Come and stand before your maker

Full of wonder, full of fear;

Come behold his power and glory

Yet with confidence draw near,

For the one who holds the heavens

And commands the stars above

Is the God who bends to bless us

With an unrelenting love.

 Rejoice!

Come and lift your hands

and raise your voice;

He is worthy of all praise,

Rejoice!

Sing the mercies of your King

And with trembling, rejoice.

We are children of the promise,

The beloved of the Lord.

Won with everlasting kindness,

Bought with sacrificial blood.

Bringing reconciliation

To a world that longs to know

The affections of a father

Who will never let them go.

 Rejoice!

Come and lift your hands

and raise your voice;

He is worthy of all praise,

Rejoice!

Sing the mercies of your King

And with trembling, rejoice.

 All our sickness, all our sorrows

Jesus carried up the hill.

He has walked this path before us,

He is walking with us still;

Turning tragedy to triumph,

Turning agony to praise,

There is blessing in the battle

So take heart and stand amazed.

 Rejoice!

When you cry to Him,

He hears your voice.

He will wipe away your tears.

Rejoice!

In the midst of suffering,

He will help You sing:

 Rejoice!

Come and lift your hands

and raise your voice;

He is worthy of all praise,

Rejoice!

Sing the mercies of your King

And with trembling, rejoice.

Come and Stand Before Your Maker (Rejoice)
W and M — Dustin Kensrue & Stuart Townend

© 2013 Dead Bird Theology/It’s All About Jesus Music/Townend Songs/

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 Eternal God, unchanging

Mysterious and unknown

Your boundless love, unfailing

In grace and mercy shown

 Bright seraphim

in ceaseless flight

around Your glorious throne

They raise their voices

day and night

in praise to You alone

 Hallelujah,

Glory be to our great God

Hallelujah,

Glory be to our great God

 Lord, we are weak and frail

Helpless in the storm

Surround us with Your angels

Hold us in Your arms

 Our cold and ruthless enemy,

his pleasure is our harm

Rise up, O Lord, and he will flee

before our sovereign God

 Hallelujah,

Glory be to our great God

Hallelujah,

Glory be to our great God

 Let every creature in the sea

and every flying bird

Let every mountain, every field

and valley of the earth

 Let all the moons

and all the stars

in all the universe

Sing praises to the living God

who rules them by His word

 Hallelujah,

Glory be to our great God

Hallelujah,

Glory be to our great God

 Hallelujah,

Glory be to our great God

Hallelujah,

Glory be to our great God

Our Great God

W and M--Fernando Ortega and Mac Powell Arr.--John Martin

© 2002 New Spring Publishing, Inc

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How deep the Father’s love for us,

How vast beyond all measure;

That He should give His only Son

To make a wretch His treasure.

How great the pain of searing loss,

The Father turns His face away;

As wounds which mar 

The Chosen One

Bring many sons to glory.
 Behold the Man upon a cross,

My sin upon His shoulders;

Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice

Call out among the scoffers.

It was my sin that held Him there

Until it was accomplished;

His dying breath

Has brought me life—

I know that it is finished.
 I will not boast in anything,

No gifts, no power, no wisdom;

But I will boast in Jesus Christ,

His death and resurrection.

Why should I gain

From His reward?

I cannot give an answer.

But this I know with all my heart:

His wounds have paid my ransom. 




How Deep the Father’s Love for Us

#137 - Words and Music by STUART TOWNEND

© 1995 Thankyou Music (adm. worldwide by worshiptogether.com Songs

excluding the UK and Europe [adm. by Kingsway Music])

All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission. CCLI License#1501423
There is a fountain filled with blood

Drawn from Immanuel’s veins;

And sinners plunged

beneath that flood

Lose all their guilty stains.

Lose all their guilty stains,

Lose all their guilty stains;

And sinners plunged

beneath that flood

Lose all their guilty stains.

 Dear dying Lamb,

Thy precious blood

Shall never lose its power

Till all the ransomed

Church of God

Be saved to sin no more.

Be saved to sin no more,

Be saved to sin no more;

Till all the ransomed

Church of God

Be saved, to sin no more.

 When this poor lisping,

stammering tongue

Lies silent in the grave.

Then in a nobler, sweeter song,

I’ll sing Thy power to save,

I’ll sing Thy power to save,

I’ll sing Thy power to save,

Then in a nobler, sweeter song,

I’ll sing Thy power to save.

 I’ll sing Thy power to save,

I’ll sing Thy power to save,

Then in a nobler, sweeter song,

I’ll sing Thy power to save.

I’ll sing Thy power to save.

There Is a Fountain
W--William Cowper M--Traditional American Melody

Arr. Ryan Foglesong & Brian Steckler

© 2010 Resolved Music

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 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,

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. 


Be Thou My Vision

W and M--Eleanor Henrietta Hull & Mary Elizabeth Byrne
Arr. Ryan Foglesong & John Martin
© 2010 Resolved Music

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