Oh for a thousand tongues to sing

My great Redeemer’s praise

The glories of my God and King

The triumphs of His grace

Jesus! the name that charms our fears

That bids our sorrows cease

’Tis music in the sinner’s ears

’Tis life and health and peace

He breaks the power of canceled sin

He sets the prisoner free

His blood can make the foulest clean

His blood availed for me

Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,

Your loosened tongues employ;

Ye blind, behold your Savior Come;

And leap, ye lame, for joy.

 My gracious Master and my God

Assist me to proclaim

To spread through all the earth abroad

The honors of Thy name

O for a Thousand Tongues to Sing

M—Charles Wesley, Carl G. Glazer

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 O Lord, my God, 

when I in awesome wonder

Consider all the worlds 

Thy hands have made,

I see the stars, 

I hear the rolling thunder,

Thy power throughout 

the universe displayed.
 Then sings my soul, 

my Savior God, to Thee;

How great Thou art! 

How great Thou art!

Then sings my soul, 

my Savior God, to Thee;

How great Thou art! 

How great Thou art!
 When thro’ the woods

and forest glades I wander

And hear the birds

sing sweetly in the trees,

When I look down

from lofty mountain grandeur,

And hear the brook

and feel the gentle breeze;

 Then sings my soul, 

my Savior God, to Thee;

How great Thou art! 

How great Thou art!

Then sings my soul, 

my Savior God, to Thee;

How great Thou art! 

How great Thou art!
And when I think that God, 

His Son not sparing,

Sent Him to die, 

I scarce can take it in;

That on the cross, 

my burden gladly bearing,

He bled and died 

to take away my sin.
 Then sings my soul, 

my Savior God, to Thee;

How great Thou art! 

How great Thou art!

Then sings my soul, 

my Savior God, to Thee;

How great Thou art! 

How great Thou art!
 When Christ shall come 

with shouts of acclamation

And take me home,

what joy shall fill my heart!


Then I shall bow

in humble adoration

And there proclaim:

my God, how great Thou art!

 Then sings my soul, 

my Savior God, to Thee;

How great Thou art! 

How great Thou art!

Then sings my soul, 

my Savior God, to Thee;

How great Thou art! 

How great Thou art!

How Great Thou Art

W—Stuart K. Hine W—Swedish Folk Melody

© 1953 Manna Music Inc

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 The sands of time are sinking,

The dawn of Heaven breaks;

The summer morn I’ve sighed for,

The fair, sweet morn awakes;

Dark, dark hath been the midnight,

But dayspring is at hand,

And glory, glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.
 The King there in His beauty,

Without a veil is seen;

It were a well spent journey,

Though sev’n deaths lay between;

The Lamb with His fair army

Doth on Mount Zion stand,

And glory, glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.
 O Christ, He is the fountain,

The deep, deep well of love;

The streams on earth I’ve tasted,

More deep I’ll drink above;

There to an ocean fullness

His mercy doth expand,

And glory, glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.
 With mercy and with judgment

My web of time He wove;

And aye the dews of sorrow

Were lustered with His love;

I’ll bless the hand that guided,

I’ll bless the heart that planned,

When throned where glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.
 Oh! I am my Beloved’s

And my Beloved’s mine!

He brings a poor, vile sinner

Into His “house of wine;”

I stand upon His merit,

I know no other stand,

Not e’en where glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.
 The bride eyes not her garments,

But her dear Bridegroom’s face;

I will not gaze at glory

But on my King of grace;

Not at the crown He giveth,

But on His pierced hand;

The Lamb is all the glory

Of Immanuel’s land.
The Sands of Time are Sinking

W — Anne Ross Cousin (1857), based on the letters of Samuel Rutherford, Public Domain;

M — Connie Dever, © 2014

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 I hear the Savior say 

Thy strength indeed is small 

Child of weakness watch and pray 

Find in me thine all in all
 Jesus paid it all 

All to him I owe 

Sin had left a crimson stain 

He washed it white as snow
 Lord now indeed I find 

Thy power and thine alone 

Can change the leper’s spots 

And melt the heart of stone
 Jesus paid it all 

All to him I owe 

Sin had left a crimson stain 

He washed it white as snow
And when before the throne 

I stand in him complete 

Jesus died my soul to save 

My lips shall still repeat
 Jesus paid it all 

All to him I owe 

Sin had left a crimson stain 

He washed it white as snow 

Sin had left a crimson stain 

He washed it white as snow.
 Jesus paid it all 

All to him I owe 

Sin had left a crimson stain 

He washed it white as snow 

Sin had left a crimson stain 

He washed it white as snow. 


Jesus Paid It All


W and M--Alex Nifong, Elvina M. hall & John T. Grape

© 2006 worshiptogether.com songs, sixsteps Music, Pay Me Please Publishing

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 Rejoice, the Lord is King!

Your Lord and King adore;

Rejoice give thanks

and sing, and triumph evermore;

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;

Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

 Jesus, the Savior, reigns,

the God of truth and love;

When He had purged our stains

He took His seat above;

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;

Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

 His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o’er earth and Heav’n,

The keys of death and hell

are to our Jesus giv’n;

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;

Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

 Rejoice in glorious hope!

Our Lord, the Judge, shall come

And take His servants up

to their eternal home.

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;

Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

Rejoice, the Lord Is King

W--Charles Wesley M--John Darwall

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