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Congregational singing
Capitol Hill Baptist Church - Washington, D.C.
Text: Horatius Bonar | Tune: ST. MICHAEL

I hear the words of love,
I gaze upon the blood,
I see the mighty sacrifice,
And I have peace with God.

’Tis everlasting peace,
Sure as Jehovah’s name;
’Tis stable as His steadfast throne,
For evermore the same.

The clouds may come and go,
And storms may sweep my sky;
This blood-sealed friendship changes not,
The cross is ever nigh.

My love is oftimes low,
My joy still ebbs and flows;
But peace with Him remains the same,
No change Jehovah knows.

I change − He changes not;
The Christ can never die;
His love, not mine, the resting-place;
His truth, not mine, the tie.

Congregational singing
Capitol Hill Baptist Church - Washington, D.C.
Text: Henry Williams Baker | Tune: ST. COLUMBA

The King of love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never,
I nothing lack if I am His
And He is mine forever.

Where streams of living water flow
My ransomed soul He leadeth,
And where the verdant pastures grow,
With food celestial feedeth.

Perverse 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 Thee, dear Lord, beside me;
Thy rod and staff my comfort still,
Thy cross before to guide me.

Thou spread’st a table in my sight;
Thy unction grace bestoweth;
And O what transport of delight
From Thy pure chalice floweth!

And so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never;
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
Within Thy house forever.

Congregational singing
Capitol Hill Baptist Church - Washington, D.C.
Text: Ada Habershon / Matthew Merker

When I fear my faith will fail
Christ will hold me fast
When the tempter would prevail
He will hold me fast
I could never keep my hold
Through life’s fearful path
For my love is often cold
He must hold me fast

He will hold me fast
He will hold me fast
For my Savior loves me so
He will hold me fast

Those He saves are His delight
Christ will hold me fast
Precious in His holy sight
He will hold me fast
He’ll not let my soul be lost
His promises shall last
Bought by Him at such a cost
He will hold me fast

Refrain

For my life He bled and died
Christ will hold me fast
Justice has been satisfied
He will hold me fast
Raised with Him to endless life
He will hold me fast
Till our faith is turned to sight
When He comes at last

Refrain

Congregational singing (Michael Mahoney, Shepherds’ Conference)
Grace Community Church - Sun Valley, California
Text: Stuart Townend

How deep the Father’s love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon a cross
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom

Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle, London

Out of my bondage, sorrow, and night,
Jesus, I come: Jesus, I come.
Into Thy freedom, gladness, and light,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of my sickness into Thy health,
Out of my want and into Thy wealth,
Out of my sin and into Thyself,
Jesus, I come to Thee.

Out of my shameful failure and loss,
Jesus, I come: Jesus, I come.
Into the glorious gain of Thy Cross,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of earth’s sorrows into Thy balm,
Out of life’s storm and into Thy calm,
Out of distress to jubilant psalm,
Jesus, I come to Thee.

Out of unrest and arrogant pride,
Jesus, I come: Jesus, I come.
Into Thy perfect will to abide,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of myself to dwell in Thy love,
Out of despair into raptures above,
Upward for aye on wings like a dove,
Jesus, I come to Thee.

Out of the fear and dread of the tomb,
Jesus, I come: Jesus, I come.
Into the joy and light of Thy home,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of the depths of ruin untold,
Into the peace of Thy sheltering fold,
Ever Thy glorious face to behold,
Jesus, I come to Thee.

Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle, London
Text: James Montgomery

Jesus, our best-beloved Friend,
Draw out our souls in pure desire;
Jesus, in love to us descend,
Baptise us with Thy Spirit’s fire.

On Thy redeeming name we call,
Poor and unworthy though we be;
Pardon and sanctify us all,
Let each Thy full salvation see.

Our souls and bodies we resign
To fear and follow Thy commands:
O take our hearts, our hearts are Thine,
Accept the service of our hands.

Firm, faithful, watching unto prayer,
May we Thy blessed will obey,
Toil in Thy vineyard here, and bear
The heat and burden of the day.

Yet, Lord, for us a resting-place
In Heaven at Thy right hand prepare;
And till we see Thee face to face
Be all our conversation there.

Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle, London

O how the wonders of Thy law
My soul to rapt obedience awe!
These streams of purest knowledge yield
The Truth, in full display, revealed.

With growing thirst, my spirit yearned,
And with an opening mind I turned
To Thy great precepts, wise and true,
And life-imparting grace I drew.

By these do souls untaught before
To heights of heavenly wisdom soar;
What depths and heights Thy saints can know!
Such grace on me, great God, bestow.

Thy dictates to my soul convey,
And to them all conform my way;
Redeem from error’s lore my mind,
Leaving no falsehood there behind.

Lord, save me from oppression’s hand,
Make me obey Thy wise command;
O may Thy love upon me shine,
And make those paths of knowledge mine.

(Psalm 119)

Turn on subtitles for lyrics
Verses of following hymns:
- Praise to the Lord, the Almighty
- My Saviour and Almighty Friend
- All Praise to God Who Reigns Above
- Praise, Everlasting Praise, Be Paid
- Praise the Savior, Ye Who Know Him
- Praise Him! Praise Him!
- Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven
- How Shall I Praise the Eternal God
- O for a Heart to Praise My God

Lyrics:
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;
Praise Him in glad adoration.

My Saviour and almighty Friend,
When I begin to praise,
It seems Thy mercies have no end!
I’m overwhelmed by grace.

All praise to God Who reigns above,
The God of all creation,
The God of wonders, power and love,
The God of our salvation:
With healing balm my soul He fills,
The God Who every sorrow stills −
To God all praise and glory!

Praise, everlasting praise, be paid
To Him that earth’s foundation laid;
Praise to the God Whose strong decrees
Sway all creation as He please.

Praise the Savior, ye who know Him!
Who can tell how much we owe Him?
Gladly let us render to Him
All we are and have.

Praise Him! praise Him!
Jesus, our blessed Redeemer!
Sing, O Earth, His wonderful love proclaim!
Hail Him! hail Him! highest archangels in glory;
Strength and honor give to His holy name!
Like a shepherd Jesus will guard His children,
In His arms He carries them all day long:

Praise Him! praise Him!
tell of His excellent greatness;
Praise Him! praise Him!
ever in joyful song!

Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven;
To His feet your tribute bring!
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like me His praise should sing!
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Praise the everlasting King!

How shall I praise the eternal God,
That infinite Unknown?
Who can ascend His high abode,
Or venture near His throne?

O for a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free;
A heart that’s sprinkled with the blood
So freely shed for me.

Congregational singing
Grace Community Church (Sun Valley, California)
Metropolitan Tabernacle (London)

Painting: Gari Melchers, The Communion (1888)

Congregational singing
Grace Community Church - Sun Valley, California
Tune: TERRA BEATA

This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father’s world, the birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world: He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father’s world. O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world: the battle is not done:
Jesus Who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and Heav’n be one.

Congregational singing (Shepherds’ Conference)
Grace Community Church - Sun Valley, California
Text: Frances Havergal | Tune: WYE VALLEY

Like a river glorious
Is God’s perfect peace,
Over all victorious,
In its bright increase;
Perfect, yet it floweth
Fuller ev’ry day;
Perfect, yet it groweth
Deeper all the way.

Stayed upon Jehovah,
Hearts are fully blest −
Finding as He promised,
Perfect peace and rest.

Hidden in the hollow
Of His blessed hand,
Never foe can follow,
Never traitor stand;
Not a surge of worry,
Not a shade of care,
Not a blast of hurry
Touch the spirit there.

Refrain

Ev’ry joy or trial
Falleth from above,
Traced upon our dial
By the Sun of Love;
We may trust Him fully
All for us to do −
They who trust Him wholly
Find Him wholly true.

Refrain