Worship Songs

Oh How Good It Is (Psalm 133)

Oh how good it is
When the family of God
Dwells together in spirit
In faith and unity.
Where the bonds of peace,
Of acceptance and love
Are the fruit of His presence here among us. 

So with one voice we’ll sing to the Lord
And with one heart we’ll live out His word
Till the whole earth sees
The Redeemer has come
For He dwells in the presence of His people. 

Oh how good it is
On this journey we share
To rejoice with the happy
And weep with those who mourn.
For the weak find strength
The afflicted find grace
When we offer the blessing of belonging.

So with one voice we’ll sing to the Lord
And with one heart we’ll live out His word
Till the whole earth sees
The Redeemer has come
For He dwells in the presence of His people. 

Oh how good it is
To embrace His command
To prefer one another
Forgive as He forgives.
When we live as one
We all share in the love
Of the Son with the Father and the Spirit.

So with one voice we’ll sing to the Lord
And with one heart we’ll live out His word
Till the whole earth sees
The Redeemer has come
For He dwells in the presence of His people. 

Words/Music: Keith Getty, Kristyn Getty, Ross Holmes, Stuart Townend; © 2012 Gettymusic; Parakeet Boots Music; Townend Music; CCLI License #11029770

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 God’s unchanging love!

Here I raise my Ebenezer;
hither by thy help I’m 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.

O to grace how great a debtor,
daily I’m constrained to be!
Let that grace now 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, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above.

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above.

Words: Robert Robinson; Music: American folk tune, Arr. Matthew S. Smith; © 2006 Detuned Radio Music; CCLI License #11029770

Only a Holy God

Who else commands all the hosts of heaven?
Who else could make every king bow down?
Who else can whisper and darkness trembles?
Only a Holy God!

What other beauty demands such praises?
What other splendour outshines the sun?
What other majesty rules with justice?
Only a Holy God!

Come and behold him,
The One and the Only!
Cry out! Sing, “Holy!
Forever a Holy God!”
Come and worship the Holy God!

What other glory consumes like fire?
What other power can raise the dead?
What other name remains undefeated?
Only a Holy God!

Come and behold him,
The One and the Only!
Cry out! Sing, “Holy!
Forever a Holy God!”
Come and worship the Holy God!

Come and behold him,
The One and the Only!
Cry out! Sing, “Holy!
Forever a Holy God!”
Come and worship the Holy God!

Who else could rescue me from my failing?
Who else would offer His only Son?
Who else invites me to call Him Father?
Only a Holy God! Only my Holy God!

Come and behold him,
The One and the Only!
Cry out! Sing, “Holy!
Forever a Holy God!”
Come and worship the Holy God!

Come and behold him,
The One and the Only!
Cry out! Sing, “Holy!
Forever a Holy God!”
Come and worship the Holy God!

Come and behold him,
The One and the Only!
Cry out! Sing, “Holy!
Forever a Holy God!”
Come and worship the Holy God!

Words/Music: Jonny Robinson, Rich Thompson, Dustin Smith, & Michael Farren; 2016 © Farren Love And War Publishing, Integrity’s Alleluia! Music, Integrity’s Praise! Music, & CityAlight Music; CCLI License #11029770

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