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  • Chief of Sinners Though I Be
    from Koiné

    Happy Friday! This week's video is Chief of Sinners Though I Be from our album, Koiné.

  • Chief of sinners though I be,
    Jesus shed his blood for me,
    Died that I might live on high,
    Lives that I might never die.
    As the branch is to the vine,
    I am his and he is mine!

    Oh, the height of Jesus' love,
    Higher than the heav'ns above,
    Deeper than the depths of sea,
    Lasting as eternity,
    Love that found me -- wondrous thought!
    Found me when I sought him not.

    Only Jesus can impart
    Comfort to a wounded heart:
    Peace that flows from sin forgiv'n,
    Joy that lifts the soul to heav'n,
    Faith and hope to walk with God
    In the way that Enoch trod.

    Chief of sinners though I be,
    Christ is all in all to me.
    All my wants to him are known;
    All my sorrows are his own.
    Safe with him in earthly strife,
    I await the heav'nly life.

    Strengthen me, O gracious Lord,
    By your Spirit and your word.
    When my wayward heart would stray,
    Keep me in the narrow way;
    Grace in time of need supply
    While I live and when I die.

    Text and Tune: public domain. *Setting: c 1993 Kermit G. Moldenhauer. Used by permission.

  • Crown him with many crowns, The Lamb upon his throne;
    Hark how the heav'nly 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 love -- Behold his hands and side,
    Rich wounds, yet visible above, In beauty glorified.
    No angel in the sky Can fully bear that sight,
    But downward bends his wond'ring eye At mysteries so bright.

    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 heav'n, Enthroned in worlds above;
    Crown him the King to whom is giv'n The wondrous name of Love.
    Crown him with many crowns As thrones before him fall;
    Crown him, ye kings, with many crowns For he is King of all.

    Text and Tune: public domain.

  • Crown Him with Many Crowns
    from Koiné

    Happy Friday! This week's video is Crown Him with Many Crowns from our album, Koiné.

  • From all that dwell below the skies
    Let the Creator’s praise arise
    Alleluia, alleluia

    Let the Redeemer’s name be sung
    Through ev’ry land by ev’ry tongue
    Alleluia, alleluia

    I know that my Redeemer lives
    What comfort this sweet sentence gives
    Alleluia, alleluia,
    alleluia, alleluia,
    alleluia

    A hymn of glory let us sing
    New songs throughout the world shall ring
    Alleluia, alleluia

    Your praise shall sound from shore to shore
    Till suns shall rise and set no more
    Alleluia, alleluia,
    alleluia, alleluia,
    alleluia

    Eternal are your mercies Lord
    Eternal is your glorious Word
    Alleluia, alleluia

    You are, while endless ages run,
    With Father and with Spirit one.
    Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia,

    I know that my Redeemer lives
    What comfort this sweet sentence gives
    Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia

    Text: public domain (Isaac Watts, 1674-1748, alt; The Venerable Bede, 673- 735, abr., tr. composite; Samuel Medley, 1738-99, a br.) Tune: public domain (Ausserlesene, Catholische, Ge istliche Kirchengesang, Koln, 1623, alt.) Arranged by Koiné

  • God's Word is our great heritage
    And shall be ours forever;
    To spread its light from age to age
    Shall be our chief endeavor.
    Through life it guides our way;
    In death it is our stay.
    Lord, grant, while worlds endure,
    We keep its teachings pure
    Throughout all generations.

    Text and Tune: public domain.

  • God's Word is Our Great Heritage
    from Koiné

    Happy Friday! This week's video is from our album, Koiné.

  • I'm but a stranger here; Heav'n is my home.
    Earth is a desert drear; Heav'n is my home.
    Danger and sorrow stand Round me on ev'ry hand.
    Heav'n is my fatherland; Heav'n is my home.

    What though the tempest rage, Heav'n is my home.
    Short is my pilgrimage; Heav'n is my home.
    And time's wild, wintry blast Soon shall be overpast;
    I shall reach home at last; Heav'n is my home.

    There at my Savior's side -- Heav'n is my home.--
    I shall be glorified; Heav'n is my home.
    There are the good and blest, Those I love most and best,
    And there, I, too, shall rest; Heav'n is my home.

    Therefore I murmur not; Heav'n is my home.
    Whate'er my earthly lot, Heav'n is my home.
    And I shall surely stand There at my Lord's right hand.
    Heav'n is my Fatherland; Heav'n is my home.

    I'm but a stranger here; Heav'n is my home.
    Earth is a desert drear; Heav'n is my home.
    Danger and sorrow stand Round me on ev'ry hand.
    Heav'n is my fatherland; Heav'n is my home.

    Text and Tune: public domain.

  • Upon life’s boundless ocean where mighty billows roll
    I’ve fixed my hope in Jesus, the anchor of my soul
    When trials of life surround me as storms are gathering o’er
    I rest upon His mercy and trust Him more

     

    Refrain
    I’m anchored in Jesus, the storms of life I’ll brave
    I’m anchored in Jesus, I fear no wind or wave
    I’m anchored in Jesus, for He has power to save
    I’m anchored to the Rock of Ages

     

    He keeps my soul from evil and gives me blessed peace
    His voice stilled the waters and made the wild winds cease
    My Pilot and Deliverer, to Him I all confide
    For always when I need Him, He’s at my side

     

    Refrain

     

    He is my Friend and Savior, in Him my anchor’s cast
    He drives away my sorrows and shields me from the blast
    By faith I’m looking upward beyond life’s troubled sea
    There I see a mansion prepared for me

     

    Refrain

     

    Text: Lewis E. Jones, 1901, adjusted by Koiné, Judas on Straight Street Publications
    Arrangement: Koiné, Judas on Straight Street Publications

  • Jerusalem, my happy home,
    When shall I come to thee?
    When shall my sorrows have an end?
    Thy joys when shall I see?

    When shall these eyes thy heav'n-built walls
    And pearly gates behold,
    Thy bulwarks with salvation strong
    And streets of shining gold?

    Oh, when, thou city of my God,
    Shall I thy courts ascend?
    Where evermore the angels sing,
    The Sabbath has no end.

    Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there
    Around my Savior stand,
    And soon my friends in Christ below
    Will join the glorious band.

    O Christ, do thou my soul prepare
    For that bright home of love
    That I may see thee and adore
    With all thy saints above.

    Text: public domain.
    Tune: KoinÈ, Judas on Straight Street Publications

  • After the 2016 WELS International Youth Rally, we had a lot of requests for the music, video, and artwork for the song, Jesus Calls Us O'er The Tumult. So here it is, available in our online store.

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    • Jesus Calls Us O'er The TumultAudio Files (With and Without Vocals)
    • Jesus Calls Us O'er The TumultLyric Video
    • Background Video without Lyrics
    • Sheet Music for piano, chorus, and tablature for Guitar and Bass
    • 2 Still Video Slides
    • Original Artwork created by artist Jason Jaspersen along with a full explanation of the artwork

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  • Lord, when your glory I shall see
    And taste your kingdom's pleasure,
    Your blood my royal robe shall be,
    My joy beyond all measure!
    When I appear before your throne,
    Your righteousness shall be my crown;
    With these I need not hide me.
    And there, in garments richly wrought,
    As your own bride I shall be brought,
    To stand in joy beside you.

    When I appear before your throne,
    Your righteousness shall be my crown;
    With these I need not hide me.
    And there, in garments richly wrought,
    As your own bride I shall be brought,
    To stand in joy beside you.

    Text: public domain. *Tune: c 1993 Kurt J. Eggert. Used by permission.

  • Lord, When Your Glory I Shall See
    from Koiné

    Happy Friday! This week's video is Lord, When Your Glory I Shall See from our album, Koiné.

  • My hope is built on nothing less
    Than Jesus' blood and righteousness;
    I dare to make no other claim,
    But wholly lean on Jesus' name.
    On Christ, the solid rock, I stand;
    All other ground is sinking sand.

    When darkness veils his lovely face,
    I rest on his unchanging grace;
    In ev'ry high and stormy gale
    My anchor holds within the veil.
    On Christ, the solid rock, I stand;
    All other ground is sinking sand.

    His oath, his covenant and blood
    Support me in the raging flood;
    When ev'ry earthly prop gives way,
    He then is all my hope and stay.
    On Christ, the solid rock, I stand;
    All other ground is sinking sand.

    When he shall come with trumpet sound,
    Oh, may I then in him be found,
    Clothed in his righteousness alone,
    Faultless to stand before his throne.
    On Christ, the solid rock, I stand;
    All other ground is sinking sand.

    Text and Tune: public domain.

  • Now the light has gone away;
    Father, listen while I pray,
    Asking you to watch and keep
    And to send me quiet sleep.

    Jesus, Savior, wash away
    All that I've done wrong today.
    Make me ever more like you,
    Good and gentle, kind and true.

    Let my near and dear ones be
    Safe with you eternally.
    Oh, bring me and all
    I love To your happy home above.

    Now my evening praise I give;
    You once died that I might live.
    All your precious gifts are free --
    Oh, how good you are to me!

    Ah, my best and kindest Friend,
    You will love me to the end.
    Let me love you more and more,
    Always better than before.

    Text, Tune, Setting: public domain.

  • Want to see the opening worship from the Youth Rally? Well you can, along with a handful of other Rally videos.

  • What a friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear!
    What a privilege to carry Ev'rything to God in prayer!
    Oh, what peace we often forfeit, Oh, what needless pain we bear,
    All because we do not carry Ev'rything to God in prayer!

    Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere?
    We should never be discouraged -- Take it to the Lord in prayer.
    Can we find a friend so faithful Who will all our sorrows share?
    Jesus knows our ev'ry weakness -- Take it to the Lord in prayer.

    Can we find a friend so faithful Who will all our sorrows share?
    Jesus knows our ev'ry weakness -- Take it to the Lord in prayer.

    Are we weak and heavy laden, Cumbered with a load of care?
    Precious Savior, still our refuge -- Take it to the Lord in prayer.
    Do your friends despise, forsake you? Take it to the Lord in prayer.
    In his arms he'll take and shield you; You will find a solace there.

    Text and Tune: public domain.