Lead on, O King eternal,

The day of march has come;

Henceforth in fields of conquest

Thy tents shall be our home:

Thro' days of preparation

Thy grace has made us strong,

And now, O King Eternal,

We lift our battle song.

 So Lead on,

lead on, King of Heaven.

My light and my salvation,

Your faithfulness endures.

O Lead on,

lead us to Your kingdom.

Through joy or tribulation,

we follow You,

we follow You alone.

 Lead on, O King Eternal,

Till sin's fierce war shall cease,

And holiness shall whisper

The sweet amen of peace;

For not with swords' loud clashing,

nor roll of stirring drums;

With deeds of love and mercy

The heav'nly kingdom comes.

 So Lead on,

lead on, King of Heaven.

My light and my salvation,

Your faithfulness endures.

O Lead on,

lead us to Your kingdom.

Through joy or tribulation,

we follow You,

we follow You alone.

 Lead on, O King eternal,

We follow not with fears;

For gladness breaks the morning

Where'er Thy face appears;

Thy cross is lifted o'er us;

We journey in its light:

The crown awaits the conquest;

Lead on, O God of might.

 So Lead on,

lead on, King of Heaven.

My light and my salvation,

Your faithfulness endures.

O Lead on,

lead us to Your kingdom.

Through joy or tribulation,

we follow You,

we follow You alone.

Lead On, O King Eternal

W--Ernest W. Shurtleff W/M--Ryan Foglesong

© 2012 Resolved Music

CCLI License #1501423

 O Church of Christ invincible,

The people of the Lord;

Empowered by the Spirit’s breath,

And nourished by His word.

His gracious covenant will be

Our portion evermore;

For he who called us will not change,

Our help and our reward
O chosen people called by grace,

The sons of Abraham,

Who walk by faith in things unseen 


And on His promise stand,

That every nation of the earth


Will hear of boundless love

That causes broken hearts to heal 


And pays our debts with blood.
 O Church of Christ in sorrow now,

Where evil lies in wait,

When trials and persecutions come


This light will never fade.

For though the hordes of hell may rage, 


Their power will not endure;

Our times are in the Father's hand,


Our anchor is secure.
 O Church of Christ upon that day,

When all are gathered in,

When every tear is wiped away


With every trace of sin;

Where justice, truth and beauty shine,

And death has passed away;

Where God and man will dwell as one,

For all eternity!
O Church of Christ Invincible
W and M—Matt Boswell, Stuart Townend; Arr. Brad Henderson

© 2015 Modern Hymnal Digital (Admin. by Capitol CMG Publishing)

Modern Hymnal Publishing (Admin. by Capitol CMG Publishing)

Townend Music (Admin. by Capitol CMG Publishing)

 Jesus, I my cross have taken

All to leave and follow Thee

Destitute, despised, forsaken

Thou from hence my all shall be

Perish every fond ambition

All I’ve sought or hoped or known

Yet how rich is my condition


God and heaven are still my own
 Let the world despise and leave me

They have left my Savior too


Human hearts and looks deceive me

Thou art not like them untrue

Oh while Thou dost smile upon me

God of wisdom, love and might


Foes may hate and friends disown me

Show Thy face and all is bright

Go then earthly fame and treasure

Come disaster, scorn and pain


In Thy service, pain is pleasure

With Thy favor, loss is gain

I have called Thee, “Abba Father”


I have stayed my heart on Thee

Storms may howl

and clouds may gather

All must work for good to me

 Soul, then know thy full salvation

Rise o’er sin and fear and care


Joy to find in every station

Something still to do or bear


Think what Spirit dwells within thee

Think what Father’s smiles are thine

Think that Jesus died to win thee

Child of heaven canst thou repine

 Haste thee on from grace to glory

Armed by faith and winged by prayer

Heav’n’s eternal days before thee

God’s own hand shall guide thee there

Soon shall close thy earthly mission

Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days

Hope shall change to glad fruition

Faith to sight and prayer to praise

Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken

Words by Henry Francis Lyte. Alternate melody by Bill Moore

© 2001 Bill Moore Music and Resolved Music

CCLI License #1501423

Mine are days that God has numbered

I was made to walk with Him

Yet I look for worldly treasure

And forsake the King of kings

But mine is hope in my Redeemer

Though I fall, his love is sure

For Christ has paid for every failing

I am His forevermore
 Mine are tears in times of sorrow

Darkness not yet understood

Through the valley I must travel

Where I see no earthly good

But mine is peace

that flows from heaven

And the strength in times of need

I know my pain will not be wasted

Christ completes his work in me

Mine are days here as a stranger

Pilgrim on a narrow way

One with Christ I will encounter

Harm and hatred for his name

But mine is armor for this battle

Strong enough to last the war

And he has said he will deliver

Safely to the golden shore

And mine are keys to Zion city

Where beside the King I walk

For there my heart

has found its treasure

Christ is mine forevermore

Come rejoice now, O my soul

For his love is my reward

Fear is gone and hope is sure

Christ is mine forevermore!

(Repeat)
Come rejoice now, O my soul

For his love is my reward

Fear is gone and hope is sure

Christ is mine forevermore!

And mine are keys to Zion city

Where beside the King I walk

For there my heart

has found its treasure

Christ is mine forevermore

Christ is mine forevermore

Christ is mine forevermore

Christ Is Mine Forevermore
M and W — Jonny Robinson and Rich Thompson

© 2016 CityAlight

CCLI License #1501423

 I asked the Lord

that I might grow

In faith and love

and ev’ry grace,

Might more of His

salvation know,

And seek more

earnestly His face.

‘Twas He who taught

me thus to pray,

And He, I trust,

has answered prayer,

But it has been

in such a way

As almost drove

me to despair.
 I hoped that in

some favored hour

At once He’d

answer my request

And, by His love’s

constraining pow’r,

Subdue my sins

and give me rest.

 Instead of this,

He made me feel

The hidden evils

of my heart

And let the angry

pow’rs of hell

Assault my soul

in ev’ry part.
 Yea, more with His

own hand He seemed

Intent to aggravate

my woe,

Crossed all the fair

designs I schemed,

Humbled my heart

and laid me low.

 “Lord, why is this,”

I trembling cried;

“Wilt Thou pursue

Thy worm to death?”

“’Tis in this way,”

the Lord replied,

“I answer prayer

for grace and faith.”

 “These inward

trials I employ

From self and pride

to set thee free

And break thy schemes

of earthly joy

That thou may’st

find thy all in Me.”

I Asked the Lord

W--John Newton M--Traditional - Issac Watts M Arr.--Devon Kauflin

© 2008 Sovereign Grace Praise

CCLI License #15014243