Lord Remember Me

Who can ascend the hill of the Lord?
The one who utters no untrue word
Whose hands are clean, whose heart is pure.
Who can ascend that hill?

There is none righteous, no not one.
We are prodigal daughters and wayward sons
We don’t know the half of the hurt we’ve done,
The countless we have killed.

Our priests are cheats, our prophets are liars.
We know what law requires
But we pile our sins up higher and higher.
Who can ascend that hill?

And I am a sheep who has gone astray.
I have turned aside to my own way.
Have mercy on me, Son of David

Lord, remember me
When you come
Into your kingdom.

Now hear the voice of the Word made man,
The spotless sacrificial lamb:
“A body you gave me, here I am,
I have come to do your will.”

“And no one takes my life, you see,
I lay it down now, willingly,
And I will draw all men to me
When I ascend that hill.”

On Sunday you came as a king,
On Monday washed the temple clean,
On Tuesday told of what will be,
On Wednesday waited patiently.

On Thursday you said “It is time.
I’ll drink this cup for it is mine.”
On Friday, Lord, you poured the wine.

Like a thief on the cross as he hung there dying
For crimes there weren’t no use denying
While the righteous judge hung right beside him,

How could I not recognize you?
How could I not recognize you?
How could I not recognize
My Lord?

My Lord, remember me
When you come
Into your kingdom.

Just days ago the sky was stone,
The trees were standing stripped to the bone–
you could hear creation groan.

But I write these words on an April day
and the earth is drinking the early rain.
The hills remember green again.

And we’ve heard this story all our lives,
Still we feel the pain of the crucified,
And the end still comes as a surprise.

But before the breath inside the tomb,
Before our joy sprang from the womb,
You saw a day that’s coming soon,

When the Son will stand on the mount again
With an army of angels at his command
And the earth will split like the hull of a seed
Wherever Jesus plants his feet.

And up from the earth the dead will rise
Like spring trees robed in petals of white
All singing the song of the radiant bride.

And we will always be with the Lord.

Lord, remember me
When you come
Into your kingdom.

-Ben Shive, http://www.benshive.com/good-friday-songs/

These Great Things

How can it be, this truth divine,
Declared by God above
That all things by His grand design
Work good for us by love

Called by our lord in purposed ends
No tragedy shall win
No curse for those He calls His friends
He saved us from our sins

What shall we say to these great things?
Of mystery sublime
That if He is for us we can sing
Now and for all time

Foreknown by Him with
Hearts made new
To His Son we conform
No pow’r on earth can this undo
For those He’s made reborn

First He did choose, and called He then
To surely justify
For those of the faith beyond our ken
He soon will glorify

-Words: R.C. Sproul, Music: Jeff Lippencott.

http://www.ligonier.org/blog/for-church-singing-these-great-things/

 

My Ransom

What fear can overtake my vision?
What doubt can overcome my faith?
What strife can silence all my singing?
Lord, Your wounds have paid my ransom.

What thief can steal my heart’s possession?
What pow’r can overwhelm my soul?
What shame can silence my confession?
Lord, Your wounds have paid my ransom.

And what unspeakable mercy has emptied heaven’s reserve?
And what Redeemer so worthy has covered sin with such love?
And what unsearchable riches, far beyond human words?
Lord, Your wounds have paid my ransom.

What lie can sever what is certain?
What storm can wash away my hope?
What threat of death can take my freedom?
Lord, Your wounds have paid my ransom.

And what unspeakable mercy has emptied heaven’s reserve?
And what Redeemer so worthy has covered sin with such love?
And what unsearchable riches, far beyond human words?
Lord, Your wounds have paid my ransom.

Jesus paid it all, all to Him I owe.

Lord, Your wounds have paid my ransom.
Lord, Your wounds have paid my ransom.
Lord, Your wounds have paid my ransom.

-Phil Madeira and Cindy Morgan, (c)2009 Oliviannah Music (ASCAP)/All Essential Music (ASCAP) (Both admin by Essential Msuci Publishign, LLC).

He Will Hold Me Fast

When I fear my faith will fail
Christ will hold me fast
When the tempter would prevail
He will hold me fast
I could never keep my hold
Through life’s fearful path
For my love is often cold
He must hold me fast

He will hold me fast
He will hold me fast
For my Savior loves me so
He will hold me fast

Those He saves are His delight
Christ will hold me fast
Precious in His holy sight
He will hold me fast
He’ll not let my soul be lost
His promises shall last
Bought by Him at such a cost
He will hold me fast

For my life He bled and died
Christ will hold me fast
Justice has been satisfied
He will hold me fast
Raised with Him to endless life
He will hold me fast
Till our faith is turned to sight
When he comes at last

He Will Hold Me Fast, Original words vv 1-2 by Ada Habershon, New words by Matt Merker. (c)2013 Getty Music Publising (BMI) / Matt Merker Music (BMI) (Admin by musicservices.org),

Christ Hymn

 

Lift up the name of the One who has always been
Through Him creation was made and each voice within
God in His fullness has lived here among us
Jesus has brought us to Him

In Him creation remains; He sustains it for praise
He is above all that is; He’s victorious always
So come now before Him; bow down and adore Him
For Jesus is worthy of praise
Amen! Amen! Amen! Amen!

Here is the Visible Appearance of the Invisible God
Here is the Maker of Salvation; we are delivered through His blood
Here is the Firstborn of Resurrection over all who will rise again
Here is our Reconciliation, bringing the Peace that can never end

All things are offered up to Him; all nature proclaims
By Him and for Him and through Him we live and are saved
Come sing the praise of the One who has changed us
Worthy the Lamb that was slain

He is the Visible Appearance of the Invisible God
He is the Maker of Salvation; we are delivered through His blood
He is the Firstborn of Resurrection over all who will rise again
He is our Reconciliation, bringing the Peace that can never end
Amen! Amen! Amen! Amen!
Amen! Amen! Amen! Amen!

Shout with the Angels, “All glory to God who saves!”
He is above all that is; He’s victorious always
From only a manger His power remakes us
Imagine the throne of His reign
The Suffering Servant is mighty to save;
How much more is the Ancient of Days!

Rejoice! Rejoice!
Emmanuel will come for us, oh Israel
He’ll come for us, oh Israel

Christ Hymn, ©2016 Eric Scholtens: