Favourites Praise Sunday 17 October 2021

The Lord’s my shepherd, I’ll not want.
He makes me lie in pastures green.
He leads me by the still, still waters,
His goodness restores my soul.

And I will trust in You alone,
and I will trust in You alone
for Your endless mercy follows me,
Your goodness will lead me home.

He guides my ways in righteousness,
and He anoints my head with oil,
and my cup, it overflows with joy,
I feast on His pure delights.

And I will trust in You alone,
and I will trust in You alone
for Your endless mercy follows me,
Your goodness will lead me home.

And though I walk the darkest path,
I will not fear the evil one,
for You are with me, and Your rod and staff
are the comfort I need to know.

And I will trust in You alone,
and I will trust in You alone
for Your endless mercy follows me,
Your goodness will lead me home.

I lift my eyes
to the quiet hills,
in the press of a busy day;
as green hills stand
in a dusty land,
so God is my strength and stay.

I lift my eyes
to the quiet hills,
to a calm that is mine to share;
secure and still
in the Father’s will
and kept by the Father’s care.

I lift my eyes
to the quiet hills,
with a prayer as I turn to sleep;
by day, by night,
through the dark and light
my Shepherd will guard His sheep.

I lift my eyes
to the quiet hills,
and my heart to the Father’s throne;
in all my ways,
to the end of days
the Lord will preserve His own.

I stand amazed in the presence
of Jesus the Nazarene,
and wonder how He could love me,
a sinner, condemned, unclean.

How marvellous! how wonderful!
and my song shall ever be:
How marvellous! how wonderful!
is my Saviour’s love for me!

For me it was in the garden
He prayed – ‘Not My will, but Thine’;
He had no tears for His own griefs,
but sweat drops of blood for mine.

How marvellous! how wonderful!
and my song shall ever be:
How marvellous! how wonderful!
is my Saviour’s love for me!

In pity angels beheld Him,
and came from the world of light,
to comfort Him in the sorrows
He bore for my soul that night.

How marvellous! how wonderful!
and my song shall ever be:
How marvellous! how wonderful!
is my Saviour’s love for me!

He took my sins and my sorrows,
He made them His very own;
He bore the burden to Calvary
and suffered, and died alone.

How marvellous! how wonderful!
and my song shall ever be:
How marvellous! how wonderful!
is my Saviour’s love for me!

When with the ransomed in glory
His face I at last shall see,
‘twill be my joy through the ages
to sing of His love for me.

How marvellous! how wonderful!
and my song shall ever be:
How marvellous! how wonderful!
is my Saviour’s love for me!

How deep the Father’s love for us,
how vast beyond all measure,
that He should give His only Son
to make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss –
the Father turns His face away,
as wounds which mar the chosen one
bring many sons to glory.

Behold the man upon a cross,
my sin upon His shoulders;
ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held Him there
until it was accomplished;
His dying breath has brought me life –
I know that it is finished.

I will not boast in anything,
no gifts, no power, no wisdom;
but I will boast in Jesus Christ,
His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer,
but this I know with all my heart,
His wounds have paid my ransom.

Lord, the light of Your love is shining,
in the midst of the darkness, shining:
Jesus, Light of the world, shine upon us;
set us free by the truth You now bring us –
shine on me, shine on me.

Shine, Jesus, shine,
fill this land with the Father’s glory;
blaze, Spirit, blaze, set our hearts on fire.
Flow, river, flow, flood the nations with grace and mercy;
send forth Your word, Lord,
and let there be light!

Lord, I come to Your awesome presence,
from the shadows into Your radiance;
by Your blood I may enter Your brightness:
search me, try me, consume all my darkness –
shine on me, shine on me.

Shine, Jesus, shine,
fill this land with the Father’s glory;
blaze, Spirit, blaze, set our hearts on fire.
Flow, river, flow, flood the nations with grace and mercy;
send forth Your word, Lord,
and let there be light!

As we gaze on Your kingly brightness
so our faces display Your likeness,
ever changing from glory to glory:
mirrored here, may our lives tell Your story –
shine on me, shine on me.

Shine, Jesus, shine,
fill this land with the Father’s glory;
blaze, Spirit, blaze, set our hearts on fire.
Flow, river, flow, flood the nations with grace and mercy;
send forth Your word, Lord,
and let there be light!

Standing on the promises of Christ my King,
through eternal ages let His praises ring:
‘Glory in the highest!’
I will shout and sing,
standing on the promises of God.

Standing, standing, standing on the promises of God my Saviour,
standing, standing,
I’m standing on the promises of God.

Standing on the promises that cannot fail,
when the howling storms of doubt and fear assail
by the living word of God I shall prevail,
standing on the promises of God.

Standing, standing, standing on the promises of God my Saviour,
standing, standing,
I’m standing on the promises of God.

Standing on the promises I now can see
perfect, present cleansing in the blood for me;
standing in the liberty where Christ makes free,
standing on the promises of God.

Standing, standing, standing on the promises of God my Saviour,
standing, standing,
I’m standing on the promises of God.

Standing on the promises of Christ the Lord,
bound to Him eternally by love’s strong cord,
overcoming daily with the Spirit’s sword,
standing on the promises of God.

Standing, standing, standing on the promises of God my Saviour,
standing, standing,
I’m standing on the promises of God.

Standing on the promises I cannot fall,
listening every moment to the Spirit’s call,
resting in my Saviour as my all in all,
standing on the promises of God.

Standing, standing, standing on the promises of God my Saviour,
standing, standing,
I’m standing on the promises of God.