Sunday, February 18, 2018

The Trinity Psalter

The Trinity Psalter is what we have been using in the past year to explore Psalms that we can sing together with familiar tunes from other hymns.

http://psalter.org/

If you are interested in buying a copy to incorporate into your time of family worship, you can purchase a copy online at the link noted above. Make sure to get the one with the red cover.

Hymns of Grace

Here is the hymnal that we selected for our congregation to use on the Lord's Day. This has most of the 100+ songs that we have already been doing for the past 10 years and includes both hymns that are from past generations and hymns that have been written in recent years.

Hopefully, you will be able to start incorporating this hymnal into your family worship. We will explore many of the other songs that are in here which we haven't sung together yet.

https://hymnsofgrace.com/


Psalm 9:1-10

From Trinity Psalter
Sung to "Immortal Invisible"

I now will give wholehearted thanks to the Lord,
And all of Your marvelous works will record.
In You will be glad and exultingly cry,
And praise to Your name will I sing, O Most High

When backward my foes were all turned in despair,
They stumbled and perished because You were there.
For You have defended my judgment and cause;
You sat in just judgment upholding Your laws.

You chided the nations, the wicked destroyed;
Their names You erased and forever made void.
The foe is consumed, is completely erased,
Their cities destroyed and their mem'ry effaced.

The Lord will eternally sit on His throne,
Establishing it for His judgment alone.
In righteousness He'll judge the world from His seat
And unto all peoples shall equity mete,

The Lord is a stronghold, a lofty strong tower,
For all the oppressed in their troubles' dark hour.
Those knowing Your name, Lord, trust You for Your grace;
You have not forsaken those seeking Your face.


My Worth Is Not In What I Own

Verse 1:
My worth is not in what I own
Not in the strength of flesh and bone
But in the costly wounds of love
At the cross

Verse 2:
My worth is not in skill or name
In win or lose, in pride or shame
But in the blood of Christ that flowed
At the cross

Refrain:
I rejoice in my Redeemer
Greatest Treasure,
Wellspring of my soul
I will trust in Him, no other.
My soul is satisfied in Him alone.

Verse 3:
As summer flowers we fade and die
Fame, youth and beauty hurry by
But life eternal calls to us
At the cross

Verse 4:
I will not boast in wealth or might
Or human wisdom’s fleeting light
But I will boast in knowing Christ
At the cross

Verse 5:
Two wonders here that I confess
My worth and my unworthiness
My value fixed - my ransom paid
At the cross

By Keith Getty, Kristyn Getty, Graham Kendrick
© 2014 Getty Music


Sunday, September 10, 2017

Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul

Dear refuge of my weary soul, on Thee, when sorrows rise,
On Thee, when waves of trouble roll, my fainting hope relies.
To Thee I tell each rising grief, for Thou alone canst heal;
Thy Word can bring a sweet relief for every pain I feel.

But oh! When gloomy doubts prevail, I fear to call Thee mine;
The springs of comfort seem to fail, and all my hopes decline.
Yet gracious God, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust;
And still my soul would cleave to Thee, though prostrate in the dust.

Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face, and shall I seek in vain?
And can the ear of sov’reign grace be deaf when I complain?
No, still the ear of sov’reign grace attends the mourner’s prayer;
O may I ever find access to breathe my sorrows there.

Thy mercy seat is open still, here let my soul retreat;
With humble hope attend Thy will, and wait beneath Thy feet.
Thy mercy seat is open still, here let my soul retreat;
With humble hope attend Thy will, and wait beneath Thy feet.

Lyrics: Anne Steele (1716-1778), Public Domain;
Music: Matt Merker, © 2014

Psalm 128

(Sung to tune of 'Joyful Joyful We Adore Thee')

Blessed the man that fears Jehovah
And that walketh in His ways;
Thou shalt eat of thy hands' labor
And be prospered all thy days.
Like a vine with fruit abounding
In thy house thy wife is found,
And like olive plants thy children,
Compassing thy table round.

Lo, on him that fears Jehovah
Shall this blessedness attend;
For Jehovah out of Zion
Shall to thee His blessing send.
Thou shalt see Jerus'lem prosper
All thy days till life shall cease;
Thou shalt see thy children's children,
Unto Is-ra-el be peace.

All Glory Be To Christ

Verse 1:
Should nothing of our efforts stand
No legacy survive
Unless the Lord does raise the house
In vain its builders strive

To you who boast tomorrow’s gain
Tell me what is your life
A mist that vanishes at dawn
All glory be to Christ!

Chorus:
All glory be to Christ our king!
All glory be to Christ!
His rule and reign will ever sing,
All glory be to Christ!

Verse 2:
His will be done, His kingdom come
On earth as is above
Who is Himself our daily bread
Praise Him the Lord of love

Let living water satisfy
The thirsty without price
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet
All glory be to Christ!

Verse 3:
When on the day the great I Am
The faithful and the true
The Lamb who was for sinners slain
Is making all things new.

Behold our God shall live with us
And be our steadfast light
And we shall ere his people be
All glory be to Christ!

Words by Dustin Kensrue, arrangement by Kings Kaleidoscope
© 2012 Dead Bird Theology (ASCAP)

He Will Hold Me Fast

When I fear my faith will fail
Christ will hold me fast
When the tempter would prevail
He will hold me fast
I could never keep my hold
Through life’s fearful path
For my love is often cold
He must hold me fast

Chorus:
He will hold me fast
He will hold me fast
For my Savior loves me so
He will hold me fast

Those He saves are His delight
Christ will hold me fast
Precious in His holy sight
He will hold me fast
He’ll not let my soul be lost
His promises shall last
Bought by Him at such a cost
He will hold me fast

For my life He bled and died
Christ will hold me fast
Justice has been satisfied
He will hold me fast
Raised with Him to endless life
He will hold me fast
Till our faith is turned to sight
When he comes at last

Original Words vv 1-2 by Ada Habershon
New Words and Music by Matt Merker
©2013 Getty Music Publishing (BMI)

Jerusalem

Verse 1:
See Him in Jerusalem
Walking where the crowds are
Once these streets had sung to Him
Now they cry for murder
Such a frail and lonely Man
Holding up the heavy cross
See Him walking in Jerusalem
On the road to save us

Verse 2:
See Him there upon the hill
Hear the scorn and laughter
Silent as a lamb He waits
Praying to the Father
See the King who made the sun
And the moon and shining stars
Let the soldiers hold and nail Him down
So that He could save them

Verse 3:
See Him there upon the cross
Now no longer breathing
Dust that formed the watching crowds
Takes the blood of Jesus
Feel the earth is shaking now
See the veil is split in two
And He stood before the wrath of God
Shielding sinners with His blood

Verse 4:
See the empty tomb today
Death could not contain Him
Once the Servant of the world
Now in vict’ry reigning
Lift your voices to the One
Who is seated on the throne
See Him in the New Jerusalem
Praise the One who saved us
Praise the One who saved us!

Written by Jonny Robinson, Rich Thompson, Tiarne Kleyn
© 2014 CityAlight Music

Messenger Doxology

Praise and glory to the Father
Praise and glory to the Son
Praise and glory to the Spirit
Ever Three ever One

Written by: Matt Boswell
© 2012 Dayspring Music LLC

Seek Ye First

Verse 1:
Seek ye first the kingdom of God
And His righteousness;
And all these things shall be added unto you.
Allelu, Alleluia!

Verse 2:
Man shall not live by bread alone,
But by every word
That proceeds out from the mouth of God.
Allelu, Alleluia!

Verse 3:
Ask, and it shall be given unto you;
Seek, and ye shall find.
Knock, and the door shall be opened unto you.
Allelu, Alleluia!

Written by: Karen Lafferty
© 1972 CCCM Music

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Come Behold the Wondrous Mystery

Come behold the wondrous mystery, in the dawning of the King
He the theme of heaven’s praises, robed in frail humanity
In our longing, in our darkness, now the light of life has come
Look to Christ, who condescended, took on flesh to ransom us.

Come behold the wondrous mystery, He the perfect Son of Man
In His living, in His suffering, never trace nor stain of sin
See the true and better Adam, come to save the hell-bound man
Christ the great and sure fulfillment of the law, in Him we stand.

Come behold the wondrous mystery, Christ the Lord upon the tree
In the stead of ruined sinners hangs the Lamb in victory
See the price of our redemption, see the Father’s plan unfold
Bringing many sons to glory, grace unmeasured, love untold

Come behold the wondrous mystery, slain by death the God of life
But no grave could e’er restrain him, praise the Lord, He is alive
What a foretaste of deliverance, how unwavering our hope
Christ in power resurrected, as will we be when He comes.

Written by: Matt Boswell, Michael Bleecker, and Matt Papa
© 2013 Love Your Enemies Publishing

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

The Sands of Time Are Sinking

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 seven 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 even where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

The Bride eyes not her garment, 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.

Words by: Anne Ross Cousin (1857), based on the letters of Samuel Rutherford
© Public Domain

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

It Is Well With My Soul

Verse 1:
When peace like a river
Attendeth
my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever
my lot
Thou hast taught me to say

It is well, It is well with my soul

Chorus:

It is well with my soul
It is well
It is well with my soul

Verse 2:
Tho' Satan should buffet
Tho' trials should come
Let this blest assurance control
That Christ hath regarded

My helpless estate
And hath shed His own blood
For
my soul

Verse 3:

My sin O the bliss
Of this glorious tho't

My sin not in part but the whole
Is nailed to the cross
And I bear
it no more
Praise the Lord
Praise the Lord O
my soul

Verse 4:
And Lord haste the day
When the faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
The trump shall resound
And the Lord shall descend
Even so
it is well
With my soul


Written By: Horatio Gates Spafford and Philip Paul Bliss
© Public Domain

Psalm 24

Sung to 'How Firm a Foundation'

(1) The earth and the riches that in it are stored,
The world and its dwellers belong to the Lord.
(2) For He is the One who first caused it to stand,
And up from the seas He established the land.


(3) O who can the path to the Lord’s mount ascend?
And who in the place of His holiness stand?
(4) The man of pure heart and of hands without stain,
Who swears not to idols, nor worships what’s vain.


(5) Yes, he from the Lord shall a blessing obtain;
And from God his Savior, he’ll righteousness gain.
(6) Thus looking to Him is a whole blessed race;
All those who, like Jacob, are seeking Your face.


(7) O gates, lift your heads! Ancient doors, lift them high!
The great King of glory to enter draws nigh!
(8) O who is the King that in glory draws near?
The Lord, mighty Lord of the battle, is here!


(9) O gates, lift your heads! Ancient doors, lift them high!
The great King of glory to enter draws nigh!
(10) This great King of glory, O who can He be?
The Lord God of hosts, King of glory is He!