Majesty, worship His majesty,
Unto Jesus, be all glory, honor, and praise;
Majesty, kingdom authority,
Flow from His throne, unto His own, His anthem raise
So exalt, lift up on high, the name of Jesus
Magnify, come glorify, Christ Jesus the King!
Majesty, worship His majesty,
Jesus who died, now glorified, King of all Kings!
Jack Hayford. Original key Ab.
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.
See from His head, His hands, His feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down.
Did ever such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Oh the wonderful cross, oh the wonderful cross
Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live
Oh the wonderful cross, oh the wonderful cross:
All who gather here by grace draw near and bless Your name
Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were an offering far too small
Love so amazing, so divine
Demands my soul, my life, my all
Isaac Watts, J. D. Walt Jesse Reeves, Chris Tomlin
What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
Oh! precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
For my cleansing this I see
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
For my pardon this my plea
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
This is all my hope and peace:
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
This is all my righteousness:
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
Wonderful merciful Savior,
Precious Redeemer and Friend,
Who would have thought that a Lamb could
Rescue the souls of men?
O, You rescue the souls of men!
You are the One that we praise,
You are the one we adore,
You give the healing and grace our
Hearts always hunger for
Oh, our hearts always hunger for.
Counselor, Comforter, Keeper,
Spirit we long to embrace
You offer hope when our hearts have
hopelessly lost the way
Oh, we've hopelessly lost the way
Almighty, infinite Father,
faithfully loving Your own
Here in our weakness You find us
falling before Your throne
Oh, we're falling before Your throne
The church's one foundation is Jesus Christ her Lord
She is His new creation
By water and the Word
From heav'n He came and sought her
To be His holy bride;
With His own blood He bought her
And for her life He died.
She is from every nation, yet one o'er all the earth;
Her charter of salvation: one Lord, one faith, one birth;
One holy Name she blesses, partakes one holy food,
And to one hope she presses, with every grace endued.
Though with a scornful wonder men see her sore oppressed,
By schisms rent asunder, by heresies distressed:
Yet saints their watch are keeping, their cry goes up, "How long?"
And soon the night of weeping shall be the morn of song!
'Mid toil and tribulation, and tumult of her war,
She waits the consummation of peace forevermore;
'Til, with the vision glorious, her longing eyes are blest,
And the great Church victorious shall be the Church at rest.
Words by Samuel J. Stone, 1866. Music: , by Samuel S. Wesley, 1864. Traditional key Eb.
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