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His Name is Truth
03:46
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“Could we rise above these waves,
Then we would hear His voice,”
These words are often on you lips
You children of His choice
If You’d switch your ends and means
Then you’d begin to rise
If you would hear the promise first
You’d see your trouble flies
Chorus:
His name is Truth, He cannot lie
What peace His children find
His promises enclose each one
Before and behind
They are the key to every dungeon cell
Of worry, doubt, or care,
The way by which each hopeful Christian
Has outrun despair
By one promise pain is joy,
The sufferer’s reward
By another death is life
Life present with the Lord
The rod is comfort-though it stings
It makes my title clear
The coming judgment brings me hope
For my Savior will appear
If troubles rise to heights unknown
Then on a promise stand
For He’ll have to lift you up so high
You’ll see the Promised Land
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O for a glance of heavenly day
To take this stubborn stone away
And thaw with beams of love divine
This heart, this frozen heart of mine
The rocks can rend, the earth can quake
The seas can roar, the mountains shake
Of feeling all things show some sign
But this unfeeling heart of mine
Thy sorrows, too, unmoved I hear
Amazing thought! Which devils fear
Goodness and wrath in vain combine
To stir this stupid heart of mine
But something yet can do the deed
And that dear something much I need
Thy Spirit can from dross refine
And move and melt this heart of mine
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Lord, Show Me Thy Glory
03:27
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“Lord, show me Thy glory”
Is ever our prayer
O, where is the vision,
Dear Lord, show us where,
We would seek it and find it
For it is our aim
To know our God better
And tell out His name
Look not to creation,
To mountains or seas
Though they give us a glimpse
All their groanings decree
The most brilliant creation
Is that of a plan
For a way holy God
Could befriend sinful man
Look not down to hell
To its sorrow and pain
Justice far, far brighter
Has lit our terrain
All hell’s millions of souls
Cannot make God relent
For they could not endure
What the lamb underwent
If you lift your eyes
To that heavenly land
Listen to the angels
Their song will demand
That you lower your eyes
For the vision you seek
To the hill where the Mighty
Was slain for the weak
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How Much I Owe
03:31
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When this passing world is done,
When has sunk yon glaring sun,
When we stand with Christ in glory,
Looking o’er life’s finished story,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know—
Not till then—how much I owe.
When I stand before the throne,
Dressed in beauty not my own,
When I see Thee as Thou art,
Love Thee with unsinning heart,
Then Lord, shall I fully know—
Not till then—how much I owe.
When the praise of Heav’n I hear,
Loud as thunders to the ear,
Loud as many waters’ noise,
Sweet as harp’s melodious voice,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know—
Not till then—how much I owe.
I am an indebted son
I am the poorest one
No mite for payment to bring
Just meager love to show
The thanks I cannot show
Till heaven’s holy rest permits me
To forever sing
Chosen not for good in me,
Wakened up from wrath to flee,
Hidden in the Savior’s side,
By the Spirit sanctified,
Teach me, Lord, on earth to show,
By my love, how much I owe.
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Press Thou On
02:43
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Onward Christian, though the region
Where thou art be drear and lone
God has set a guardian legion
Very near thee, press thou on
Listen, Christian, their hosannah
Rolleth o’er thee: “God is Love”
Write upon thy red cross banner,
“Upward ever, heaven’s above”
By the thorn road, and none other
Is the mount of vision won
Tread it without shrinking, brother
Jesus trod it, press thou on
Be this world the wiser, stronger
By thy life of pain and peace
While it needs thee, O, no longer
Pray thou for thy quick release
Pray, thou Christian, daily, rather
That thou be a faithful son
By the prayer of Jesus: “Father,
Not My will but Thine be done”
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My God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and Thee
Amid a thousand thoughts I roam
Forgetful of my highest love
Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heavenly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Savior Go?
Call me away from flesh and sense
One sovereign word would draw me thence
I would obey the voice divine
And all inferior joys resign
Be earth with all its scenes withdrawn
Let noise and vanity be gone
In secret silence of the mind
My heaven, and there, my God I find
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Gently, gently lay thy rod
On my sinful head, O God
Stay Thy wrath in mercy, stay
Lest I sink before its sway
Heal me, for my flesh is weak
Heal me, for thy grace I seek
This, my only plea I make
Heal me for Thy mercy’s sake
Who within the silent grave
Shall proclaim Thy power to save?
Lord, my sinking soul reprieve
Speak and I shall rise and live
Lo, He comes, He hears my plea
Lo, He comes, the shadows flee
Glory round me dawns once more
Rise, my spirit, and adore
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In Heaven
04:25
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There is an hour of peaceful rest
To mourning wanderers given
There is a joy for souls distressed
A balm for every wounded breast
‘Tis found above – in heaven
There is a home for weary souls
By sin and sorrow driven
When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoals
When storms arise and oceans roar
And all is drear
There faith lifts up her cheerful eye
To brighter prospects given
And views the tempest passing by
The evening shadows quickly fly
And all is serene in heaven
There fragrant flowers immortal bloom
And joys supreme are given
There rays divine disperse the gloom
Beyond the confines of the tomb
Appears the dawn of heaven
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What wondrous love is this
O my soul, O my soul
What wondrous love is this, O my soul
What wondrous love is this
That caused the Lord of bliss
To bear the dreadful curse
For my soul, for my soul
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul
When I was sinking down
Sinking down, sinking down
When I was sinking down, sinking down
When I was sinking down
Beneath God's righteous frown
Christ laid aside His crown
For my soul, for my soul
Christ laid aside His crown for my soul
To God and to the Lamb
I will sing, I will sing
To God and to the Lamb I will sing
To God and to the Lamb
Who is the Great I Am
While millions join the theme
I will sing, I will sing
While millions join the theme
I will sing
And when from death I'm free
I'll sing on, I'll sing on
And when from death I'm free I'll sing on
And when from death I'm free
I'll sing and joyful be
And through eternity
I'll sing on, I'll sing on
And through eternity I'll sing on
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O sacred Head, now wounded,
with grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
with thorns, Thine only crown;
How pale Thou art with anguish,
with sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish
that once was bright as morn!
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,
assist me with Thy grace.
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 to Thee.
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I Love the Lord
03:44
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I Love the Lord, He heard my cries
And pitied every groan
Long as I live, when troubles rise
I’ll hasten to His throne
I love the Lord, he bowed His ear
And chased my griefs away
O let my heart no more despair
While I have breath to pray
The Lord beheld me sore distressed
He bade my pains remove
Return, my soul, to God thy rest
For thou hast known His love
My God hath saved my soul from death
And dried my falling tears
Now to His praise I’ll spend my breath
And my remaining years
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How Firm a Foundation
02:24
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How firm a foundation,
Ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith
In His excellent word
What more can He say
Than to You He hath said,
To You, whom for refuge,
To Jesus have fled?
Fear not, I am with thee,
O be not dismayed
For I am thy God
And will still give thee aid
I’ll strengthen thee, help thee,
And cause thee to stand
Upheld by my righteous,
Omnipotent hand.
When through fiery trials
Thy pathway shall lie
My grace, all-sufficient,
Shall be thy supply
The flame shall not hurt thee,
I only design
Thy dross to consume
And thy gold to refine
When through the deep waters
I call thee to go
The rivers of woe
Shall not thee overflow
For I will be with thee,
Thy trouble to bless
And sanctify to thee
Thy deepest distress
The soul that on Jesus
Hath leaned for repose
I will not, I will not
Desert to its foes
That soul, though all hell
Should endeavor to shake
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake.
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Christ Leads Me Through
02:23
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Christ leads me through no darker rooms
Than He went through before
He that into God’s kingdom comes
Must enter by this door
Come, Lord, when grace has made me fit
Thy blessed face to see
For if Thy word on earth is sweet
What must Thy glory be?
Then I shall end my sad complaints
And weary, sinful days
And join with those triumphant saints
That sing Jehovah’s praise
My knowledge of that life is small
The eye of faith is dim
But ‘tis enough that Christ knows all
And I shall be with Him
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Darby Hughes Woodstock, Georgia
Darby is a worship leader at Faith Community Church & songwriter based out of Woodstock, GA.
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