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To God Be the Glory

Fanny J. Crosby, 1875
[Key: D]

Verse 1
To God be the glory, great things He hath done!
So loved He the world that He gave us His Son,
Who yielded His life an atonement for sin,
And opened the life gate that all may go in.

Chorus
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
Let the earth hear His voice!
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
Let the people rejoice!
O come to the Father, through Jesus the Son,
And give Him the glory, great things He has done.

Verse 2
O perfect redemption, the purchase of blood,
To every believer the promise of God;
The vilest offender who truly believes,
That moment from Jesus a pardon receives.

Chorus
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
Let the earth hear His voice!
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
Let the people rejoice!
O come to the Father, through Jesus the Son,
And give Him the glory, great things He has done.

Verse 3
Great things He has taught us, great things He has done,
And great our rejoicing through Jesus the Son;
But purer, and higher, and greater will be
Our wonder, our transport, when Jesus we see.

Chorus
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
Let the earth hear His voice!
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
Let the people rejoice!
O come to the Father, through Jesus the Son,
And give Him the glory, great things He has done.

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When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

Words: Isaac Watts, 1707
Music: “Hamburg” by Lowell Mason, 1824

Verse 1
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Verse 2
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

Verse 3
See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Verse 4
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Transpose up

When I Survey The Wondrous Cross

Version 1.0, 6/3/2023

Verse 1
 
When  
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sur
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vey the won
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drous 
 
 
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cross
 
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Prince 
 
 
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of 
 
 
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glo
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ed,
 
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est 
 
 
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gain 
 
 
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count 
 
 
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but 
 
 
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loss
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And 
 
 
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pour 
 
 
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con
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tempt 
 
 
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on 
 
 
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all 
 
 
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my 
 
 
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pride.
Verse 2
 
For
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bid 
 
 
A 
it, 
 
 
D 
Lord, that I  
G 
should 
 
 
D 
boast,
 
Save in  
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the 
 
 
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death 
 
 
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of 
 
 
A7 
Christ 
 
 
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my 
 
 
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God!
 
All the  
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vain 
 
 
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things 
 
 
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that 
 
 
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charm 
 
 
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me 
 
 
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most,
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sac
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ri
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fice 
 
 
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them 
 
 
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to 
 
 
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His 
 
 
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blood.
Verse 3
 
See  
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from 
 
 
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His 
 
 
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head, His hands,  
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His 
 
 
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feet,
 
Sorrow  
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and 
 
 
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love 
 
 
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flow 
 
 
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min
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gled 
 
 
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down
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Did e’er  
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such 
 
 
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love 
 
 
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and 
 
 
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sor
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meet
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Or 
 
 
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thorns 
 
 
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com
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pose 
 
 
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so 
 
 
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rich 
 
 
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crown?
Verse 4
 
His  
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dy
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ing 
 
 
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crimson, like  
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robe,
 
Spreads o’er  
Dmaj7 
His 
 
 
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bo
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dy 
 
 
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on 
 
 
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the 
 
 
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tree
A 
;
 
Then I  
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am 
 
 
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dead 
 
 
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to 
 
 
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all 
 
 
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the 
 
 
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globe
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And 
 
 
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all 
 
 
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the 
 
 
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globe 
 
 
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is 
 
 
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dead 
 
 
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to 
 
 
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me.
Verse 5
 
Were  
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the 
 
 
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whole 
 
 
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realm of nat
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ure 
 
 
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mine,
 
That were  
Dmaj7 
an 
 
 
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offe
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ring 
 
 
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far 
 
 
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too 
 
 
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small
A 
;
 
Love so  
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am
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a
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zing, 
 
 
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so 
 
 
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di
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vine
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,
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De
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mands 
 
 
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my 
 
 
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soul, 
 
 
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my 
 
 
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life, 
 
 
A7 
my 
 
 
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all.
Verse 6
 
To  
D 
Christ, 
 
 
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who 
 
 
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won for sin
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ners 
 
 
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grace
 
By bit
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ter 
 
 
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grief 
 
 
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and 
 
 
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an
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guish 
 
 
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sore
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,
 
Be praise  
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from 
 
 
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all 
 
 
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the 
 
 
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ran
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somed 
 
 
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race
A 
D 
For
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e
D 
ver 
 
 
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and 
 
 
D 
for
G 
e
A7 
ver
D 
more.

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What Wondrous Love is This?

American Folk Hymn, 1835
[Key: Cm]

Verse 1
What wondrous love is this,
O my soul, O my soul!
What wondrous love is this, O my soul!
What wondrous love is this that caused the Lord of bliss
To bear the dreadful curse
For my soul, for my soul,
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul.

Verse 2
When I was sinking down,
Sinking down, sinking down,
When I was sinking down, sinking down,
When I was sinking down beneath God’s righteous frown,
Christ laid aside His crown
For my soul, for my soul,
Christ laid aside His crown for my soul.

Verse 3
To God and to the Lamb,
I will sing, I will sing;
To God and to the Lamb, I will sing.
To God and to the Lamb Who is the great “I Am”;
While millions join the theme,
I will sing, I will sing;
While millions join the theme, I will sing.

Verse 4
And when from death I’m free,
I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on;
And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing on.
And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing and joyful be;
And through eternity,
I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on;
And through eternity, I’ll sing on.

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What Have You Done, Lord?

By: Martha Taplin
Based on Bob Jenning’s Prayer:

“What has the Lord done for us,
that we will conquer the grave?”

[Key: D]

Verse 1
Ignoring Your love
We went our own way
We were far off
We talked our own praise.
We were like sheep
Just going astray
But You have come,
Lord what have You done?

Verse 2
You sent Your Son
From Your very own side
He poured Himself out
Such great sacrifice
To die for sinners
Redeem fallen man
You bore our own sins, Lord,
What have You done?

Chorus 1
What have You done?
What have You done?
What have You done, Lord
Hallelujah, what have You done?

All! All! All for Christ!
He deserves our all!
All, brethren, all for Christ!
Give to Christ your all!

Verse 3
How blessed is the man
Whose sins are forgiven
Whose sins are covered
With His precious blood
How blessed is the man
With righteousness given
Apart from his works, Lord
What have You done?

Verse 4
You call us saints
You don’t call us sinners
You call us sheep
You don’t call us goats
You call us friends
Not Your enemies
You call us sons, Lord
What have You done?

Chorus
What have You done?
What have You done?
What have You done, Lord
Hallelujah, what have You done?

All! All! All for Christ!
He deserves our all!
All, brethren, all for Christ!
Give to Christ your all!

Verse 5
We’re waiting on You
Our eyes are on You
We cannot say
No – talk, sing, or tell
Words cannot capture
Enough of Your worth
We thank You and say,
Lord, what have You done?

Verse 6
Let’s give Him our strength
Let’s give Him our youth
Never postpone
No, never be fooled
Hold forth the Truth
The Word of our God
This privilege is ours
Oh, what have You done?

Chorus
What have You done?
What have You done?
What have You done, Lord
Hallelujah, what have You done?

All! All! All for Christ!
He deserves our all!
All, brethren, all for Christ!
Give to Christ your all!

Chorus
Christ! Christ! All for Christ!
He deserves our all!
Christ! Christ! All for Christ!
Give to Christ your all!


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Were You There?

Traditional American Spiritual
[Key: B]

Verse 1
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

Verse 2
Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree?
Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree?

Verse 3
Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb?
Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb?

Verse 4
Were you there when He rose up from the grave?
Were you there when He rose up from the grave?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when He rose up from the grave?

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Was It Enough?

Hugh Wilson, 1800
Neil Barham, 2010
[Key: E]

Verse 1
Was it enough, that God should die
To take away my sin?
Enough to close the door of Hell,
And stop my falling in?
Enough, that I be righteous found,
Before His perfect view?
Enough, that Christ’s own deeds be mine?
Despite all I could do?

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

Verse 2
Enough that all my soul and mind
Transformed within should be?
Enough, my sin should be subdued,
And God should live in me?
No! Not enough! More would He do!
How deep His mercy runs:
That I, a treas’nous wretch, should be
Adopted as His son!

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

Verse 3
To wear His name, to feel His kiss,
To lie in that embrace,
What grand, mysterious gentleness
Shines in my Father’s face!

Chorus
My God, O how You shed Your blood
So pure and undefiled
To make a sinful one like me
Your chosen, precious child!

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Up From the Grave He Arose

Robert Lowry, 1874
[Key: F]

Verse 1
Low in the grave He lay,
Jesus my Savior,
Waiting the coming day,
Jesus my Lord!

Chorus
Up from the grave He arose,
With a mighty triumph o’er His foes,
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever,
With His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Verse 2
Vainly they watch His bed,
Jesus my Savior;
Vainly they seal the dead,
Jesus my Lord!

Chorus
Up from the grave He arose,
With a mighty triumph o’er His foes,
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever,
With His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Verse 3
Death cannot keep its Prey,
Jesus my Savior;
He tore the bars away,
Jesus my Lord!

Chorus
Up from the grave He arose,
With a mighty triumph o’er His foes,
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever,
With His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!

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Unto Jesus Be All Glory

Piano Only

With Vocals

Kenny Flaspoehler
[Key: C]

Verse 1
Unto Jesus be all glory,
Let us worship and adore,
Unto Jesus, our Messiah,
Let our words and voices soar!
Precious Jesus, we are longing,
Just to worship at Your feet.
You are worthy beyond measure,
And Your Name to us is sweet.

Verse 2
Unto Jesus be all glory,
In Your blood the Gospel’s sealed.
You were pierced for our transgressions,
By Your stripes our wounds are healed.
Dearest Jesus, precious Savior,
At the cross You did atone
We were rebels, we were debtors,
Now we stand before Your throne.

Verse 3
Unto Jesus be all glory,
As you live to intercede
Binding up the brokenhearted,
Meeting every single need
Precious Jesus, our Good Shepherd,
Caring always for Your sheep,
You surround us with Your favor,
All Your promises to keep.

Verse 4
Unto Jesus be all glory,
Captain of a mighty host,
Soldiers in the fiercest battles,
Fighting to the uttermost
War is raging, but You are reigning,
By Your wise and sovereign hand.
Keep us holy, keep us faithful,
To the Word of Your command.

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There Is a Fountain

William Cowper, 1771
[Key: Db]

Verse 1
There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Emmanuel’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.

Verse 2
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there have I, though vile as he,
Washed all my sins away.
Washed all my sins away,
Washed all my sins away;
And there have I, though vile as he,
Washed all my sins away.

Verse 3
I do believe, I will believe,
That Jesus died for me!
That on the cross He shed His blood,
From sin to set me free.
From sin to set me free,
From sin to set me free;
That on the cross He shed His blood,
from sin to set me free.

Verse 4
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.

Verse 5
E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
And shall be till I die,
And shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

Verse 6
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.

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There Is A Fountain

Version 1.0, 6/3/2023
Artist: William Cowper

Verse 1
C 
There is a fountain  
F 
filled with  
C 
blood drawn from Immanuel’s  
G 
veins.
 
And  
C 
sinners, plunged be
F 
neath that  
C 
flood, lose all their  
G 
guilty 
 
 
C 
stains.
 
Lose all their  
G 
guilty 
 
 
F 
stains
C 
, lose all their guilty  
G 
stains.
 
And  
C 
sinners, plunged be
F 
neath that f
C 
lood, lose all their  
G 
guilty 
 
 
C 
stains.
Verse 2
C 
The dying thief re
F 
joiced to  
C 
see that fountain in his  
G 
day.
 
And  
C 
there may I, though  
F 
vile as  
C 
he, wash all my  
G 
sins 
 
a
C 
way.
 
Wash all my  
G 
sins 
 
a
F 
way,
C 
wash all my sins a
G 
way.
 
And  
C 
there may I, thought
F 
vile as  
C 
he, wash all my  
G 
sins 
 
 
C 
away.
Verse 3
C 
Dear dying Lamb, Thy
F 
precious 
 
 
C 
blood shall never lose its  
G 
power.
 
Till  
C 
all the ransomed  
F 
Church of  
C 
God be saved, to  
G 
sin no  
C 
more.
 
Be saved to  
G 
sin 
 
no
F 
mor
C 
e, be saved to sin no  
G 
more.
 
Till  
C 
all the ransomed  
F 
Church of  
C 
God be saved, to  
G 
sin no  
C 
more.
Verse 4
C 
E’er since, by faith, I  
F 
saw the  
C 
stream Thy flowing wounds sup
G 
ply,
 
Re
C 
deeming love has  
F 
been my  
C 
theme, and shall be till I
G 
die.
 
And shall be
G 
till I  
F 
die,
C 
and shall be till I  
G 
die.
 
Re
C 
deeming love has  
F 
been my  
C 
theme, and shall be till I  
G 
die.

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Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted

Thomas Kelly, 1804
[Key: Eb Minor]

Verse 1
Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,
See Him dying on the tree!
‘Tis the Christ by man rejected;
Yes, my soul, ’tis He, ’tis He!
‘Tis the long expected Prophet,
David’s Son, yet David’s Lord;
By His Son God now has spoken:
‘Tis the true and faithful Word.

Verse 2
Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning,
Was there ever grief like His?
Friends through fear His cause disowning,
Foes insulting His distress:
Many hands were raised to wound Him,
None would interpose to save;
But the deepest stroke that pierced Him
Was the stroke that Justice gave.

Verse 3
Ye who think of sin but lightly,
Nor suppose the evil great,
Here may view its nature rightly,
Here its guilt may estimate.
Mark the Sacrifice appointed!
See Who bears the awful load!
‘Tis the Word, the Lord’s Anointed,
Son of Man, and Son of God.

Verse 4
Here we have a Firm Foundation,
Here the Refuge of the lost.
Christ the Rock of our salvation,
Christ the Name of which we boast.
Lamb of God for sinners wounded!
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
None shall ever be confounded
Who on Him their hope have built.