January 24th 2021
1 Praise the Lord!
For it is good to sing praises to our God;
for it is pleasant, and a song of praise is fitting.
2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem;
he gathers the outcasts of Israel.
3 He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds.
4 He determines the number of the stars;
he gives to all of them their names.
5 Great is our Lord, and abundant in power;
his understanding is beyond measure.
6 The Lord lifts up the humble;
he casts the wicked to the ground.
– Psalm 147:1-6 (ESV)
IN TENDERNESS
And on His shoulders brought me, back to His fold again
While angels in His presence sang, until the courts of heaven rang
Oh, the blood that bought me!
Oh, the grace that brought me to the fold of God
Grace that brought me to the fold of God
He whispered to assure me: “I’ve found thee, thou art Mine”
I never heard a sweeter voice, it made my aching heart rejoice
Oh, the blood that bought me!
Oh, the grace that brought me to the fold of God
Grace that brought me to the fold of God
With all adoring wonder, His blessings I retrace
It seems as if eternal days, are far too short to sing His praise
Oh, the blood that bought me!
Oh, the grace that brought me to the fold of God
Grace that brought me to the fold of God
Oh, the blood that bought me!
Oh, the grace that brought me to the fold of God
Grace that brought me to the fold of God
MAN OF SORROWS
By His own betrayed
The sin of man and wrath of God
Has been on Jesus laid
Beaten mocked and scorned
Bowing to the Father’s will
He took a crown of thorns
My salvation
Where Your love poured out over me
Now my soul cries out
Hallelujah
Praise and honor unto Thee
To purchase and redeem
And reconcile the very ones
Who nailed Him to that tree
My salvation
Where Your love poured out over me
Now my soul cries out
Hallelujah
Praise and honor unto Thee
It is paid in full
By the precious blood
That my Jesus spilled
Has no hold on me
Whom the Son sets free
Oh is free indeed
It is paid in full
By the precious blood
That my Jesus spilled
Has no hold on me
Whom the Son sets free
Oh is free indeed
My salvation
Where Your love poured out over me
Now my soul cries out
Hallelujah
Praise and honor unto Thee
Behold the empty tomb
Hallelujah God be praised
He’s risen from the grave
My salvation
Where Your love poured out over me
Now my soul cries out
Hallelujah
Praise and honor unto Thee
Praise and honor unto Thee
COME THOU FOUNT
Come thou fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it
Mount of Thy redeeming love
Here I raise my Ebenezer
Hither by Thy help I’ve come
And I hope by Thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wandering from the fold of God
He, to rescue me from danger
Interposed His precious blood
Oh to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter
Bind my wandering heart to Thee
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love
Here’s my heart Lord, take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above
Oh that day when freed from sinning
I shall see Thy lovely face
Full arrayed in blood-washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry
Bring Thy promises to pass
For I know Thy pow’r will keep me
Till I’m home with You at last
For I know Thy pow’r will keep me
Till I’m home with You at last
For I know Thy pow’r will keep me
Till I’m home with You at last
