Words and Music by Lincoln Brewster
Love the Lord your God with all you heart with all your soul
With all your mind, and with all your strength
Love the Lord your God with all you heart with all your soul
With all your mind, and with all your strength
With all your heart, with all your soul
With all your mind, with all your strength
Love the Lord your God with all you heart with all your soul
With all your mind, and with all your strength
I will serve the Lord with all my heart, with all my soul
With all my mind, and with all my strength
I will serve the Lord with all my heart, with all my soul
With all my mind, and with all my strength
With all my mind, with all my soul
With all my heart, with all my strength
I will serve the Lord with all my heart, with all my soul
With all my mind, and with all my strength
Today's Songs:
Love the Lord
Holy Is the Lord
Behold Our God
Hear Our Praises
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Psalm 63 - September 18, 2011
A Psalm of David
O God, You are my God; I shall seek You earnestly;
My soul thirsts for You, my flesh yearns for You,
In a dry and weary land where there is no water.
Thus I have seen You in the sanctuary
To see Your power and glory.
Because Your lovingkindness is better than life,
My lips will praise You.
So I will bless You as long as I live
I will lift up my hands in Your name.
My soul is satisfied as with marrow and fatness,
And my mouth offers praises with joyful lips.
When I remember You on my bed,
I meditate on You in the night watches,
For You have been my help
And in the shadow of Your wings I sing for joy.
My soul clings to You; Your right hand upholds me.
But those who seek my life to destroy it,
Will go into the depths of the earth.
They will be delivered over to the power of the sword;
They will be a prey for foxes. But the king will rejoice in God;
Everyone who swears by Him will glory,
For the mouths of those who speak lies will be stopped.
Today's Songs:
God Is Alive
Better Is One Day
Ancient Words
Speak, O Lord
All I Have Is Christ
O God, You are my God; I shall seek You earnestly;
My soul thirsts for You, my flesh yearns for You,
In a dry and weary land where there is no water.
Thus I have seen You in the sanctuary
To see Your power and glory.
Because Your lovingkindness is better than life,
My lips will praise You.
So I will bless You as long as I live
I will lift up my hands in Your name.
My soul is satisfied as with marrow and fatness,
And my mouth offers praises with joyful lips.
When I remember You on my bed,
I meditate on You in the night watches,
For You have been my help
And in the shadow of Your wings I sing for joy.
My soul clings to You; Your right hand upholds me.
But those who seek my life to destroy it,
Will go into the depths of the earth.
They will be delivered over to the power of the sword;
They will be a prey for foxes. But the king will rejoice in God;
Everyone who swears by Him will glory,
For the mouths of those who speak lies will be stopped.
Today's Songs:
God Is Alive
Better Is One Day
Ancient Words
Speak, O Lord
All I Have Is Christ
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Behold Our God - September 11, 2011
Words and Music by Jonathan Baird, Meghan Baird, Ryan Baird, and Stephen Altrogge
Who has held the oceans in His hands?
Who has numbered every grain of sand?
Kings and nations tremble at His voice.
All creation rises to rejoice.
Behold our God, seated on His throne.
Come, let us adore Him.
Behold our King, nothing can compare,
Come, let us adore Him.
Who has given counsel to the Lord?
Who can question any of His words?
Who can teach the One who knows all things?
Who can fathom all His wondrous deeds?
Who has felt the nails upon His hand,
Bearing all the guilt of sinful man?
God eternal, humbled to the grave,
Jesus, Savior, risen now to reign!
Who has held the oceans in His hands?
Who has numbered every grain of sand?
Kings and nations tremble at His voice.
All creation rises to rejoice.
Behold our God, seated on His throne.
Come, let us adore Him.
Behold our King, nothing can compare,
Come, let us adore Him.
Who has given counsel to the Lord?
Who can question any of His words?
Who can teach the One who knows all things?
Who can fathom all His wondrous deeds?
Who has felt the nails upon His hand,
Bearing all the guilt of sinful man?
God eternal, humbled to the grave,
Jesus, Savior, risen now to reign!
Thursday, September 1, 2011
The Basin and the Towel - September 4, 2011
Words and Music by Michael Card
In an upstairs room, a parable is just about to come alive
And while they bicker about who’s best
With a painful glance, He’ll silently rise
Their Savior Servant must show them how
Through the will of the water and the tenderness of the towel
And the call is to community
The impoverished power that sets the soul free
In humility, to take the vow, that day after day
We must take up the basin and the towel
In any ordinary place, on any ordinary day
The parable can live again—when one will kneel and one will yield
Our Savior Servant must show us how
Through the will of the water and the tenderness of the towel
And the space between ourselves
Sometimes is more than the distance between the stars
By the fragile bridge of the Servant’s bow
We take up the basin and the towel
In an upstairs room, a parable is just about to come alive
And while they bicker about who’s best
With a painful glance, He’ll silently rise
Their Savior Servant must show them how
Through the will of the water and the tenderness of the towel
And the call is to community
The impoverished power that sets the soul free
In humility, to take the vow, that day after day
We must take up the basin and the towel
In any ordinary place, on any ordinary day
The parable can live again—when one will kneel and one will yield
Our Savior Servant must show us how
Through the will of the water and the tenderness of the towel
And the space between ourselves
Sometimes is more than the distance between the stars
By the fragile bridge of the Servant’s bow
We take up the basin and the towel
Monday, August 22, 2011
Thine Is the Glory - August 28, 2011
Words and Music by Edmund L. Budry and George Frederick Handel
Thine is the glory, risen, conqu’ring Son;
Endless is the vict’ry Thou o’er death hast won.
Angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away,
Kept the folded grave-clothes where Thy body lay.
Thine is the glory, risen, conqu’ring Son;
Endless is the vict’ry thou o’er death hast won.
Lo! Jesus meets us, risen from the tomb;
Lovingly He greets us, scatters fear and gloom;
Let His church with gladness hymns of triumph sing,
For her Lord now liveth; death hath lost its sting.
No more we doubt Thee, glorious Prince of Life!
Life is naught without Thee; aid us in our strife;
Make us more than conqu’rors through Thy deathless love;
Bring us safe through Jordan with Thy power and love.
Thine is the glory, risen, conqu’ring Son;
Endless is the vict’ry Thou o’er death hast won.
Angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away,
Kept the folded grave-clothes where Thy body lay.
Thine is the glory, risen, conqu’ring Son;
Endless is the vict’ry thou o’er death hast won.
Lo! Jesus meets us, risen from the tomb;
Lovingly He greets us, scatters fear and gloom;
Let His church with gladness hymns of triumph sing,
For her Lord now liveth; death hath lost its sting.
No more we doubt Thee, glorious Prince of Life!
Life is naught without Thee; aid us in our strife;
Make us more than conqu’rors through Thy deathless love;
Bring us safe through Jordan with Thy power and love.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
All I Have Is Christ - August 21, 2011
Words and Music by Jordan Kauflin
I once was lost in darkest night, yet thought I knew the way
The sin that promised joy and life had led me to the grave
I had no hope that You would own a rebel to Your will
And if You had not loved me first, I would refuse You still
But as I ran my hell-bound race, indifferent to the cost
You looked upon my helpless state and led me to the cross
And I beheld God’s love displayed: You suffered in my place
You bore the wrath reserved for me; now all I know is grace
Hallelujah! All I have is Christ
Hallelujah! Jesus is my life
Now, Lord, I would be Yours alone and live so all might see
The strength to follow Your commands could never come from me
Oh, Father, use my ransomed life in any way You choose
And let my song forever be: my only boast is You
I once was lost in darkest night, yet thought I knew the way
The sin that promised joy and life had led me to the grave
I had no hope that You would own a rebel to Your will
And if You had not loved me first, I would refuse You still
But as I ran my hell-bound race, indifferent to the cost
You looked upon my helpless state and led me to the cross
And I beheld God’s love displayed: You suffered in my place
You bore the wrath reserved for me; now all I know is grace
Hallelujah! All I have is Christ
Hallelujah! Jesus is my life
Now, Lord, I would be Yours alone and live so all might see
The strength to follow Your commands could never come from me
Oh, Father, use my ransomed life in any way You choose
And let my song forever be: my only boast is You
Monday, July 25, 2011
Spirit of God, Descend upon My Heart - July 31, 2011
Words and Music By George Croly and Frederick C. Atkinson
Spirit of God, descend upon my heart;
Wean it from earth, through all its pulses move.
Stoop to my weakness, mighty as Thou art,
And make me love Thee as I ought to love.
Hast Thou not bid us love Thee, God and King?
All, all Thine own—soul, heart and strength and mind.
I see Thy cross—there teach my heart to cling;
O let me seek Thee, and O let me find.
Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh;
Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear—
To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh;
Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer.
Teach me to love Thee as Thine angels love,
One holy passion filling all my frame:
The baptism of the heav’n-descended Dove—
My heart an altar and Thy love the flame.
Spirit of God, descend upon my heart;
Wean it from earth, through all its pulses move.
Stoop to my weakness, mighty as Thou art,
And make me love Thee as I ought to love.
Hast Thou not bid us love Thee, God and King?
All, all Thine own—soul, heart and strength and mind.
I see Thy cross—there teach my heart to cling;
O let me seek Thee, and O let me find.
Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh;
Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear—
To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh;
Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer.
Teach me to love Thee as Thine angels love,
One holy passion filling all my frame:
The baptism of the heav’n-descended Dove—
My heart an altar and Thy love the flame.
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