Sunday Audio Service – Palm Sunday – Family Service – 2/4/23
YOU ARE THE KING OF GLORY,
You are the Prince of Peace.
You are the Lord of heaven and earth,
You’re the Sun of righteousness.
Angels bow down before You,
Worship and adore, for
You have the words of eternal life,
You are Jesus Christ the Lord.
Hosanna to the Son of David!
Hosanna to the King of kings!
Glory in the highest heaven,
For Jesus the Messiah reigns.
Mavis Ford
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We have a king who rides a donkey
We have a king who rides a donkey
We have a king who rides a donkey
And his name is Jesus
Chorus
Jesus the king is risen
Jesus the king is risen
Jesus the king is risen
Early in the morning
Trees are waving a royal welcome
Trees are waving a royal welcome
Trees are waving a royal welcome
For the king called Jesus
Chorus
We have a king who cares for people
We have a king who cares for people
We have a king who cares for people
and his name is Jesus:
Chorus
What shall we do with our life this morning?
What shall we do with our life this morning?
What shall we do with our life this morning?
Give it up in service!
Chorus
MAKE WAY, make way, for Christ the King
In splendour arrives.
Fling wide the gates and welcome Him,
Into your lives.
Make way! (Make way!)
Make way! (Make way!)
For the King of kings.
(For the King of kings.)
Make way! (Make way!)
Make way! (Make way!)
And let His kingdom in.
He comes the broken hearts to heal,
The prisoners to free.
The deaf shall hear, the lame shall dance,
The blind shall see.
And those who mourn with heavy hearts,
Who weep and sigh,
With laughter, joy and royal crown
He’ll beautify.
We call you now to worship Him
As Lord of all.
To have no gods before Him,
Their thrones must fall!
Graham Kendrick
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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
