It is Well with My Soul When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll;

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!




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.







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?

And Can it Be

Amazing love! How can it bethat 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!



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.



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.



The image of God invisibleThe firstborn of all life

Before and within, He holds it all inOne name, one faith, one Christ

Awake My Soul

No one is good enoughTo save himself

Awake my soul tonightTo boast nothing else

I trust no other source or nameNowhere else can I hide

This grace gives me fear, and this grace draws me nearAnd all that it asks it provides



No seam in this garmentAll my rags to hide

No less than Your love for Jesus, is mine…

When I stand on the edges of JordanWith the saints and the angels beside

When my body is healed and the glory revealed

Then still I can boast only Christ



We boast nothing elseWe boast nothing elseWe boast nothing else

Beautiful Scandalous NightGo on up to the mountain of mercy

To the crimson perpetual tideKneel down on the shore, be thirsty no more

Go under and be purified

Follow Christ to the Holy MountainSinner, 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 treeOn 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 deliveredAt the foot of the cross justified

And your spirit restored, by the river that poursFrom our blessed Savior's side



On that beautiful scandalous night

Galatians 3:13-14Christ 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 mercyTo the crimson perpetual tideKneel down on the shore,

be thirsty no moreGo under and be purified



On that beautiful scandalous nightOn 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





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





You came to show the way

not around but through.

So through it, all we come to You.

Thy Mercy

Thy mercy, my GodIs 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.

Without Thy sweet mercy, I could not live here,

Sin soon would reduce me To utter despair;

But through Thy free goodness My spirits revive,

And He that first made me Still keeps me alive.

Thy mercy is more than a match For my heart,

Which wonders to feel Its own hardness depart;

Dissolved by Thy goodness, I fall to the ground,

And weep to the praise Of the mercy I’ve found.

Great Father of mercies! Thy goodness I own,

And the covenant love Of Thy crucified Son;

All praise to the Spirit, Whose whisper divine

Seals mercy, and pardon, And righteousness mine!

All praise to the Spirit, Whose whisper divine

Seals mercy, and pardon, And righteousness mine!

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