PRAISE TO THE LORD THE ALMIGHTY

Praise to the Lord, the Almighty,
the King of creation!
O my soul, praise Him,
for He is thy health and salvation!
All ye who hear,
now to His temple draw near;
Join me in glad adoration.

Praise to the Lord, who o’er all things so wondrously reigneth,
Shelters thee under His wings,
yea, so gently sustaineth!
Hast thou not seen
how thy desires e’er have been
Granted in what He ordaineth?

Praise to the Lord,
who doth prosper thy work and defend thee;
Surely His goodness and mercy
here daily attend thee;
Ponder anew what the Almighty can do,
If with His love He befriend thee.

Praise to the Lord,
oh, let all that is in me adore Him!
All that hath life and breath,
come now with praises before Him;
Let the Amen sound from His people again,
Gladly for aye we adore Him.


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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


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ROCK OF AGES

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in Thee;

Let the water and the blood,

From Thy wounded side which flowed,

Be of sin the double cure,

Save from wrath and make me pure.


Not the labor of my hands

Can fulfill Thy law’s demands;

Could my zeal no respite know,

Could my tears forever flow,

All for sin could not atone;

Thou must save, and Thou alone.


Nothing in my hand I bring,

Simply to Thy cross I cling;

Naked, come to Thee for dress;

Helpless, look to Thee for grace;

Foul, I to the fountain fly;

Wash me, Savior, or I die.


While I draw this fleeting breath,

When my eyes shall close in death,

When I rise to worlds unknown,

And behold Thee on Thy throne,

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in Thee.