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His Mercy is More

Matt Papa
[Key: Db]

Verse 1
What love could remember no wrongs we have done?
Omniscient, all knowing, He counts not their sum.
Thrown into a sea without bottom or shore,
Our sins they are many, His mercy is more!

Verse 2
What patience would wait as we constantly roam?
What Father, so tender, is calling us home?
He welcomes the weakest, the vilest, the poor,
Our sins they are many, His mercy is more!

Chorus
Praise the Lord! His mercy is more!
Stronger than darkness, new every morn,
Our sins they are many, His mercy is more!

Verse 3
What riches of kindness Christ lavished on us,
His blood was the payment, His life was the cost!
We stood ‘neath a debt we could never afford,
Our sins they are many, His mercy is more!

Chorus
Praise the Lord! His mercy is more!
Stronger than darkness, new every morn,
Our sins they are many, His mercy is more!

Chorus
Praise the Lord! His mercy is more!
Stronger than darkness, new every morn,
Our sins they are many, His mercy is more!

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Hail Sovereign Love

Jehoida Brewer, 1776
Music by Mark Webb
[Key: Eb Minor]

Verse 1
Hail Sovereign love which first began,
This scheme to rescue fallen man;
Hail Sovereign free eternal grace,
That gave my soul a hiding place.
Against the God who rules the sky,
I fought with hand uplifted high,
Despised the mention of His grace,
Too proud to seek a hiding place!

Verse 2
Enwrapped in thick Egyptian night,
And fond of darkness more than light,
Madly I ran the sinful race,
Secure without a hiding place.
But thus th’ eternal Counsel ran,
“Almighty Love, arrest that man!”
I felt the arrows of distress,
And found I had no hiding place!

Verse 3
Indignant justice stood in view,
To Sinai’s fiery mount I flew,
But Justice cried with frowning face,
“This mountain is no hiding place!”
‘Ere long a heavenly voice I heard,
And Mercy’s angel soon appeared.
He led me on with gentle pace,
To Jesus Christ, my hiding place.

Verse 4
Should storms of sevenfold vengeance roll,
And shake this earth from pole to pole;
No flaming bolt could daunt my face,
For Jesus is my hiding place.
On Him almighty vengeance fell,
That must have sunk a world to hell;
He bore it for a chosen race,
And thus became their hiding place.

Verse 5
A few more rolling suns at most,
Shall land me safe on Canaan’s coast
There I shall sing the song of grace,
To Jesus Christ, my hiding place!
Exalt the Lord, His praise proclaim,
Let ev’ry saint now raise His name
Forever more we’ll see His face,
The Face of Christ our Hiding Place

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God Moves in a Mysterious Way

William Cowper, 1774
[Key: F]

Verse 1
God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.

Verse 2
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will.

Verse 3
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Verse 4
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

Verse 5
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Verse 6
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

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Complete in Thee

Aaron Robarts Wolfe (1821-1902)
[Key: C]

Verse 1

Complete in Thee! No work of mine
May take, dear Lord, the place of Thine;
Thy blood hath pardon bought for me,
And I am now complete in Thee!

Chorus

Yea, justified! O blessed thought!
And sanctified! Salvation wrought!
Thy blood hath pardon bought for me,
And glorified, I too, shall be!

Verse 2

Complete in Thee! No more shall sin,
Thy grace hath conquered, reign within;
Thy voice shall bid the tempter flee,
And I shall stand complete in Thee!

Chorus

Yea, justified! O blessed thought!
And sanctified! Salvation wrought!
Thy blood hath pardon bought for me,
And glorified, I too, shall be!

Verse 3

Complete in Thee! Each want supplied,
And no good thing to me denied;
Since Thou my portion, Lord, wilt be,
I ask no more, complete in Thee!

Chorus

Yea, justified! O blessed thought!
And sanctified! Salvation wrought!
Thy blood hath pardon bought for me,
And glorified, I too, shall be!

Verse 4

Dear Savior, when before Thy bar
All tribes and tongues assembled are,
Among Thy chosen will I be,
At Thy right hand, complete in Thee!

Chorus

Yea, justified! O blessed thought!
And sanctified! Salvation wrought!
Thy blood hath pardon bought for me,
And glorified, I too, shall be!

Yea, justified! O blessed thought!
And sanctified! Salvation wrought!
Thy blood hath pardon bought for me,
And glorified, I too, shall be!

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Come Behold the Wondrous Mystery

Matt Papa
[Key: B]

Verse 1
Come behold the wondrous mystery
In the dawning of the King,
He, the theme of heaven’s praises,
Robed in frail humanity.
In our longing, in our darkness,
Now the Light of Life has come;
Look to Christ, Who condescended,
Took on flesh to ransom us!

Verse 2
Come behold the wondrous mystery:
He the perfect Son of Man,
In His living, in His suffering,
Never trace nor stain of sin
See the true and better Adam
Come to save the hell-bound man,
Christ, the great and sure fulfillment
Of the law, in Him we stand.

Verse 3
Come behold the wondrous mystery:
Christ the Lord upon the tree;
In the stead of ruined sinners
Hangs the Lamb in victory!
See the price of our redemption;
See the Father’s plan unfold,
Bringing many sons to glory,
Grace unmeasured, love untold!

Verse 4
Come behold the wondrous mystery:
Slain by death, the God of life;
But no grave could e’er restrain Him,
Praise the Lord, He is alive!
What a foretaste of deliverance;
How unwavering our hope:
Christ in power resurrected,
As we will be when He comes.

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Battle Hymn of the Church

Julia Ward Howe, 1861
[Key: F#]

Verse 1
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the Lord,
He is trampling out the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning
Of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on!

Chorus
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on!

Verse 2
“I have breath’d the fiery Gospel…
I in My Son’s blood did seal”;
“As I deal with My Annointed,
So with you My grace shall deal”;
Let our Hero, born of woman,
Crush the serpent with His heel,
Since God is marching on!

Chorus
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on!

Verse 3
He has sounded forth the trumpet
That shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men
Before His judgment seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him!
Be jubilant, my feet;
Our God is marching on!

Chorus
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on!

Verse 4
In the beauty of the lilies
Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom
That transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy,
Let us live to make men free;
While God is marching on!

Chorus
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on!

Verse 5
He is coming like the glory
Of the morning on the wave,
He is Wisdom to the mighty,
He is Honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool,
And the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on!

Chorus
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on!

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Conquering Now and Still to Conquer

Fanny J. Crosby, 1890
[Key: F]

Verse 1
Conquering now and still to conquer,
Rideth a King in His might;
Leading the host of all the faithful
Into the midst of the fight;
See them with courage advancing,
Clad in their brilliant array,
Shouting the Name of their Leader,
Hear them exultingly say:

Chorus
Not to the strong is the battle,
Not to the swift is the race,
Yet to the true and the faithful
Vict’ry is promised through grace.

Verse 2
Conquering now and still to conquer,
Who is this wonderful King?
Whence are the armies which He leadeth,
While of His glory they sing?
He is our Lord and Redeemer,
Savior and Monarch divine;
They are the stars that forever
Bright in His kingdom shall shine.

Chorus
Not to the strong is the battle,
Not to the swift is the race,
Yet to the true and the faithful
Vict’ry is promised through grace.

Verse 3
Conquering now and still to conquer,
Jesus, Thou Ruler of all,
Thrones and their scepters all shall perish,
Crowns and their splendor shall fall,
Yet shall the armies Thou leadest,
Faithful and true to the last,
Find in Thy mansions eternal
Rest, when their warfare is past.

Chorus
Not to the strong is the battle,
Not to the swift is the race,
Yet to the true and the faithful
Vict’ry is promised through grace.

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Crown Him With Many Crowns

Matthew Bridges, 1851
See Revelation 19:12
[Key: Bb]

Verse 1
Crown Him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon His Throne;
Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns
All music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing
Of Him who died for me,
And hail Him as my matchless King
Through all eternity.

Verse 2
Crown Him the Lord of Life,
Who triumphed over the grave,
And rose victorious in the strife
For those He came to save.
His glories now we sing,
Who died, and rose on high,
Who died eternal life to bring,
And lives that death may die.

Verse 3
Crown Him the Lord of Peace,
Whose power a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
And all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end,
And round His piercèd feet
Fair flowers of paradise extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.

Verse 4
Crown Him the Lord of Heav’n,
Enthroned in worlds above,
Crown Him the King to Whom is giv’n
The wondrous name of Love
Crown Him with many crowns,
As thrones before Him fall;
Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns,
For He is King of all.

Verse 5
Crown Him the Lord of Love,
Behold His hands and side,
Those wounds, yet visible above,
In beauty glorified.
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For Thou has died for me;
Thy praise and glory shall not fail
Throughout eternity.

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Crown Him With Many Crowns

Version 1.0, 6/3/2023
Artist: Matthew Bridges

Verse 1
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A Mighty Fortress is Our God

Martin Luther, 1529
Based on Psalm 46
[Key: A]

Verse 1
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 power are great,
And, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.

Verse 2
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;
Lord Sabaoth, His Name,
From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.

Verse 3
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.

Verse 4
That word above all earthly powers,
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.