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Beautiful Scandalous Night Go on up to the mountain of mercy To the crimson perpetual tide 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,
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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
I Boast No More No more, my God, I boast no more Of all the duties I have done; I quit the hopes I held before, To trust the merits of Thy Son
No more my God, No more my God, No more my God, I boast no more.
Now, for the loss I bear His name, What was my gain I count my loss; My former pride I call my shame, And nail my glory to His cross.
No more my God, No more my God, No more my God, I boast no more.
Yes and I must and will esteem, All things but loss for Jesus’ sake; O may my soul be found in Him, And of his right-eousness partake. Amen.
The best obedience of my hands Dares not appear before Thy throne; But faith can answer Thy demands, By pleading what my Lord has done.
No more our God, No more our God, No more our God, We boast no more.
You’re Beautiful I see Your face in every sunrise The colors of the morning are inside Your eyesThe world awakens in the light of the dayI look up to the sky and say, “You’re beautiful”
I see Your power in the moonlit nightWhere planets are in motion and galaxies are brightWe are amazed in the light of the starsIt’s all proclaiming who You are“You’re beautiful”
I see You there hanging on a treeYou bled and then You died And then You rose again for meNow You are sitting on Your heavenly throneSoon we will be coming home“You’re beautiful”
When we arrive at eternity’s shoreWhere death is just a memory and tears are no moreWe’ll enter in as the wedding bells ring Your bride will come together and we’ll sing“You’re beautiful, You're beautiful”
2 Thessalonians 1:10-11 When He comes on that day to be glorified in His saints, and to be marveled at among all who have believed, because our testimony to you was believed….
I see Your face and it’s beautiful You’re beautiful You’re beautiful…
2 Thessalonians 1:10-12 To this end we always pray for you, that our God may make you worthy of his calling and may fulfill every resolve for good and every work of faith by His power, so that the name of our Lord Jesus may be glorified in you, and you in Him, according to the grace of our God and the Lord Jesus Christ.
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!