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It is Well with My Soul. When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll;. Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, It is well, it is well, with my soul. It is well… it is well. With my soul… with my soul. It is well, it is well with my soul!.
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It is Well with My Soul When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well… it is well. With my soul… with my soul. It is well, it is well with my soul!
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought! My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more, Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
It is well… it is well. With my soul… with my soul. It is well, it is well with my soul!
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend, Even so, it is well with my soul.
It is well… it is well. With my soul… with my soul. It is well, it is well with my soul!
It is well… it is well. With my soul… with my soul. It is well, it is well with my soul!
And Can it Be And can it be that I should gain an interest in the Savior's blood? Died He for me who caused His pain For me who Him to death pursued? Amazing love! How can it be that Thou, my God, would die for me?
Amazing love! How can it be that Thou, my God, would die for me? Amazing love! How can it be that Thou, my God, would die for me?
He left His Father's throne above so free, so infinite His grace; emptied Himself of all but love, and bled for Adam's helpless race. 'Tis mercy all, immense and free, for O my God, it found out me!
Amazing love! How can it be that Thou, my God, would die for me? Amazing love! How can it be that Thou, my God, would die for me?
Long my imprisoned sprit lay, fast bound in sin and nature's night; Thine eye diffused a quickening ray; I woke, the dungeon flamed with light; my chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
Amazing love! How can it be that Thou, my God, would die for me? Amazing love! How can it be that Thou, my God, would die for me?
No condemnation now I dread; Jesus, and all in him, is mine; alive in him, my living Head, and clothed in righteousness divine, bold I approach the eternal throne, and claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Amazing love! How can it be that Thou, my God, would die for me? Amazing love! How can it be that Thou, my God, would die for me?
Awake My Soul The image of God invisible The firstborn of all life Before and within, He holds it all in One name, one faith, one Christ
No one is good enough To save himself Awake my soul tonight To boast nothing else
I trust no other source or name Nowhere else can I hide This grace gives me fear, and this grace draws me near And all that it asks it provides
No one is good enough To save himself Awake my soul tonight To boast nothing else
No seam in this garment All my rags to hide No less than Your love for Jesus, is mine…
When I stand on the edges of Jordan With the saints and the angels beside When my body is healed and the glory revealed Then still I can boast only Christ
No one is good enough To save himself Awake my soul tonight To boast nothing else
We boast nothing else We boast nothing else We boast nothing else
Beautiful Scandalous Night Go on up to the mountain of mercy Tothecrimsonperpetualtide Kneel down on the shore, be thirsty no more Go under and be purified
Follow Christ to the Holy Mountain Sinner, sorry and wrecked by the fall Cleanse your heart and your soul, in the fountain that flows For you and for me and for all
At the wonderful tragic mysterious tree On that beautiful scandalous night you and me Were atoned by His blood and forever washed white On that beautiful scandalous night
On the hillside you will be delivered At the foot of the cross justified And your spirit restored, by the river that pours From our blessed Savior's side
At the wonderful tragic mysterious tree On that beautiful scandalous night you and me Were atoned by His blood and forever washed white On that beautiful scandalous night
Galatians 3:13-14 Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law by becoming a curse for us—for it is written, “Cursed is everyone who is hanged on a tree”— so that in Christ Jesus the blessing of Abraham might come to the Gentiles, so that we might receive the promised Spirit through faith.
Go on up to the mountain of mercy Tothecrimsonperpetualtide Kneel down on the shore, be thirsty no more Go under and be purified
At the wonderful tragic mysterious tree On that beautiful scandalous night you and me Were atoned by His blood and forever washed white On that beautiful scandalous night On that beautiful scandalous night
“…The scandal of the incarnation is that God worked in what was unworthy: dirt and blood, stones and wood, fire and flesh. And the Word becoming flesh was not merely a way to communicate the gospel story, it was the gospel story -- for what He became, He also redeemed.” - Aaron Tate
We Come to You As you came to us so we come to You Fragile as a baby hopeful and new But learning fast that to walk is to fall Soon we’ve done it all
We come broken and we come undone We come trying hard to love everyone But we come up short in all that we do Because we do so we come to you
As You came to us so we come to you Dirty and hurting then dead in the tomb But raised redeemed to show off the scars ‘cause You’ve brought us this far
We come broken and we come undone We come trying hard to love everyone But we come up short in all that we do Because we do so we come to you
As you came to us so we come to You Fragile as a baby hopeful and new But learning fast that to walk is to fall Soon we’ve done it all
We come broken and we come undone We come trying hard to love everyone But we come up short in all that we do Because we do so we come to you
You came to show the way not around but through. So through it, all we come to You.
Thy Mercy Thy mercy, my God Is the theme of my song, The joy of my heart, And the boast of my tongue;
Thy free grace alone, From the first to the last, Hath won my affections, And bound my soul fast.