Made to Worship

Before the day… Before the light…Before the world revolved around the sun

God on high Stepped down into timeAnd wrote the story of His love for everyone

He has filled our hearts with wonderSo that we always remember

You and I were made to worshipYou and I are called to love

You and I are forgiven and free

You and I embrace surrenderYou and I choose to believe

You and I will see who we were meant to be

All we are… And all we have…Is all a gift from God that we receiveBrought to life, we open up our eyes

To see the majesty and glory of the King

He has filled our hearts with wonderSo that we always remember

You and I were made to worshipYou and I are called to love

You and I are forgiven and free

You and I embrace surrenderYou and I choose to believe

You and I will see who we were meant to be

And even the rocks cry outAnd even the Heavens shout

At the sound of His Holy name

So let every voice sing outAnd let every knee bow downHe is worthy of all our praise

You and I were made to worshipYou and I are called to love

You and I are forgiven and free

You and I embrace surrenderYou and I choose to believe

You and I will see who we were meant to be

You and I were made to worshipYou and I are called to love

You and I are forgiven and free

You and I embrace surrenderYou and I choose to believe

You and I will see who we were meant to be.

Christ, The Solid Rock

My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;

I dare not trust the sweetest frame,But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.

When darkness seems to hide His face,I rest on His unchanging grace;In every high and stormy gale,My anchor holds within the veil.

On Christ, the solid rock, I stand;All other ground is sinking sand,All other ground is sinking sand.

His oath, His covenant, His blood, Support me in the whelming flood;

When all around my soul gives way,He then is all my hope and stay.

On Christ, the solid rock, I stand;All other ground is sinking sand,All other ground is sinking sand.

When He shall come with trumpet sound,O may I then in Him be found;

Dressed in His righteousness alone,Faultless to stand before the throne.

On Christ, the solid rock, I stand;All other ground is sinking sand,All other ground is sinking sand.

I Boast No MoreNo more, my God, I boast no more

Of all the duties I have done;I quit the hopes I held before,To trust the merits of Thy Son

No more my God,No more my God,No more my God,I boast no more.

 

Now, for the loss I bear His name,What was my gain I count my loss;My former pride I call my shame,And nail my glory to His cross.

No more my God,No more my God,No more my God,I boast no more.

 

Yes and I must and will esteem,All things but loss for Jesus’ sake;O may my soul be found in Him,

And of his right-eousness partake.

Amen.

The best obedience of my handsDares not appear before Thy throne;But faith can answer Thy demands,By pleading what my Lord has done.

No more our God,No more our God,No more our God,We boast no more.

 

Jesus, I My Cross Have TakenJesus, 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 mine 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

O 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

Man may trouble and distress me, ’twill but drive me to Thy breast.

Life with trials hard may press me;Heav’n will bring me sweeter rest.

Oh, ’tis not in grief to harm meWhile Thy love is left to me;

Oh, ’twere not in joy to charm me, were that joy unmixed with Thee.

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 set 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 then on from grace to glory, armed by faith, and winged by prayer,Heaven’s eternal day’s before thee, God’s own hand shall guide us there.

Soon shall close thy earthly mission, swift shall pass thy pilgrim days;

Hope now change to glad fruition, faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

Man of SorrowsMan of Sorrows! what a name

For the Son of God, Who came Ruined sinners to reclaim. Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Bearing shame and scoffing rude, In my place condemned He stood; Sealed my pardon with His blood.

Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Guilty, vile, and helpless we; Spotless Lamb of God was He;

“Full atonement!” can it be? Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Isaiah 53He was despised and rejected by men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief…

…because He poured out His soul unto death and was numbered with the transgressors; yet He bore the sin of many, and makes intercession for the transgressors.

Lifted up was He to die; “It is finished!” was His cry; Now in heav’n exalted high. Hallelujah! What a Savior!

When He comes, our glorious King, All His ransomed home to bring, Then anew His song we’ll sing:

Hallelujah, Hallelujah…Hallelujah, What a Savior!

Psalm 130From the depths of woe I raise to Thee

a voice of lamentation. Lord, turn a gracious ear to me

and hear my supplication. If Thou iniquities dost mark,

our secret sins and misdeeds dark, O who shall stand before Thee?

To wash away the crimson stain, grace, grace alone availeth.

Our works, alas, are all in vain; in much the best life faileth.

No man can glory in Thy sight, all must alike confess Thy might,

and live alone by mercy.

Therefore my trust is in the Lord, and not in mine own merit. On Him my soul shall rest;

His word upholds my fainting spirit. His promised mercy is my fort,

my comfort, and my sweet support. I wait for Him with patience.

What though I wait the live-long night and ‘til the dawn appeareth,

my heart still trusteth in His might; it doubteth not nor feareth.

Do thus, O ye of Israel’s seed, ye of the Spirit born indeed, and wait ‘til God appeareth.

Though great our sins and sore our woes, His grace much more aboundeth. His helping love no limit knows;

our utmost need it soundeth. Our Shepherd good and true is He,

who will at last His people free from all their sin and sorrow.