Sunday Audio Service – Easter 2 – Morning Worship – 24/4/22
THE GOD OF ABRAHAM PRAISE,
Who reigns enthroned above,
Ancient of everlasting days, and God of love.
Jehovah! Great I AM!
By earth and heaven confessed;
I bow and bless the sacred name forever blessed.
The God of Abraham praise,
At whose supreme command
From earth I rise, and seek the joys at His right hand.
I all on earth forsake—
Its wisdom, fame, and power—
And Him my only portion make, my shield and tower.
The God of Abraham praise,
Whose all-sufficient grace
Shall guide me all my happy days in all my ways.
He calls a worm His friend,
He calls Himself my God;
And He shall save me to the end through Jesu’s blood.
He by Himself hath sworn,
I on His oath depend:
I shall, on eagles’ wings upborne, to heaven ascend;
I shall behold His face,
I shall His power adore,
And sing the wonders of His grace forever more.
There dwells the Lord our King,
The Lord our Righteousness,
Triumphant o’er the world and sin, the Prince of Peace;
On Zion’s sacred height
His kingdom still maintains,
And glorious with His saints in light forever reigns.
The God who reigns on high
The great archangels sing;
And, holy, holy, holy, cry, Almighty King.
Who was and is the same,
And ever more shall be;
Jehovah, Father, Great I AM, we worship Thee.
Before the Saviour’s face
The ransomed nations bow;
O’erwhelmed at His almighty grace, forever new:
He shows His prints of love,
They kindle to a flame,
And sound through all the worlds above the slaughtered Lamb.
The whole triumphant host
Give thanks to God on high;
Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! They ever cry.
Hail, Abraham’s God, and mine!
I join the heavenly lays;
All might and majesty are Thine, and endless praise.
Thomas Olivers.
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THE LORD’S MY SHEPHERD, I’ll not want.
He makes me lie in pastures green.
He leads me by the still, still waters,
His goodness restores my soul.
And I will trust in You alone.
And I will trust in You alone,
For Your endless mercy follows me,
Your goodness will lead me home.
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I will trust, I will trust in You.
I will trust, I will trust in You.
Endless mercy follows me,
Goodness will lead me home.
He guides my ways in righteousness,
And He anoints my head with oil,
And my cup, it overflows with joy,
I feast on His pure delights.
And though I walk the darkest path,
I will not fear the evil one,
For You are with me, and Your rod and staff
Are the comfort I need to know.
Stuart Townend.
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ALL I ONCE HELD DEAR, built my life upon,
All this world reveres, and wars to own,
All I once thought gain I have counted loss;
Spent and worthless now, compared to this.
Knowing You, Jesus,
Knowing You, there is no greater thing.
You’re my all, You’re the best,
You’re my joy, my righteousness,
And I love You, Lord.
Now my heart’s desire is to know You more,
To be found in You and known as Yours.
To possess by faith what I could not earn,
All-surpassing gift of righteousness.
Oh, to know the power of Your risen life,
And to know You in Your sufferings.
To become like You in Your death, my Lord,
So with You to live and never die.
Graham Kendrick
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CROWN HIM WITH MANY CROWNS,
The Lamb upon His throne;
Hark, how the heavenly anthem drowns
All music but its own!
Awake, my soul, and sing
Of Him who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King
Through all eternity.
Crown Him the Lord of life,
Who triumphed o’er the grave
And rose victorious in the strife
For those He came to save:
His glories now we sing,
Who died and rose on high,
Who died eternal life to bring
And lives that death may die.
Crown Him the Lord of love;
Behold His hands and side,
Those wounds yet visible above
In beauty glorified:
No angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends His burning eye
At mysteries so bright.
Crown Him the Lord of peace,
Whose power a sceptre sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
And all be prayer and praise:
His reign shall know no end,
And round His piercèd feet
Fair flowers of paradise extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.
Crown Him the Lord of years,
The Potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime!
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For Thou hast died for me;
Thy praise shall never, never fail
Throughout eternity.
Matthew Bridges & Godfrey Thring.
