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  • All Glory, Laud, and Honor, to you redeemer King
    To whom the lips of children, made sweet hosannas ring
    You are the King of Israel and David’s royal Son.
    Now in the Lord’s name coming, our King and blessed one.

     

    “Hosanna in the highest!” That ancient song we sing,
    For Christ is our Redeemer, the Lord of heav’n, our King.
    Oh, may we ever praise him with heart and life and voice
    And in his royal presence eternally rejoice

     

    Redeemed, restored, forgiven through Jesus’ precious blood,
    Heirs of his home in heaven--Oh, praise our pard’ning God!
    Praise him in tuneful measures who gave his Son to die;
    Praise him whose sev’n-fold treasures enrich and sanctify.

     

    In our fair home shall never be silent music’s voice;
    With heart and lips forever we shall in God rejoice,
    The company of angels is praising you on high,
    And we with all creation in chorus make reply.

     

    Then let us praise the Father and worship God the Son
    And sing to God the Spirit, Eternal Three in One,
    Till all the ransomed number Who stand before the throne
    Ascribe all pow’r and glory and praise to God alone.

     

    Text and Tune: public domain. *Setting: c Bärenreiter-Verlag; reprinted by permission. *Descant: c 1993 Kermit G. Moldenhauer. Used by permission.

  • All Glory Laud and Honor
    from Church Bells

    Happy Friday! This week's video is All Glory Laud and Honor from our album, Church Bells.

  • All praise to thee, my God, this night
    For all the blessings of the light.
    Keep me, oh, keep me, King of kings,
    Beneath thine own almighty wings.
    Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son
    The ill that I this day have done,
    That with the world, myself, and thee
    I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

     

    Teach me to live that I may dread
    The grave as little as my bed.
    Teach me to die so that I may
    Rise glorious at the awe-full day.
    Oh, may my soul on thee repose
    And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close,
    Sleep that shall me more vig'rous make
    To serve my God when I awake.

     

    When in the night I sleepless lie,
    My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply;
    Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
    No pow'rs of darkness me distress.
    Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
    Praise him, all creatures here below;
    Praise him above, ye heav'nly host;
    Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

     

    Text and Tune: public domain

  • “Speak to all Jerusalem Of the peace that waits for them;

    Tell them that their sins I cover, That their warfare now is over."

     

    "Comfort, comfort all my people; Speak of peace," so says our God.
    "Comfort those who sit in darkness, Groaning from their sorrows' load.
    Speak to all Jerusalem Of the peace that waits for them;
    Tell them that their sins I cover, That their warfare now is over."

     

    All their sins our God will pardon, Blotting out each dark misdeed;
    All that well deserve his anger He no more will see or heed.
    They have suffered many a day; Now their griefs have passed away.
    God will change their aching sadness Into ever-springing gladness.

     

    John the Baptist's voice is crying In the desert far and near,
    Calling people to repentance For the kingdom now is here.
    Oh, that warning cry obey! Now prepare for God a way;
    Let the valleys rise to meet him And the hills bow down to greet him.

     

    Straighten out the crooked highway; Make the rougher places plain.
    Let your hearts be true and humble, Ready for his holy reign.
    For the glory of the Lord Now o'er earth is spread abroad,
    And all flesh shall see the token That his word is never broken.

     

    Text: public domain
    Tune: Koiné, Judas on Straight Street Publications

  • Draw us to thee, For then shall we
    Walk in thy steps forever
    And hasten on Where thou art gone
    To be with thee, dear Savior.

    Draw us to thee, Lord, lovingly;
    Let us depart with gladness
    That  we may be Forever free
    From sorrow, grief, and sadness.

    Draw us to thee; Oh, grant that we
    May walk the road to heaven!
    Direct our way Lest we should stray
    And from thy paths be driven.

    Draw us to thee That also we
    Thy heav'nly bliss inherit
    And ever dwell Where sin and hell
    No more can vex our spirit.

    Draw us to thee Unceasingly;
    Into thy kingdom take us.
    Let us fore'er Thy glory share;
    Thy saints and joint heirs make us.

    Text and Tune: public domain

  • Draw Us to Thee
    from Church Bells

    Happy Friday! This week's video is Draw Us to Thee from our album, Church Bells.

  • Fight the good fight With all your might;
    Christ is your strength and Christ your light.
    Lay hold on life, and it shall be
    Your joy and crown eternally.

     

    Run the straight race Through God's good grace;
    Lift up your eyes and seek his face.
    Life with its way before us lies;
    Christ is the path and Christ the prize.

     

    Cast care aside, Lean on your guide;
    His boundless mercy will provide.
    Lean, and the trusting soul shall prove
    Christ is its life and Christ its love.

     

    Faint not nor fear; His arms are near.
    He changes not, and you are dear.
    Only believe, and you will see
    That Christ is Lord eternally.

     

    Text and Tune: public domain

  • Glory be to Jesus, Who in bitter pains
    Poured for me the lifeblood From his sacred veins.

     

    Grace and life eternal In that blood I find;
    Blest be his compassion, Infinitely kind.

     

    Blest through endless ages Be the precious stream
    Which from endless torments Did the world redeem.

     

    Abel's blood for vengeance Pleaded to the skies,
    But the blood of Jesus For our pardon cries.

     

    Oft as earth exulting Lifts its praise on high,
    Angel hosts rejoicing Make their glad reply.

     

    Lift we, then, our voices, Swell the mighty flood;
    Louder still and louder Praise the precious blood!

     

    Glory be to Jesus, Who in bitter pains
    Poured for me the lifeblood From his sacred veins.

     

    Text and Tune: public domain

  • He stood before the court On trial instead of us;
    He met its pow'r to hurt, Condemned to face the cross --
    Our King, accused of treachery;
    Our God, abused for blasphemy!

    These are the crimes that tell The tale of human guilt;
    Our sins, our death, our hell -- On these the case is built.
    To this world's pow'rs the Lord stays dumb.
    The guilt is ours, no answers come.

    The sentence must be passed, The unknown pris'ner killed;
    The price is paid at last, The law of God fulfilled.
    He takes our blame, and from that day
    Th' accuser's claim is wiped away.

    Shall we be judged and tried? In Christ our trial is done;
    We live, for he has died, Our condemnation gone.
    In Christ are we both dead and raised,
    Alive and free -- his name be praised!

    Text: c 1982 by Hope Publishing Co., Carol Stream, IL 60188. All rights reserved. Used by permission. Tune: c 1958 Service Book and Hymnal. Reprinted by permission of Augsburg Fortress
  • He Stood Before the Court
    from Church Bells

    Happy Friday! This week's video is He Stood Before the Court from our album, Church Bells.

  • My song is love unknown, My Savior's love to me,
    Love to the loveless shown That they might lovely be.
    Oh, who am I That for my sake
    My Lord should take Frail flesh and die?

     

    He came from his blest throne Salvation to bestow,
    But such disdain! So few The longed-for Christ would know!
    But oh, my friend, My friend indeed,
    Who at my need His life did spend!

     

    Sometimes they strew his way And his sweet praises sing,
    Resounding all the day Hosannas to their King.
    Then "Crucify!" Is all their breath,
    And for his death They thirst and cry.

     

    Why? What has my Lord done? What makes this rage and spite?
    He made the lame to run; He gave the blind their sight.
    Sweet injuries! Yet they at these
    Themselves displease And 'gainst him rise.

     

    They rise and needs will have My dear Lord made away.
    A murderer they save; The Prince of life they slay.
    Yet cheerful he To suff'ring goes
    That he his foes From death might free.

     

    In life no house, no home My Lord on earth might have;
    In death no friendly tomb But what a stranger gave.
    What may I say? Heav'n was his home
    But mine the tomb Wherein he lay.

     

    Here might I stay and sing; No story so divine,
    Never was love, dear King, Never was grief like thine.
    This is my friend, In whose sweet praise
    I all my days Could gladly spend!

     

    Text: public domain. *Tune: c John Ireland Trust, c/o Mr. P.B.A. Taylor, 35 St.
    Mary's Mansions, St. Mary's Terrace, London W2 1SQ England

  • Oh, that the Lord would guide my ways
    To keep his statutes still!
    Oh, that my God would grant me grace
    To know and do his will!

     

    Order my footsteps by your Word,
    And make my heart sincere;
    Let sin have no dominion, Lord,
    But keep my conscience clear.

     

    Assist my soul, too apt to stray,
    A stricter watch to keep;
    And should I e'er forget your way,
    Restore your wand'ring sheep.

     

    Make me to walk in your commands -
    'Tis a delightful road -
    Nor let my head or heart or hands
    Offend against my God.

     

    Text and Tune: public domain

  • Once in royal David's city Stood a lowly cattle shed,
    Where a mother laid her baby In a manger for his bed;
    Mary was that mother mild, Jesus Christ her little child.

     

    He came down to earth from heaven Who is God and Lord of all,
    And his shelter was a stable, And his cradle was a stall;
    With the poor and mean and lowly Lived on earth our Savior holy.

     

    But our eyes at last shall see him Through his own redeeming love,
    For that child, so dear and gentle, Is our Lord in heav'n above,
    As he leads his children on To the place where he is gone.

     

    Not in that poor, lowly stable With the oxen standing by
    Shall we see him, but in heaven, Set at God's right hand on high.
    Then like stars his children crowned, All in white, his praise will sound.

     

    Text and Tune: public domain

  • The King of love my shepherd is, Whose goodness fails me never;
    I nothing lack if I am his, And he is mine forever.

     

    Where streams of living water flow, My Savior gently leads me,
    And where the verdant pastures grow, With food celestial feeds me.

     

    Confused and foolish oft I strayed, But yet in love he sought me
    And on his shoulder gently laid And home, rejoicing, brought me.

     

    In death's dark vale I fear no ill With you, dear Lord, beside me,
    Your rod and staff my comfort still, Your cross before to guide me.

     

    You spread a table in my sight, A banquet here bestowing;
    Your oil of welcome, my delight; My cup is overflowing!

     

    And so through all the length of days Your goodness fails me never. Good Shepherd, may I sing your praise Within your house forever!

     

    Text and Tune: public domain

  • The King of Love My Shepherd Is
    from Church Bells

    Happy Friday! This week's video is The King of Love My Shepherd Is from our album, Church Bells.

  • This joyful Eastertide
    Away with sin and sorrow!
    My love, the Crucified,
    Has sprung to life this morrow.

     

    Refrain

     

    Had Christ, who once was slain,
    Not burst his three-day prison,
    Our faith had been in vain:
    But now is Christ arisen, arisen, arisen;
    But now is Christ arisen!

     

    Death's flood has lost its chill
    Since Jesus crossed the river;
    Lover of souls, from ill
    My passing soul deliver.

     

    Refrain

     

    My flesh in hope shall rest
    And for a season slumber
    Till trump from east to west
    Shall wake the dead in number.

     

    Refrain

     

    Text: From Cowley Carol Book. Reprinted by permission of A. R. Mowbray & Co., Ltd., London England. Tune: public domain

  • This Joyful Eastertide
    from Church Bells

    Happy Friday! This week's video is This Joyful Eastertide from our album, Church Bells.

  • What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul!
    What wondrous love is this, O my soul!
    What wondrous love is this That caused the Lord of bliss
    To bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul,
    To bear the dreadful curse for my soul!

     

    When I was sinking down, sinking down, sinking down,
    When I was sinking down, sinking down,
    When I was sinking down Beneath God's righteous frown,
    Christ laid aside his crown For my soul, for my soul,
    Christ laid aside his crown for my soul.

     

    To God and to the Lamb I will sing, I will sing;
    To God and to the Lamb I will sing;
    To God and to the Lamb, Who is the great I Am,
    While millions join the theme, I will sing, I will sing,
    While millions join the theme, I will sing.

     

    And when from death I'm free, I'll sing on, I'll sing on;
    And when from death I'm free, I'll sing on.
    And when from death I'm free, I'll sing his love for me,
    And through eternity I'll sing on, I'll sing on,
    And through eternity I'll sing on.

     

    Text and Tune: public domain

  • What Wondrous Love is This
    from Church Bells

    Happy Friday! This week's video is What Wondrous Love is This from our album, Church Bells.

  • When God the Spirit came
    Upon his church outpoured
    In sound of wind and sign of flame,
    They spread his truth abroad
    And, filled with the Spirit,
    Proclaimed that Christ is Lord.

     

    What courage, pow'r, and grace
    That youthful church displayed!
    To those of ev'ry tribe and race
    They witnessed unafraid.
    And, filled with the Spirit,
    They broke their bread and prayed.

     

    They saw God's Word prevail,
    His kingdom still increase,
    No part of all his purpose fail,
    No promised blessing cease
    And, filled with the Spirit,
    Knew love and joy and peace.
    And, filled with the Spirit,
    Knew love and joy and peace.

     

    Their theme was Christ alone,
    The Lord who lived and died,
    Who rose to his eternal throne
    At God the Father's side,
    And, filled with the Spirit,
    The church was multiplied.

     

    So to this present hour
    Our task is still the same:
    In Pentecostal love and pow'r
    His gospel to proclaim
    And, filled with the Spirit,
    Rejoice in Jesus' name.
    And, filled with the Spirit,
    Rejoice in Jesus' name.
    And, filled with the Spirit,
    Rejoice in Jesus' name.
    Rejoice in Jesus' name.
    Rejoice in Jesus' name.

     

    Text: c 1984 by Hope Publishing Co., Carol Stream IL 60188. All rights reserved. Used by permission. *Tune: c 1993 Bruce R. Backer. Used by permission.