Worship Songs

COME, YE SINNERS

Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus, ready, stands to save you,
Full of pity, joined with power.
He is able, He is able;
He is willing; doubt no more.

Come ye needy, come, and welcome,
God’s free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh.
Without money, without money
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.

Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Bruised and broken by the fall;
If you tarry ’til you’re better,
You will never come at all.
Not the righteous, not the righteous;
Sinners Jesus came to call. 

Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requires
Is to feel your need of Him.
This He gives you, this He gives you,
‘Tis the Spirit’s rising beam.

Lo! The Incarnate God, ascended;
Pleads the merit of His blood.
Venture on Him; venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude.
None but Jesus, none but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.

Words: Joseph Hart, 1759; Music: Matthew S. Smith; © 2000, detuned radio music; CCLI License #11029770

HIS MERCY IS MORE

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

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!

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

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!   

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

What riches of kindness he 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!   

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

Music/Words: Matt Boswell and Matt Papa; © 2016 Messenger Hymns; CCLI License #11029770

PSALM 143

1 Hear me, LORD, when I pray; and give ear to my plea!
In your faithfulness answer, and righteousness bring.
2 Yet LORD, judge me not for there’s no one alive
Who before you can stand on his own justified.

3 For the foe has pursued me, has crushed me and made
me to dwell, like the dead in the dark of the grave!
4 Here shaken and weak, 5 I recall days of old;
of the work of your hands, 6 and for you longs my soul!

7 Answer quickly, O LORD! I am wasting away!
Show your face or like those who have died I will stay.
8 Your love, come the morning, let me hear anew;
And your way make me know—I am hiding in you!
9 From foes, keep me safe; 10 help me follow your will;
And my God, by your Spirit so good, lead me still!

11 For the sake of your name, LORD preserve me, revive;
And in righteousness bring me from trouble alive!
12 LORD, end my oppressors; prevail in your love,
For I worship and serve you, the true God above.
Yes, I worship and serve you, the true God above!

Words: Will Milks, based on Psalm 143; Music: FOUNDATION (American); CCLI License #11029770

BY THY MERCY

Jesus, Lord of life and glory,
Bend from heav’n thy gracious ear;
While our waiting souls adore thee,
Friend of helpless sinners, hear.

From the depths of nature’s blindness,
From the hard’ning pow’r of sin,
From all malice and unkindness,
From the pride that lurks within.

By thy mercy, O deliver us, good Lord;
By thy mercy, O deliver us, good Lord, good Lord!

When temptation sorely presses,
In the day of Satan’s power,
In our times of deep distresses,
In each dark and trying hour.

When the world around is smiling,
In the time of wealth and ease,
Earthly joys our hearts beguiling,
In the day of health and peace.

By thy mercy, O deliver us, good Lord;
By thy mercy, O deliver us, good Lord, good Lord!

In the weary hours of sickness,
In the times of grief and pain,
When we feel our mortal weakness,
When all human help is vain,

In the solemn hour of dying,
in the awful judgement day,
May our souls, on thee relying,
Find thee still our Rock and Stay.

By thy mercy, O deliver us, good Lord;
By thy mercy, O deliver us, good Lord, good Lord!

Words: James J. Cummins, 1839; Music: Greg Thompson; © 2004 Greg Thompson Music; CCL, I License #11029770

YOUR GREAT NAME

Lost are saved, find their way,
at the sound of your great name;
All condemned feel no shame,
at the sound of your great name.
Every fear has no place,
at the sound of your great name;
The enemy, he has to leave,
At the sound of your great name.

Jesus, worthy is the Lamb that was slain for us;
Son of God and Man, you are high and lifted up,
And all the world will praise your great name!
Your great name!

All the weak find their strength,
at the sound of your great name;
Hungry souls receive grace,
at the sound of your great name.
The fatherless, they find their rest,
at the sound of your great name;
The sick are healed, the dead are raised,
At the sound of your great name.   Chorus

Redeemer, my Healer, Lord Almighty!
My Savior, Defender, you are my King!
  (repeat)

Jesus, worthy is the Lamb that was slain for us;
Son of God and Man, you are high and lifted up,
And all the world will praise!   Chorus

Words/Music: Krissy Nordhoff & Michael Neale; © 2008 TwoNords Music; CCLI License #11029770