O worship the King,

all glorious above

O gratefully sing

His wonderful love

Our Shield and Defender,

the Ancient of Days

Pavilioned in splendor,

and girded with praise

 O tell of His might,

O sing of His grace

Whose robe is the light

and canopy space

His chariots of wrath

the deep thunderclouds form

And dark is His path

on the wings of the storm

You alone are the matchless King

To You alone be all majesty

Your glories and wonders,

what tongue can recite?

You breathe in the air,

You shine in the light

 O measureless might,

ineable love

While angels delight

to worship above

Thy mercies how tender,

how firm to the end

Our Maker, Defender,

Redeemer, and Friend

You alone are the matchless King

To You alone be all majesty

Your glories and wonders,

what tongue can recite?

You breathe in the air,

You shine in the light.

You alone are the matchless King

To You alone be all majesty

Your glories and wonders,

what tongue can recite?

You breathe in the air,

You shine in the light

Shine in the light.
You shine in the light.
 O worship the King,

all glorious above

O gratefully sing

His wonderful love

Our Shield and Defender,

the Ancient of Days

Pavilioned in splendor,

and girded with praise

O Worship the King

W, M Arr.--Chris Tomlin

2004 worshiptogether.com Songs/sixsteps Music

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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
 I was lost in utter darkness

'til You came and rescued me

I was bound by all my sin when

Your love came and set me free

Now my soul can sing a new song,

now my heart has found a home

Now Your grace is always with me
And I'll never be alone
 Come, Thou Fount,

Come, Thou King;

Come, Thou precious

Prince of Peace
Hear Your bride,

to You we sing,

Come, Thou Fount of

our blessing
 O, 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,

Come, Thou King;

Come, Thou precious

Prince of Peace
Hear Your bride,

to You we sing,

Come, Thou Fount of

our blessing
 Come, Thou Fount,

Come, Thou King;

Come, Thou precious

Prince of Peace
Hear Your bride,

to You we sing,

Come, Thou Fount of

our blessing
 O, 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, Come Thou King

M--Traditional W--Robert Robinson Add. Thomas Miller

2005 Thomas Miller/Gateway Create Publishing/Integritys Praise! Music

CCLI License #1501423

 Dear refuge of my weary soul,

on Thee, when sorrows rise,

On Thee, when waves of trouble roll,

my fainting hope relies.

To Thee I tell each rising grief,

for Thou alone canst heal;

Thy Word can bring a sweet relief

for every pain I feel.

 But oh! When gloomy doubts prevail,

I fear to call Thee mine;

The springs of comfort seem to fail,

and all my hopes decline.

Yet gracious God, where shall I flee?

Thou art my only trust;

And still my soul would cleave to Thee,

though prostrate in the dust.
Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face,
and shall I seek in vain?

And can the ear of sovreign grace

be deaf when I complain?

No, still the ear of sovreign grace

attends the mourners prayer;

O may I ever find access

to breathe my sorrows there.

 Thy mercy seat is open still,

here let my soul retreat;

With humble hope attend Thy will,

and wait beneath Thy feet.

Thy mercy seat is open still,

here let my soul retreat;

With humble hope attend Thy will,

and wait beneath Thy feet.

Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul

WAnne Steele MMatt Merker

2014 Matt Merker

 Jesus draw me ever nearer

As I labor through the storm.

You have called me to this passage,

and I'll follow, though I'm worn.

 May this journey bring a blessing,

May I rise on wings of faith;

And at the end of my heart's testing,

With Your likeness let me wake.

Jesus guide me through the tempest;

Keep my spirit staid and sure.

When the midnight meets the morning,

Let me love You even more.

 May this journey bring a blessing,

May I rise on wings of faith;

And at the end of my heart's testing,

With Your likeness let me wake.

 May the treasures of the trial

Form within me as I go -

And at the end of this long passage,

Let me leave them at Your throne.

 May this journey bring a blessing,

May I rise on wings of faith;

And at the end of my heart's testing,

With Your likeness let me wake.

Jesus, Draw Me Ever Nearer

W--Margaret Becker M--Keith Getty

Modern M Music 2001 Thankyou Music

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 How rich a treasure we possess

in Jesus Christ our Lord.

His blood our ransom and defense,

His glory our reward.

The sum of all created things

is worthless in compare.

For our inheritance is Him,

whose praise angels declare.

How free and costly was the love
displayed upon the cross.

While we were dead in untold sin,

the Sovereign purchased us.

The will of God the Father

demonstrated through the Son.

The Spirit seals the greatest work,

the work which Christ has done.

How vast and measureless the flood

of mercy unrestrained.

The penalty was paid in full,

the spotless lamb was slain.

Salvation, what a priceless gift,

received by grace through faith.

We stand in robes of righteousness,

we stand in Jesus name.

 Yours is the Kingdom

And the power and the glory

Yours is the Kingdom

And the power and the glory

Yours is the Kingdom

And the power and the glory

Amen!
How Rich a Treasure We Possess
Written by Matt Papa and Matt Boswell
2010 Love Your Enemies Publishing (ASCAP); Dayspring Music, LLC (BMI)

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