Oh for a thousand tongues to sing

My great Redeemer’s praise

The glories of my God and King

The triumphs of His grace

Jesus! the name that charms our fears

That bids our sorrows cease

’Tis music in the sinner’s ears

’Tis life and health and peace

He breaks the power of canceled sin

He sets the prisoner free

His blood can make the foulest clean

His blood availed for me

Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,

Your loosened tongues employ;

Ye blind, behold your Savior Come;

And leap, ye lame, for joy.

 My gracious Master and my God

Assist me to proclaim

To spread through all the earth abroad

The honors of Thy name

O for a Thousand Tongues to Sing

M—Charles Wesley, Carl G. Glazer

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My faith has found a resting place,

Not in device or creed;

I trust the ever living One,

His wounds for me shall plead.

 I need no other argument,

I need no other plea,

It is enough that Jesus died,

And that He died for me.

Enough for me that Jesus saves,

This ends my fear and doubt;

A sinful soul I come to Him,

He’ll never cast me out.

 I need no other argument,

I need no other plea,

It is enough that Jesus died,

And that He died for me.

My heart is leaning on the Word,

The written Word of God,

Salvation by my Savior’s Name,

Salvation through His blood.

 I need no other argument,

I need no other plea,

It is enough that Jesus died,

And that He died for me.

 My great Physician heals the sick,

The lost He came to save;

For me His precious blood He shed,

For me His life He gave.
 I need no other argument,

I need no other plea,

It is enough that Jesus died,

And that He died for me.

528 My Faith Has Found a Resting Place

W--Lidie H. Edmunds M--Norwegian Fold melody; arranged by William J. Kirkpatrick

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 The sands of time are sinking,

The dawn of Heaven breaks;

The summer morn I’ve sighed for,

The fair, sweet morn awakes;

Dark, dark hath been the midnight,

But dayspring is at hand,

And glory, glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.
 The King there in His beauty,

Without a veil is seen;

It were a well spent journey,

Though sev’n deaths lay between;

The Lamb with His fair army

Doth on Mount Zion stand,

And glory, glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.
 O Christ, He is the fountain,

The deep, deep well of love;

The streams on earth I’ve tasted,

More deep I’ll drink above;

There to an ocean fullness

His mercy doth expand,

And glory, glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.
 With mercy and with judgment

My web of time He wove;

And always dews of sorrow

Were lustered with His love;

I’ll bless the hand that guided,

I’ll bless the heart that planned,

When throned where glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.
 Oh! I am my Beloved’s

And my Beloved’s mine!

He brings a poor, vile sinner

Into His “house of wine;”

I stand upon His merit,

I know no other stand,

Not e’en where glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.
 The bride eyes not her garments,

But her dear Bridegroom’s face;

I will not gaze at glory

But on my King of grace;

Not at the crown He giveth,

But on His pierced hand;

The Lamb is all the glory

Of Immanuel’s land.
The Sands of Time are Sinking

W — Anne Ross Cousin (1857), based on the letters of Samuel Rutherford, Public Domain;

M — Connie Dever, © 2014

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 Marvelous grace

of our loving Lord,


Grace that exceeds our sin 

and our guilt,

Yonder on Calvary’s

mount outpoured,

There where the blood 

of the Lamb was spilt.
 Chorus

Grace, grace, God’s grace,

Grace that will pardon 

and cleanse within!

Grace, grace, God’s grace,

Grace that is greater

than all our sin!

 Dark is the stain

that we cannot hide-


What can avail to wash it away?

Look! there is flowing

a crimson tide;

Whiter than snow

you may be today.

 Chorus

Grace, grace, God’s grace,

Grace that will pardon 

and cleanse within!

Grace, grace, God’s grace,

Grace that is greater

than all our sin!

Marvelous, infinite, matchless grace,

Freely bestowed

on all who believe!


All who are longing to see His face,

Will you this moment

His grace receive?

 Chorus

Grace, grace, God’s grace,

Grace that will pardon 

and cleanse within!

Grace, grace, God’s grace,

Grace that is greater

than all our sin! 


Grace Greater Than Our Sin


#34--W-Julia H. Johnston / M-Daniel B. Towner

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 Behold the Lamb

who bears our sins away,

Slain for us - and we remember

The promise made

that all who come in faith

Find forgiveness at the cross.

So we share in this bread of life,

And we drink of His sacrifice

As a sign of our bonds of peace

Around the table of the King.

The body of our Savior Jesus Christ,

Torn for you - eat and remember

The wounds that heal,

the death that brings us life

Paid the price to make us one.

So we share in this bread of life,

And we drink of His sacrifice

As a sign of our bonds of love

Around the table of the King.

 The blood that cleanses

every stain of sin,

Shed for you - drink and remember

He drained death's cup

that all may enter in

To receive the life of God.

So we share in this bread of life,

And we drink of His sacrifice

As a sign of our bonds of grace

Around the table of the King.

 And so with thankfulness

and faith we rise

To respond, - and to remember

Our call to follow in the steps of Christ

As His body here on earth.

As we share in His suffering

We proclaim Christ will come again!

And we’ll join in the feast of heaven

Around the table of the King

Behold the Lamb (Communion Hymn)

W and M--Keith & Kristyn Getty and Stuart Townend

© 2006 Thankyou Music

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