“Now Thank We All Our God”

1 Now thank we all our God
    With hearts and hands and voices,
Who wondrous things has done,
    In whom His world rejoices;
Who from our mothers’ arms
    Has blest us on our way
With countless gifts of love
    And still is ours today.

2 Oh, may this bounteous God
    Through all our life be near us,
With ever joyful hearts
    And blessèd peace to cheer us
And keep us in His grace
    And guide us when perplexed
And free us from all ills
    In this world and the next!

D 3 All praise and thanks to God
    The Father now be given,
The Son, and Him who reigns
    With them in highest heaven,
The one eternal God,
    Whom earth and heav’n adore;
For thus it was, is now,
    And shall be evermore.

Text: Martin Rinckart, 1586–1649; tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1827–78, alt.; Tune: Johann Crüger, 1598–1662; Text and tune: Public domain

“Joshua Fit the Battle of Jericho”

Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
Jericho, Jericho
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
And the walls came tumblin’ down

You may talk about the men of Gideon
You may talk about the men of Saul
But there’re none like good old Joshua
At the battle of Jericho, Hallelujah

Text: Public domain

“The Call”

You called me, I answered.
Now I stand before You Lord
Your shepherd, Your servant.
Empowered to walk and spread Your Word

You led me, to be here.
To be Your voice You chose
Now send me and guide me
to tell the world from death You rose.

ref Here I stand before You – A humbled man am I
To spread the word “Christ crucified”. That tore the veil in two
Through Your resurrection – life began anew
Your love and Grace to save us. Now we are born in You

Before You is Your servant.
Your chosen all my days
Your Spirit is upon me.
Your Word I will ever praise

Appointed and anointed.
Your Word in Love revealed
Forgiving, renewing.
Through Bread and Wine we’re healed (refrain)

Text: Bryan Perdue; Text: © 2011 Bryan Perdue www.bryanperduemusic.com. Used by permission: used by permission of the author no. 9153458181

“Great is Thy Faithfulness”

1 Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father;
    There is no shadow of turning with Thee.
Thou changest not: Thy compassions, they fail not;
    As Thou hast been, Thou forever wilt be. Refrain

ref Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is Thy faithfulness!
    Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;
    Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!

2 Summer and winter and springtime and harvest,
    Sun, moon, and stars in their courses above
Join with all nature in manifold witness
    To Thy great faithfulness, mercy, and love. Refrain

3 Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth,
    Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
    Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside! Refrain

Text: Thomas O. Chisholm, 1866–1960; Tune: William M. Runyan, 1870–1957; Text: Public domain; Tune: Public domain

“Because He Lives”

1 God sent His son, they called Him Jesus;
He came to love, heal and forgive;
He lived and died to buy my pardon,
An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives!

2 How sweet to hold a newborn baby,
And feel the pride and joy he gives;
But greater still the calm assurance:
This child can face uncertain days because He Lives! (refrain)

3 And then one day, I’ll cross the river,
I’ll fight life’s final war with pain;
And then, as death gives way to victory,
I’ll see the lights of glory and I’ll know He lives! (refrain)

Text: © 1971 Hanna Street Music, admin. Gaither Copyright Management CCLI Song #16880. Used by permission: CCLI no. #3948106

“O Sacred Head, Now Wounded”

1 O sacred Head, now wounded,
    With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
    With thorns, Thine only crown.
O sacred Head, what glory,
    What bliss, till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory,
    I joy to call Thee mine.

2 What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered
    Was all for sinners’ gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
    But Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
    ’Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor,
    And grant to me Thy grace.

3 What language shall I borrow
    To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow,
    Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever!
    And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never,
    Outlive my love for Thee.

4 Be Thou my consolation,
    My shield, when I must die;
Remind me of Thy passion
    When my last hour draws nigh.
Mine eyes shall then behold Thee,
    Upon Thy cross shall dwell,
My heart by faith enfold Thee.
    Who dieth thus dies well.

Text: attr. Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091–1153; German version, Paul Gerhardt, 1607–76; tr. The Lutheran Hymnal, 1941, alt.; Tune: Hans Leo Hassler, 1564–1612; Text: © 1941 Concordia Publishing House. Used by permission: LSB Hymn License no. 110005077; Tune: Public domain

“Majesty”

Majesty, Worship His majesty,
Unto Jesus Be all glory, honor and praise,

Majesty, Kingdom authority,
Flow from His throne,
Unto His own, His anthem raise

So exalt, lift up on high
The name of Jesus
Magnify, come glorify
Christ Jesus the King

Majesty, worship His majesty
Jesus who died, now glorified
King of all kings

Text: Jack Hayford; Text: © 1981 New Spring (Admin. by Brentwood-Benson Music Publishing, Inc.). Used by permission: used by permission of the author no. 9153458181

“It Is Well With My Soul”

1 When peace, like a river, attendeth my way;
    When sorrows, like sea billows, roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
    It is well, it is well with my soul. Refrain

ref It is well (It is well)
with my soul, (with my soul),
It is well, it is well with my soul.

2 Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
    Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate
    And hath shed His own blood for my soul. Refrain

3 He lives—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought;
    My sin, not in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to His cross, and I bear it no more.
    Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! Refrain

4 And, Lord, haste the day when our faith shall be sight,
    The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trumpet shall sound and the Lord shall descend;
    Even so it is well with my soul. Refrain

Text: Horatio G. Spafford, 1828–88, alt.; Tune: Philip P. Bliss, 1838–76; Text and tune: Public domain