Every day well bless You

and praise Your name

And on Your glorious splendor

we will dwell

On Your wondrous works, Lord,

well meditate

And of Your awesome power

we will tell

Well speak of Your salvation

And Your abundant goodness

Because You are greater

than we can imagine

You are too beautiful

for us to fathom

Oh, You are great,

and greatly to be praised

 Every generation

shall sing Your worth

And magnify Your mercy

and Your grace

Well sing about the Savior

who came to earth

To bear the sins of those

He came to save

You fill our hearts with wonder

Well worship You forever

Because You are greater

than we can imagine

You are too beautiful

for us to fathom

Oh, You are great,

and greatly to be praised

Because You are greater

than we can imagine

You are too beautiful

for us to fathom

Oh, You are great,

and greatly to be praised

Greater Than We Can Imagine

W and M--Mark Altrogge

2008 Sovereign Grace Praise (BMI)

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 Praise to the Lord,

the Almighty, the King of creation!

O my soul, praise Him,

for He is thy health and salvation!

All ye who hear,
Now to His temple draw near;
Join me in glad adoration.
 Praise to the Lord,

who oer all things

so wondrously reigneth,
Shelters thee under His wings,

yes, so gently sustaineth!

Hast thou not seen
How all thy longings have been,
Granted in what He ordaineth?
 Praise to the Lord,

who doth prosper thy work

and defend thee;

Surely His goodness

and mercy here daily attend thee.

Ponder anew
What the Almighty can do
If with His love He befriend thee.
Praise the Lord;

Praise the Lord;

Praise the Lord;

Praise the Lord.

 Praise to the Lord!
O let all that is in me adore Him!
All that hath life and breath,
come now with

praises before Him.

Let the Amen
Sound from His people again;
Gladly forever adore Him.
Praise the Lord;

Praise the Lord;

Praise the Lord;

Praise the Lord.

 Praise the Lord;

Praise the Lord;

Praise the Lord;

Praise to the Lord, the Almighty

W-Joachim Neander / M-Stralsund Gesangbuch

Arr. Travis Cottrell and Paul Mills

2004 Integritys Hosanna! 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

 Stricken, smitten, and aicted

See Him dying on the tree!

Tis the Christ by man rejected

Yes, my soul, tis He, tis He!

Tis the long-expected Prophet

Davids son, yet Davids Lord

By His Son God now has spoken

Tis the true and faithful Word

 Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning

Was there ever grief like His?

Friends through fear His

cause disowning

Foes insulting His distress

Many hands were raised to wound Him

None would interpose to save

But the deepest stroke that pierced Him

Was the stroke that Justice gave

 Ye who think of sin but lightly

Nor suppose the evil great

Here may view its nature rightly

Here its guilt may estimate

Mark the sacrifice appointed

See who bears the awful load

Tis the Word, the Lords Anointed

Son of Man and Son of God

 Here we have a firm foundation

Here the refuge of the lost

Christ, the Rock of our salvation

His the name of which we boast

Lamb of God, for sinners wounded

Sacrifice to cancel guilt!

None shall ever be confounded

Who on Him their hope have built

Stricken, Smitten, and Aicted

WThomas Kelly MO Mein Jesu, Ich Muss Serben

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 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 with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
 Though Satan should buet,
though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded
my helpless estate,
And hath shed
His own blood for my soul.
 It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
 My sin- O, the bliss
of this glorious thought-
My sinnot in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross,
and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
O my soul!
 It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
 And, Lord, haste the day
when the 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 with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
It Is Well with My Soul

WHoratio G. Spaord MPhilip P. Bliss

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