REJOICE, THE LORD IS KING!
Your Lord and King adore.
Mortals, give thanks, and sing,
And triumph ever more:

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice! Again I say: rejoice!

Jesus the Saviour reigns,
The God of truth and love.
When He had purged our stains,
He took His seat above:

His kingdom cannot fail,
He rules o’er earth and heaven.
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jesus given:

He sits at God’s right hand,
Till all His foes submit,
And bow to His command,
And fall beneath His feet:

Rejoice in glorious hope.
Jesus the Judge shall come,
And take His servants up,
To their eternal home:

We soon shall hear the archangel’s voice.
The trump of God shall sound rejoice!
     Charles Wesley.
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GOD FORGAVE MY SIN in Jesus’ name,
I’ve been born again in Jesus’ name.
And in Jesus’ name I come to you
To share His love as He told me to.

He said: ‘Freely, freely, you have received,
Freely, freely give.
Go in My name, and because you believe,
Others will know that I live.’

All power is given in Jesus’ name,
In earth and heaven in Jesus’ name;
And in Jesus’ name I come to you
To share His power as He told me to.
Carol Owens.
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ALL HAIL THE POWER OF JESUS’ NAME!
Let angels prostrate fall.
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God,
Who from His altar call.
Extol Him in whose path ye trod,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Ye seed of Israel’s chosen race,
Ye ransomed of the fall,
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Sinners, whose love can ne’er forget,
The wormwood and the gall,
Go, spread your trophies at His feet,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Let every kindred, every tribe
On this terrestrial ball,
To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all.

O that, with yonder sacred throng,
We at His feet may fall,
Join in the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all!
     John Rippon.
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AT THE NAME OF JESUS
Every knee shall bow,
Every tongue confess Him,
King of glory now.
’Tis the Father’s pleasure
We should call Him Lord,
Who from the beginning
Was the mighty Word.

Humbled for a season,
To receive a name
From the lips of sinners
Unto whom He came.
Faithfully He bore it
Spotless to the last,
Brought it back victorious,
When from death He passed.

Bore it up triumphant,
With its human light,
Through all ranks of creatures
To the central height,
To the throne of Godhead,
To the Father’s breast,
Filled it with the glory,
Of that perfect rest.

In your hearts enthrone Him.
There let Him subdue,
All that is not holy,
All that is not true.
Crown Him as your Captain
In temptation’s hour,
Let His will enfold you,
In its light and power.

Brothers, this Lord Jesus
Shall return again,
With His Father’s glory,
With His angel-train.
For all wreaths of empire
Meet upon His brow,
And our hearts confess Him,
King of glory now.
     Caroline Maria Noel.
Contributors:   Revd Derrick Carr, Revd Elaine Carr, Deborah Yeates, Jean Stables, Marie Knight
Production:   David Carter