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Refuge: Psalm 31 Unto your hands O God of truth, my spirit I commit. You have redeemed my soul from death and saved me from the pit. The passions of my hope and fear maintain a doubtful strife While sorrow, pain and sin conspire to take away my life . I know my days are in Your hands
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Refuge: Psalm 31 Unto your hands O God of truth, my spirit I commit. You have redeemed my soul from death and saved me from the pit.
The passions of my hope and fear maintain a doubtful strife While sorrow, pain and sin conspire to take away my life
I know my days are in Your hands though I draw near to dust You are the God in whom I trust, You are my refuge.
So lift up your voice and sing aloud, and praise Him all you saints, How wondrous is His grace, He is our refuge.
Oh make your most beloved face to shine upon me now And save me for your mercy’s sake for I am lost without
While in my haste I’m quick to say “where is your help for me?” But you attend me when I pray and you have heard my plea.
I know my days are in Your hands though I draw near to dust You are the God in whom I trust, You are my refuge.
So lift up your voice and sing aloud, and praise Him all you saints, How wondrous is His grace, He is our refuge.
Psalm 31 But I trust in you, O Lord; I say, “You are my God.” My days are in your hand… I had said in my distress, “I am cut off from your sight.”But you heard the voice of my pleas for mercy when I cried to you for help. So, love the Lord, all you his saints!The Lord preserves the faithful!
I know my days are in Your hands though I draw near to dust You are the God in whom I trust, You are my refuge.
So lift up your voice and sing aloud, and praise Him all you saints, How wondrous is His grace, He is our refuge.
I know my days are in Your hands though I draw near to dust You are the God in whom I trust, You are my refuge.
So lift up your voice and sing aloud, and praise Him all you saints, How wondrous is His grace, He is our refuge.
Amazing Grace, My Chains are Gone Amazing grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost, but now I’m found Was blind, but now I see
‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear And grace my fears relieved How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed
My chains are gone, I’ve been set free My God, my Saviour has ransomed me And like a flood His mercy reigns Unending love, amazing grace
The Lord has promised good to me His word my hope secures He will my sheild and portion be As long as life endures
My chains are gone, I’ve been set free My God, my Saviour has ransomed me And like a flood His mercy reigns Unending love, amazing grace
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost, but now I’m found Was blind, but now I see
My chains are gone, I’ve been set free My God, my Saviour has ransomed me And like a flood His mercy reigns Unending love, amazing grace
Jesus Paid it All I hear the Savior say, “Thy strength indeed is small; Child of weakness, watch and pray, Find in Me thine all in all.”
Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe; Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow.
For nothing good have I Whereby Thy grace to claim, I’ll wash my garments white In the blood of Calvary’s Lamb.
Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe; Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow.
Lord, now indeed I find Thy power and Thine alone, Can change the leper’s spots And melt the heart of stone.
Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe; Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow.
And when before the throne I stand in Him complete, I’ll lay my trophies down All down at Jesus’ feet.
Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe; Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow.
Oh, praise the One Who paid my debt And raises life up from the dead!
Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe; Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow.
Dear Refuge Dear refuge of my weary soul, On Thee when sorrows rise, On Thee when waves of trouble roll, My fainting hope relies. To Thee I tell each rising grief, For Thou alone can heal; Thy word can bring a sweet relief For every pain I feel.
But oh! When gloomy doubts prevail, I fear to call Thee mine; The springs of comfort seem to fail And all my hopes decline. Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust; And still my soul would cleave to Thee, Though prostrate in the dust.
Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face, And shall I seek in vain? And can the ear of sovereign grace Be deaf when I complain? No, still the ear of sovereign grace Attends the mourner’s prayer. Oh, may I ever find access To breathe my sorrows there
Thy mercy seat is open still; Here let my soul retreat, With humble hope attend Thy will, And wait beneath Thy feet. Thy mercy seat is open still; Here let my soul retreat, With humble hope attend Thy will, And wait beneath Thy feet.
Jesus Lover of My Soul Jesus, lover of my soul, let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is high. Hide me, O my Savior, hide, until life’s storm is past; Safe into the haven guide; receive my soul at last.
Other refuge have I none, I helpless, hang on Thee; Leave, oh leave me not alone, support and comfort me. All my trust on Thee is stayed, all help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenseless head in the shadow of Thy wing.
Thou, O Christ, are all I want, Much more than all I find; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy Name, I am unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am; Thou art full of truth and grace.
Plenteous grace with Thee is found, grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound; make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art, let me take of Thee; Spring Thou up within my heart; for all eternity.
1 Samuel 2:6-8 (Hannah’s Song) The Lord kills and brings to life; He brings down to Sheol and raises up. The Lord makes poor and makes rich; He brings low and he exalts. He raises up the poor from the dust; He lifts the needy from the ash heap to make them sit with princes and inherit a seat of honor. For the pillars of the earth are the Lord's, and on them he has set the world.