O My Soul Arise (Version 3)

 

Arise, my soul, arise
Shake off your guilty fears
The bleeding sacrifice
On my behalf appears
Before the throne my surety stands
Before the throne my surety stands
My name is written on His hands

He ever lives above
For me to intercede
His all redeeming love
His precious blood to plead
His blood atoned for every race
His blood atoned for every race
And sprinkles now the throne of grace

O my soul, arise
Behold the risen Christ
Your Great High Priest
Your spotless sacrifice
O my soul, arise
God owns you as His child
Shake off your guilty fears
My soul, arise

Five bleeding wounds He bears
Received on Calvary
They pour effectual prayers
They strongly plead for me:
“Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry
“Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry
“Don’t let that ransomed sinner die!”

My God is reconciled
His pard’ning voice I hear
He owns me as His child
I can no longer fear
With confidence I now draw nigh
With confidence I now draw nigh
And “Father, Abba, Father,” cry

-Verses by Charles Wesley (1742). Music and add. words by Eric McAllister. © 2012 Sovereign Grace Worship (ASCAP).

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Arise, My Soul, Arise (Version 2)

Arise, my soul, arise,
Shake off your guilty fears:
The bleeding Sacrifice
In my behalf appears:
Before the throne my Surety stands,
Before the throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on his hands.

He ever lives above,
For me to intercede,
His all-redeeming love,
His precious blood to plead;
His blood atoned for ev’ry race,
His blood atoned for ev’ry race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

Five bleeding wounds he bears,
Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly plead for me.
“Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry,
“Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry,
“Nor let that ransomed sinner die!”

My God is reconciled;
His pard’ning voice I hear;
He owns me for his child,
I can no longer fear;
With confidence I now draw nigh,
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And “Father, Abba, Father!” cry.

-Charles Wesley, 1707-1788.

Arise, My Soul, Arise (version 1)

Arise, my soul, arise,
Shake off your guilty fears:
The bleeding Sacrifice
In my behalf appears:
Before the throne my Surety stands,
Before the throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on his hands.

He ever lives above,
For me to intercede,
His all-redeeming love,
His precious blood to plead;
His blood atoned for ev’ry race,
His blood atoned for ev’ry race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

Five bleeding wounds he bears,
Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly plead for me.
“Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry,
“Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry,
“Nor let that ransomed sinner die!”

My God is reconciled;
His pard’ning voice I hear;
He owns me for his child,
I can no longer fear;
With confidence I now draw nigh,
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And “Father, Abba, Father!” cry.

-Charles Wesley, 1707-1788.

A Mighty Fortress

A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing
Our Helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing
For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe
His craft and pow’r are great, and, armed with cruel hate
On earth is not his equal

Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing
Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing
Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He
The Lord of hosts His name, from age to age the same
And He must win the battle

And though this world with devils filled should threaten to undo us
We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us
The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him
His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure
One little word shall fell him

That word above all earthly pow’rs, no thanks to them, abideth
The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him who with us sideth
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also
The body they may kill; God’s truth abideth still
His kingdom is forever

-Martin Luther, circa 1528.

Mighty Fortress

A mighty fortress is our God
A shield that never fails
Amid the flood of mortal ills
His power will prevail
Our ancient foe is cruel and armed with hate
Yet with one word he’ll bow to Jesus’ reign

Hope in God, O my soul
He is strong and He is strong to save
Hope in God
He’s a rock and your hiding place
He’s a mighty fortress

We dare not trust in our own hand
Or all would be in vain
Our confidence is in the One
Who holds the worlds in place
He fights for us, the sovereign Lord of hosts
From age to age the triumph’s His alone

-Inspired by “A Mighty Fortress Is Our God” by Martin Luther (circa 1528). Music and words by Steve & Vikki Cook. © 2012 Sovereign Grace Worship (ASCAP)

Alas, and Did My Savior Bleed

Alas, and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
Was it for sins that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity, grace unknown
And love beyond degree

My God, why would You shed Your blood
So pure and undefiled
To make a sinful one like me
Your chosen, precious child?

Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut His glories in
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died
For man, the creature’s, sin
Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness
And melt my eyes to tears
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Original words by Isaac Watts, additional words and music by Bob Kauflin,
From Love Beyond Degree, released May 1, 1997, ©1997 Sovereign Grace Praise (BMI)

You Are the One

You’re the One who flung the stars
Across the heavens and You are
The One Who spoke
And mountains rose
Above the foaming seas
You’re the One who sends the rain
And golden sun to drench the plains
And gracious God
You always pour
Such favor out on me

You are the One
Who does awesome things
You are the One
Who works wonders
You are the One
Who does awesome things
You are the One who
Works wonders
And You are, You are, the One I love

You’re the One whose bleeding head
Was crowned with thorns and in my stead
You took God’s wrath
And died my death
That I might live Your life
And as I fix my gaze on You
I’m captivated by the view
Becoming ever
Like the One
Whose glory fills my eyes

-Mark Altrogge, 1996.

 

 

 

Jesus, Thank You

The mystr’y of the cross I cannot comprehend
The agonies of Calvary
You the perfect, holy One crushed Your Son
Who drank the bitter cup reserved for me

Your blood has washed away my sin
Jesus, thank You
The Father’s wrath completely satisfied
Jesus, thank You
Once your enemy now seated at Your table
Jesus, thank You

By Your perfect sacrifice I’ve been brought near
Your enemy you’ve made your friend
Pouring out the riches of Your glorious grace
Your mercy and your kindness know no end

Lover of my soul, I want to live for You

– Pat Sczebel, 2003.

My Song is Love Unknown (Version 2)

My song is love unknown, my Savior’s love to me
Love to the loveless shown, that they might lovely be
Oh who am I that for my sake
My Lord should take frail flesh and die?

He came from His blest throne salvation to bestow
But men made strange, and none the longed for Christ would know
But oh my Friend, my Friend indeed
Who at my need His life did spend

Sometimes they strew His way, and His sweet praises sing
Resounding all the day, hosannas to their King
Then “Crucify!” is all their breath
And for His death they thirst and cry

Why, what hath my Lord done? What makes this rage and spite?
He made the lame to run, He gave the blind their sight
Sweet injuries! Yet they at these
Themselves displease, and ’gainst Him rise

They rise and needs will have my dear Lord made away
A murderer they save; the Prince of Life they slay
Yet cheerful He to suffering goes
That He His foes from thence might free

In life no house, no home, my Lord on earth might have
In death no friendly tomb but what a stranger gave
What may I say? Heav’n was His home
But mine the tomb wherein He lay

Here might I stay and sing; no story so divine
Never was love, dear King! never was grief like Thine
This is my Friend, in whose sweet praise
I all my days could gladly spend

-Samuel Crossman, written in 1664, (Bob Kauflin on piano)

 

My Song is Love Unknown

My song is love unknown,
My Savior’s love to me;
Love to the loveless shown,
That they might lovely be.
O who am I,
That for my sake
My Lord should take
Frail flesh and die?

He came from His blest throne
Salvation to bestow;
But men made strange, and none
The longed-for Christ would know:
But O! my Friend,
My Friend indeed,
Who at my need
His life did spend.

Sometimes they strew His way,
And His sweet praises sing;
Resounding all the day
Hosannas to their King:
Then “Crucify!”
is all their breath,
And for His death
they thirst and cry.

Why, what hath my Lord done?
What makes this rage and spite?
He made the lame to run,
He gave the blind their sight,
Sweet injuries!
Yet they at these
Themselves displease,
and ’gainst Him rise.

They rise and needs will have
My dear Lord made away;
A murderer they save,
The Prince of life they slay,
Yet cheerful He
to suffering goes,
That He His foes
from thence might free.

In life no house, no home,
My Lord on earth might have;
In death no friendly tomb,
But what a stranger gave.
What may I say?
Heav’n was his home;
But mine the tomb
Wherein he lay.

Here might I stay and sing,
No story so divine;
Never was love, dear King!
Never was grief like Thine.
This is my Friend,
in Whose sweet praise
I all my days
could gladly spend.

– Samuel Crossman, written in 1664