Worship

Verse 1 We sing the praise of Him who died, Of him who died upon the cross; The sinner’s hope let men deride, For this we we count the world but loss. Verse 2 Inscribed upon the cross we see In shinning letters, ” God is love”  He bears our sins upon the tree, He […]

Verse 1 “Man of sorrow,” what a name For the son of God who came Ruin’d sinners to reclaim! Hallelujah! what a Saviour! Verse 2 Bearing shame and scoffing rude, In my place condemned He stood; Sealed my pardon with His blood: Hallelujah! what a Saviour! Verse 3 Guilty, vile and helpless, we,  Spotless Lamb

Verse 1 Not all the blood of beasts, On jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience[peace, Or wash away the stain Verse 2 But Christ the heavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name And richer blood than they. Verse 3 My faith would lay her hand On that dear

Verse 1 There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall, Where the dear Lord was cruci-[fied, Who died to save us all. Verse 2 We may not know, we cannot tell What pains He had to bear; But we believe it was for us He hung and suffered there. Verse 3 He

Verse 1 “T’is finished! the messiah dies: Cut off for sins, but not His [own; Accomplished is the sacrifice,   The great redeeming work is done.     Verse 2 Tis finished! all the debt is paid; Justice divine is satisfied; The grand and full atonement  God for a guilty world hath died.     Verse

Verse 1 Extended on a cursed tree, Besmear’d with dust, and sweat, and blood, See there, the King of Glory see! Sinks and expires the Son of God. Verse 2 Who, who, my Saviour, this hath  done? Who could Thy sacred body[wound? No guilt Thy spotless heart hath known, No guile hath in Thy lips

Verse 1 King of my life, I crown Thee now, Thine shall the glory be; Lest I forget Thy thorn-crown’d[brow, Lead me to Calvary.     Lest I forget Gethsesame, Lest I forget Thine agony, Lest I forget Thy love for me, Lead me to Calvary.   Verse 2  Show me the tomb where Thou

Verse 1 What a wonderful, wonderful  Saviour, Who would die on the cross for[me! Freely shedding His precious life-  [free That the sinner might be made     He was nail’d to the cross for me, He was nail’d to the cross for me, On the cross crucified, For me He died: He was nail’d

Verse 1 O Head once fill’d with bruises,  Oppress’d with pain and scorn; O’er whelmed with sore abuses  Mock’d with a crown of thorn! O head to death once wounded, In shame upon the tree, In glory now surrounded With brightest Majesty! Verse 2 Thou, Lord, of all transcendent; Thou life-creating Sun  To worlds on

Verse 1 O Sacred head once wounded. With grief and pain weighed[down, How scornfully surrounded With thorns. Thine only crown! How pale art Thou with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish Which once was bright as morn!   Verse 2 O Lord of Life and Glory. What bliss till now