Lord, take my will,

and make it Thine;

it shall be no longer mine.

Take my heart,

it is Thine own;

it shall be Thy royal throne.

 Take my love,

my Lord, I pour

at Thy fee its treasure store.

Take myself

and I will be

ever, only, all for Thee.

 Take my life

and let it be

consecrated, Lord,

Lord, to Thee.
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee
W--Frances R. Havergal M--Lloyd Larson

© 2007 Beckenhorst Press, Inc.

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 Alas, and did my Savior bleed

And did my Sovereign die?

Would He devote that sacred head

For such a worm as I?

Was it for sins that I had done

He groaned upon the tree?

Amazing pity, grace unknown

And love beyond degree

 My God, why would
You shed Your blood

So pure and undefiled

To make a sinful one like me

Your chosen, precious child?

Well might the sun in darkness hide

And shut His glories in

When Christ, the mighty Maker, died

For man, the creature’s, sin

Thus might I hide my blushing face

While His dear cross appears

Dissolve my heart in thankfulness

And melt my eyes to tears

 My God, why would
You shed Your blood

So pure and undefiled

To make a sinful one like me

Your chosen, precious child?

 My God, why would
You shed Your blood

So pure and undefiled

To make a sinful one like me

Your chosen, precious child?

Alas, and Did My Savior Bleed

W--Isaac Watts and Bob Kauflin M--Bob Kauflin

© 1997 Sovereign Grace Praise

CCLI License #1501423

 What gift of grace

is Jesus my redeemer

There is no more

for heaven now to give

He is my joy,

my righteousness, and freedom

My steadfast love,

my deep and boundless peace

 To this I hold,

my hope is only Jesus

For my life

is wholly bound to his

Oh how strange and divine,

I can sing: all is mine!

Yet not I, but through Christ in me

 The night is dark

but I am not forsaken

For by my side,

the Saviour He will stay

I labour on

in weakness and rejoicing

For in my need,

His power is displayed

 To this I hold,

my Shepherd will defend me

Through the deepest valley He will lead

Oh the night has been won,

and I shall overcome!

Yet not I, but through Christ in me

 No fate I dread,

I know I am forgiven

The future sure,

the price it has been paid

For Jesus bled

and suffered for my pardon

And He was raised

to overthrow the grave

 To this I hold,

my sin has been defeated

Jesus now and ever is my plea

Oh the chains are released,

I can sing: I am free!

Yet not I, but through Christ in me

 With every breath

I long to follow Jesus

For He has said

that He will bring me home

And day by day

I know He will renew me

Until I stand

with joy before the throne

 To this I hold,

my hope is only Jesus

All the glory evermore to Him

When the race is complete,

still my lips shall repeat:

Yet not I, but through Christ in me!

 To this I hold,

my hope is only Jesus

All the glory evermore to Him

When the race is complete,

still my lips shall repeat:

Yet not I, but through Christ in me!

 When the race is complete,

still my lips shall repeat:

Yet not I, but through Christ in me!

Yet not I, but through Christ in me!

Yet Not I But Through Christ in Me
W and M—Jonny Robinson, Rich Thompson, Michael Farren

© 2018 CityAlight Music

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