Praise God from Whom all blessings flow, Praise Him all creatures here below, Praise Him above, ye heavenly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. From all that dwell beneath the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise; Let our Redeemer's name be sung Through every land, by every tongue. Eternal are Your mercies, Lord. Eternal truth attends Your word. Your praise will sound from shore to shore, 'Til suns shall rise and set no more. Praise God from Whom all blessings flow, Praise Him all creatures here below, Praise Him above, ye heavenly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious,
 See the exalted Savior now;
 From the fight returned victorious, 
Every knee to Him shall bow. 
Crown Him, Crown Him,
 Crowns become the victor's brow.
 Crown the Savior! Saints adore Him; 
Rich the trophies Jesus brings; 
In the seat of power enthrone Him,
 While the vault of heaven rings;
 Crown Him, crown Him, 
Crown the Savior King of kings. 

Hark, those bursts of acclamation!
 Hark, those loud triumphant chords!
 Jesus takes the highest station; 
O what joy the sight affords!
 Crown Him, crown Him,
 King of kings and Lord of lords!

 Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious, 
See the exalted Savior now;
 From the fight returned victorious, 
Every knee to Him shall bow.
 Crown Him, Crown Him, 
Crowns become the victor's brow.

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you, And the waves will not overcome you. Do not fear, for I have redeemed you, I have called you by name, you are Mine. Chorus: Men: For I am the Lord your God (Women: I am the Lord your God), Men: I am the Lord your God (Women: I am) The Holy One of Israel, your Savior Men: For I am the Lord your God (Women: I am the Lord your God), Men: I am the Lord your God (Women: I am) The Holy One of Israel, your Savior Men: I am the Lord (Women: Do not fear), Men: I am the Lord (Women: Do not fear) Men: I am the Lord (Women: Do not fear), Men: I am the Lord (Women: Do not fear), When you walk through the fire you'll not be burned, And the flames will not consume you. Do not fear, for I have redeemed you, I have called you by name, you are Mine. Chorus Final Chorus: I am the Lord.

Jesus let thy pitying eye call back a wandering sheep. False to Thee like Peter, I would fain, like Peter, weep. Let me be by grace restored; on me be all it’s freeness shown Turn and look upon me Lord; and break my heart of stone And break my heart of stone. Savior, Prince, enthroned above, repentance to impart, Give me, through Thy dying love, the humble, contrite heart; Give what I have long implored, a portion of Thy love unknown; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, and break my heart of stone. And break my heart of stone. Look, as when Thy pitying eye was closed that we might live; Father, at the point to die my Savior cried, forgive! Surely, with that dying word, he turns, and looks, and cries, Tis done! O my bleeding, loving Lord, this breaks my heart of stone! This breaks my heart of stone! This breaks my heart of stone! This breaks my heart of stone!

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 canst 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.

Come boldly to the throne of grace, ye wretched sinners come; And lay your load at Jesus' feet, and plead what he has done. "How can I come?," some soul may say, "I'm lame and cannot walk; My guilt and sin have stopped my mouth; I sigh, but dare not talk." Chorus: He makes the dead to hear his voice; He makes the blind to see; The sinner lost he came to save, and set the prisoner free. Come boldly to the throne of grace, though lost, and blind, and lame; Jehovah is the sinner's Friend, and ever was the same. Poor bankrupt souls, who feel and know the hell of sin within, Come boldly to the throne of grace; the Lord will take you in. (Chorus) Repeat Chorus

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" Chorus: Men: It is well (Women: it is well) Men: with my soul (Women: with my soul) It is well, it is well with my soul Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, let this blessed assurance control, That Christ has regarded my helpless estate, and hath shed His own blood for my soul. Chorus 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! Chorus And Lord haste the day when the 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. Chorus

There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Immanuel's veins, And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains. And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains. The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day. And there may I, though vile as he, wash all my sins away. And there may I, though vile as he, wash all my sins away. Dear dying Lamb thy precious blood shall never lose its power Till all the ransomed church of God be saved to sin no more. Till all the ransomed church of God be saved to sin no more. E'er since by faith I saw the stream thy flowing wounds supply; Redeeming love has been my theme and shall be till I die. Redeeming love has been my theme and shall be till I die. There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Immanuel's veins, And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.

Hark, the voice of love and mercy, sounds aloud from Calvary! See, it rends the rocks asunder, shakes the earth and veils the sky! "It is finished, It is finished," hear the dying Savior cry. "It is finished, It is finished," hear the dying Savior cry. "It is finished," O what pleasure, do these charming words afford. Heavenly blessings, without measure, flow to us from Christ the Lord. "It is finished, it is finished," saints the dying words record. "It is finished, it is finished," saints the dying words record. Finished all the types and shadows, of the ceremonial law; Finished all that God had promised; death and hell no more shall awe. "It is finished, it is finished," saints from hence your comfort draw. "It is finished, it is finished," saints from hence your comfort draw. Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs; join to sing the pleasing theme; Saints on earth and all in heaven, join to praise Immanuel's name. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Glory to the bleeding lamb! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Glory to the bleeding lamb! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Glory to the bleeding lamb! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Glory to the bleeding lamb!

When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God! All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood. See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Pass me not, O gentle Savior, Hear my humble cry; While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by. Refrain: Savior, Savior, Hear my humble cry; While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by. Let me at Thy throne of mercy Find a sweet relief, Kneeling there in deep contrition; Help my unbelief. Refrain Trusting only in Thy merit, Would I seek Thy face; Heal my wounded, broken spirit, Save me by Thy grace. Refrain Thou the Spring of all my comfort, More than life to me, Whom have I on earth beside Thee? Whom in Heav'n but Thee? Refrain

Come Thou Fount of every blessing tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise Teach me some melodious sonnet, sung by flaming tongues above. Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it, mount of God's unchanging love. Here I raise my Ebenezer; hither by Thy help I'm come; And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, wandering from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, interposed His precious blood. O to grace how great a debtor daily I'm constrained to be! Let that grace now like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to Thee. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love; Here's my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for Thy courts above.

In Christ alone my hope is found, He is my light, my strength, my song. This cornerstone, this solid ground; firm through the fiercest drought and storm. What heights of love, what depths of peace, when fears are stilled, when strivings cease My comforter, my all-in-all; here in the love of Christ I stand. In Christ alone, who took on flesh, fullness of God in helpless babe! This gift of love and righteousness, scorned by the ones He came to save. 'Til on that Cross, as Jesus died, the wrath of God was satisfied. For every sin on Him was laid; here in the death of Christ I live. There in the ground His body lay, light of the world by darkness slain. Then bursting forth in glorious day, up from the grave He rose again! And as He stands in victory, sin's curse has lost its grip on me; For I am His and He is mine, bought with the precious blood of Christ. No guilt in life, no fear in death; this is the power of Christ in me. From life's first cry to final breath, Jesus commands my destiny. No power of hell, no scheme of man can ever pluck me from His hand. 'Til He returns or calls me home, here in the power of Christ I'll stand! 'Til He returns or calls me home, here in the power of Christ I stand! Here in the power of Christ alone.

Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart; Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art; Thou my best thought, by day or by night, Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light Be Thou my wisdom, and Thou my true Word; I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord; Thou my great Father, and I Thy true son; Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one. Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise, Thou mine inheritance, now and always: Thou and Thou only, first in my heart, High King of heaven, my treasure Thou art. High King of heaven, my victory won, May I reach heaven's joys, O bright heaven's sun! Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, Still be my vision, O ruler of all. Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, Still be my vision, O ruler of all.