Friday Session # 1 – Harwood
HIS MERCY IS MORE
What love could remember no wrongs we have done
Omniscient, all knowing, he counts not their sum
Thrown into a sea without bottom or shore
Our sins they are many, his mercy is more
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Praise the Lord
His mercy is more
Stronger than darkness, new every morn
Our sins they are many, his mercy is more
What patience would wait as we constantly roam
What father, so tender, is calling us home
He welcomes the weakest, the vilest, the poor
Our sins they are many, his mercy is more
What riches of kindness he lavished on us
His blood was the payment, his life was the cost
We stood ‘neath a debt we could never afford
Our sins they are many, his mercy is more
BE THOU MY VISION
Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art
Thou my best thought, by day or by
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light
Be Thou my wisdom, and Thou my true word
I ever with Thee, and Thou with me, Lord
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one
Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise
Thou mine inheritance, now and always
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart
High King of heaven, my treasure Thou art
High King of heaven, my victory won
May I reach heaven’s joys, O bright heav’ns sun
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall
Still be my vision, O Ruler of All
Friday Session # 2 – Paradis
MY HOPE IS BUILT ON NOTHING LESS
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness
I dare not trust the sweetest frame
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name
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On Christ the solid rock I stand
All other ground is sinking sand
All other ground is sinking sand
When darkness veils His lovely face
I rest on His unchanging grace
In every high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil
His oath, His covenant, His blood
Support me in the whelming flood
When all around my soul gives way
He then is all my hope and stay
When he shall come with trumpet sound
O may I then in Him be found
Dressed in His righteousness alone
Faultless to stand before the throne
COME THOU FOUNT OF EVERY BLESSING
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
tune my heart to sing Thy grace
Streams of mercy never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
sung by flaming tongues above
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it
Mount of Thy redeeming love
Here I raise my Ebenezer,
here by Thy great help I’ve come
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
safely to arrive at home
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
wandering from the fold of God
He, to rescue me from danger
interposed His precious blood
O to grace how great a debtor,
daily I’m constrained to be
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to Thee
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it –
Prone to leave the God I love
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it –
Seal it for Thy courts above
O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen,
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry,
Me to realms of endless day.
Friday Session # 3 – Jones
ALL I HAVE IS CHRIST
I once was lost in darkest night
Yet thought I knew the way.
The sin that promised joy and life
Had led me to the grave.
I had no hope that You would own
A rebel to Your will. And if You had
not loved me first
I would refuse You still.
But as I ran my hell-bound race
Indifferent to the cost
You looked upon my helpless state
And led me to the cross.
And I beheld God’s love displayed
You suffered in my place
You bore the wrath reserved for me
Now all I know is grace.
Chorus
Hal-le – lu – jah! All I have is Christ
Hal-le – lu – jah! Jesus is my life
Now, Lord, I would be Yours alone
And live so all might see
The strength to follow Your commands
Could never come from me.
Oh Father, use my ransomed life
In any way You choose
And let my song forever be
My only boast is You.
YET NOT I BUT THROUGH CHRIST IN ME
What gift of grace is Jesus my redeemer,
There is no more for heaven now to give
He is my joy, my righteousness, and freedom
My steadfast love, my deep and boundless peace
To this I hold, my hope is only Jesus
For my life is wholly bound to his
Oh how strange and divine, I can sing:
all is mine!
Yet not I, but through Christ in me
The night is dark, but I am not forsaken
For by my side, the Saviour He will stay
I labour on in weakness and rejoicing
For in my need, His power is displayed
To this I hold, my Shepherd will defend me
Through the deepest valley He will lead
Oh the night has been won, and I shall overcome!
Yet not I, but through Christ in me
No fate I dread, I know I am forgiven
The future sure, the price it has been paid
For Jesus bled and suffered for my pardon
And He was raised to overthrow the grave
To this I hold, my sin has been defeated
Jesus now and ever is my plea
Oh the chains are released, I can sing:
I am free!
Yet not I, but through Christ in me
With every breath, I long to follow Jesus
For He has said that He will bring me home
And day by day I know He will renew me
Until I stand with joy before the throne
To this I hold, my hope is only Jesus
All the glory evermore to Him
When the race is complete, still my lips shall repeat:
Yet not I, but through Christ in me!
Saturday Session # 4 – Jones
BEHOLD OUR GOD
Who has held the oceans in His hand?
Who has numbered every grain of sand
Kings and nations tremble at His voice
All creation rises to rejoice
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Behold our God seated on His throne
Come let us adore Him
Behold our King, nothing can compare
Come let us adore Him!
Who has given counsel to the Lord?
Who can question any of His words?
Who can teach the one who knows all things?
Who can fathom all his wondrous deeds?
Who has felt the nails upon His hands Bearing all the guilt of sinful man?
God eternal, humbled to the grave Jesus, Savior, risen now to reign
HOW GREAT THOU ART
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Then sings my soul My Savior God to Thee How great Thou art How great Thou art Then sings my soul My Savior God to Thee How great Thou art How great Thou art
O Lord my God
When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds
Thy hands have made
I see the stars
I hear the rolling thunder
Thy pow’r throughout
The universe displayed
When thru the woods
And forest glades I wander
And hear the birds
Sing sweetly in the trees
When I look down
From lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook
And feel the gentle breeze
And when I think
That God His Son not sparing
Sent Him to die
I scarce can take it in
That on the cross
My burden gladly bearing
He bled and died
To take away my sin
When Christ shall come
With shout of acclamation
And take me home
What joy shall fill my heart
Then I shall bow
In humble adoration
And there proclaim
My God how great Thou art
Chorus
Then sings my soul My Savior God to Thee How great Thou art How great Thou art Then sings my soul My Savior God to Thee How great Thou art How great Thou art
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