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ARE YOU WEARY TOUR LYRICS
O The Deep Deep
Love of Jesus
O the deep, deep love of Jesus!
Vast, unmeasured, boundless, free,
rolling as a mighty ocean
in its fullness over me.
Underneath me, all around me,
is the current of thy love;
leading onward, leading homeward,
to thy glorious rest above.
O the deep, deep love of Jesus!
Spread his praise from shore to shore;
how he loveth, ever loveth,
changeth never, nevermore;
how he watches o'er his loved ones,
died to call them all his own;
how for them he intercedeth,
watcheth o'er them from the throne.
O the deep, deep love of Jesus!
Love of ev'ry love the best:
'tis an ocean vast of blessing,
'tis a haven sweet of rest.
O the deep, deep love of Jesus!
'Tis a heav'n of heav'ns to me;
and it lifts me up to glory,
for it lifts me up to Thee.
O the Deep Deep Love of Jesus
Trevor Francis
© Public Domain
CCLI# 2096707
Come Ye Sinners
I will arise and go to Jesus!
He will embrace me in his arms
In the arms of my dear Savior
Oh there are ten thousand charms
Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
full of pity, love, and power.
Come, ye thirsty, come and welcome,
God's free bounty glorify;
true belief and true repentance,
ev'ry grace that brings you nigh.
I will arise and go to Jesus!
He will embrace me in his arms
In the arms of my dear Savior
Oh there are ten thousand charms
Let not conscience make you linger,
nor of fitness fondly dream;
all the fitness he requireth
is to feel your need of him.
Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
lost and ruined by the fall;
if you tarry till you're better,
you will never come at all.
I will arise and go to Jesus!
He will embrace me in his arms
In the arms of my dear Savior
Oh there are ten thousand charms
Come Ye Sinners
J. Hart
© Public Domain
CCLI# 2096707
Be Thou My Vision
Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart
Naught be all else to me, save that thou art
Thou my best thought, by day or by night
Waking or sleeping, thy presence my light
Be thou my wisdom, and thou my true word
I ever with thee and thou with me, Lord
Thou my great Father, and I Thy true son
Thou in me dwelling and I with Thee one
Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise
Thou mine inheritance, now and always
Thou and thou only first in my heart
High King of heaven, my treasure Thou art
High King of heaven, my victory won
May I reach heaven's joys, O bright heaven's sun
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall
Still be my vision, O ruler of all
Be Thou My Vision
Mary Byrne
© Public Domain
CCLI# 2096707
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.
Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Robert Robinson
© Public Domain
CCLI# 2096707
In Christ Alone
In Christ alone my hope is found,
He is my light, my strength,
my song;
This Cornerstone, this Solid Ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My Comforter, my All in All,
Here in the love of Christ I stand.
In Christ alone! – who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe.
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save:
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied –
For every sin on Him was laid;
Here in the death of Christ I live.
There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain:
Then bursting forth in glorious day
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me,
For I am His and He is mine –
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
No guilt in life, no fear in death,
This is the power of Christ in me;
From life’s first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand:
Till He returns or calls me home,
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand.
In Christ Alone
Keith Getty, Stuart Townend
© Public Domain
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What Wondrous Love is This
What wondrous love is this,
O my soul, O my soul?
What wondrous love is this,
O my soul?
What wondrous love is this that caused the Lord of bliss
to bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul,
to bear the dreadful curse
for my soul?
When I was sinking down,
sinking down, sinking down,
when I was sinking down,
sinking down,
when I was sinking down beneath God’s righteous frown,
Christ laid aside his crown
for my soul, for my soul,
Christ laid aside his crown
for my soul.
To God and to the Lamb I will sing,
I will sing,
to God and to the Lamb I will sing,
to God and to the Lamb
who is the Great I AM,
while millions join the theme,
I will sing, I will sing,
while millions join the theme,
I will sing.
And when from death I’m free
I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on,
and when from death I’m free,
I’ll sing on,
and when from death I’m free,
I’ll sing and joyful be,
and through eternity I’ll sing on,
I’ll sing on,
and through eternity I’ll sing on.
And when from death I’m free,
I’ll sing and joyful be,
and through eternity I’ll sing on,
I’ll sing on,
and through eternity I’ll sing on.
What Wondrous Love is This
Anonymous
© Public Domain
CCLI# 2096707
Between the Joys
Between the joys
And clouds of doubt
My feelings come and go
My best estate is tossed about
In ceaseless ebb & flow
No mood or feeling, form of thought
Is constant for a day
But You O Lord
You never change
You are the same always
Always, Always,
Always, Always
I grasp Your strength make it my own
My heart with peace is blest
I loose my hold and then comes down
Darkness and cold unrest
Let me no more my comfort draw
From my frail hold of you
In this alone rejoice and awe
Your mighty grasp of me
Always, Always,
Always, Always
Your purpose of eternal good
Let me but surely know
On this I’ll lean let changing mood
And feeling come or go
Glad in your sunshine not alone
When clouds are overcast
Since You within your sure control
Of love do hold me fast
Since You within your sure control
Of love do hold me fast
Always, Always,
Always, Always
You, O Lord, You never change
You are the same always
Between the Joys
Kenny & Claire Hilliard, John Shairp
© Post Tenebras Publishing 2022
CCLI# 2096707
God Moves in Mysterious Ways
Deep in the unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright design
And works His sovereign will
Ye fearful saints fresh courage take
The clouds you so much dread
They’re big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on
your head
God moves in mysterious ways
His wonders to perform
He plants His footprints in the waves
And He rides upon the storm
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense
But trust Him for His grace
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face
His purposes will ripen fast
Unfolding every hour
The bud may have a bitter taste
But sweet will be
The flow’r
God moves in mysterious ways
His wonders to perform
He plants His footprints in the waves
And He rides upon the storm
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain
God is His own interpreter
And He will make it plain
He will make it plain
God moves in mysterious ways
His wonders to perform
He plants His footprints in the waves
And He rides upon the storm
God Moves in Mysterious Ways
Kenny & Claire Hilliard, William Cowper
© Post Tenebras Publishing 2022
CCLI# 2096707
Are You Weary
Are you weary, Are you languid
Are you found distressed?
“Come to Me” says One, “and, coming
Be at Rest”
Are you weary, Heavy laden?
Lay Your burden, Find His Rest
Has He marks to lead me to Him
If He be my Guide?
In His feet and hands are wound prints
And His side
Is there diadem, as Monarch,
That His brow adorns?
Yes, a crown was placed upon Him
But of thorns
Are you weary, Heavy laden?
Lay Your burden, Find His Rest
If I find Him, if I follow
What have I to gain?
Many sorrows, many labors
Many pains
If I still hold closely to Him
What has He at last?
Sorrow vanquished, labor ended
Jordan passed
Are you weary, Heavy laden?
Lay Your burden, Find His Rest
Finding, following, keeping, struggling
Is He sure to bless?
Saints, Apostles, Prophets, Martyrs
Answer, Yes!
Are You Weary
Kenny & Claire Hilliard, St. Stephen of Mar Sabas, John Neale
© Post Tenebras Publishing 2021
CCLI# 2096707
Approach My Soul
Approach, my soul, the mercy seat
where Jesus answers prayer;
there humbly fall before his feet,
for none can perish there.
Thy promise is my only plea;
with this I venture nigh:
thou callest burdened souls to thee,
and such, O Lord, am I.
O wondrous love! to bleed and die,
to bear the cross and shame,
that guilty sinners, such as I,
might plead thy gracious name!
Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
by Satan sorely pressed,
by war without and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.
Be thou my shield and hiding place,
that, sheltered near thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
and tell him thou hast died.
O wondrous love! to bleed and die,
to bear the cross and shame,
that guilty sinners, such as I,
might plead thy gracious name!
Approach My Soul
Kenny & Claire Hilliard, John Newton
© Post Tenebras Publishing 2021
CCLI# 2096707
For the Beauty
For the beauty of the earth
For the beauty of the skies
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies
For the beauty of each hour
Of the day and of the night
Hill and vale, and tree and flower
Sun and moon and stars of light
Lord of all to Thee we raise
our hymn of praise
For the joy of ear and eye
For the heart and mind’s delight
For the mystic harmony
Linking sense to sound and sight
Lord of all to Thee we raise
our hymn of praise
For each perfect gift of Thine
To the world so freely given
Graces human and divine
Flow’rs of earth and
buds of heaven
For each perfect gift of Thine
To the world so freely given
Graces human and divine
Flow’rs of earth and
buds of heaven
Lord of all to Thee we raise
our hymn of praise
our hymn of praise
our hymn of praise
our hymn of praise
Our hymn of praise
(for the beauty of the earth)
Our hymn of praise
(for the beauty of the skies)
Our hymn of praise
(For the love which from our birth)
Our hymn of praise
(Over and around us lies)
Lord of all to Thee we raise
our hymn of praise
For the Beauty
Kenny & Claire Hilliard,
Folliot Pierpoint
© Post Tenebras Publishing 2021
CCLI# 2096707
Is There Peace
Is there peace in this
dark world of sin?
The blood of Jesus whispers
peace within.
Is there peace with many
duties pressed?
To do the will of Jesus,
this is rest.
It is enough,
Earth’s struggles
soon shall cease
Jesus calls us to
Heaven’s perfect peace.
Is there peace with sorrows
surging round?
In Jesus’ embrace only
calm is found.
Is there peace with loved
ones far away?
In Jesus’ keeping we are safe.
It is enough,
Earth’s struggles
soon shall cease
Jesus calls us to
Heaven’s perfect peace.
Peace, Perfect Peace
Peace, Perfect Peace
Peace, Perfect Peace
Peace
Is there peace with the
future all unknown?
Jesus we know and
He is on the throne.
Is there peace with death shadowing us and ours?
Jesus has vanquished
death and all its power.
It is enough,
Earth’s struggles
soon shall cease
Jesus calls us to
Heaven’s perfect peace.
Is There Peace
Kenny & Claire Hilliard,
E. Bickersteth
© Post Tenebras Publishing 2021
CCLI# 2096707
O For a Faith
O for a faith that will not shrink
Though pressed by many foes
That will not tremble on the brink
Of poverty or woe,
That will not murmur nor complain
Beneath the chastening rod,
But, in the hour of grief or pain,
Can lean upon it’s God
A Faith that shines more bright and clear
When tempest rage without,
That when in danger knows no fear,
In darkness feels no doubt;
A faith that keeps the narrow way
Till life’s last spark is fled,
And with a pure and heavenly ray
Lights up a dying bed!
Lord, give me such a faith as this,
And then whatev’er may come,
I taste even now the hallowed bliss
Of my eternal home.
O For a Faith
Claire Hilliard, William Bathurst
© Post Tenebras Publishing 2021
CCLI# 2096707
It Is Well
When peace like a river
attendeth my way
when sorrows like sea billows roll;
whatever my lot,
Thou hast taught me to say,
"It is well, it is well with my soul."
It is well (it is well)
with my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul
O Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
the clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
the trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend;
even so, it is well with my soul.
It is well (it is well)
with my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul
It is Well
Horatio Spafford
© Public Domain
CCLI# 2096707
Doxology
Praise God from whom all blessings flow
Praise Him, all creatures here below
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Praise God from Whom All Blessings Flow
Thomas Ken
© Public Domain
CCLI# 2096707