Refuge: Psalm 31 Unto your hands O God of truth, my spirit I commit. You have redeemed my soul from death and saved me from the pit. and saved me from the pit.

The passions of my hope and fear maintain a doubtful strife While sorrow, pain and sin conspire to take away my life

I know my days are in Your hands though I draw near to dust You are the God in whom I trust, You are my refuge.

So lift up your voice and sing aloud, and praise Him all you saints, How wondrous is His grace, He is our refuge.

Oh make your most beloved face to shine upon me now And save me for your mercy’s sake for I am lost without

While in my haste I’m quick to say “where is your help for me?” “where is your help for me?” But you attend me when I pray and you have heard my plea.

I know my days are in Your hands though I draw near to dust You are the God in whom I trust, You are my refuge.

So lift up your voice and sing aloud, and praise Him all you saints, How wondrous is His grace, He is our refuge.

Psalm 31 But I trust in you, O L ORD ; I say, “You are my God.” My days are in your hand… I had said in my distress, “I am cut off from your sight.” But you heard the voice of my pleas for mercy when I cried to you for help. So, love the L ORD, all you his saints! The L ORD preserves the faithful!

I know my days are in Your hands though I draw near to dust You are the God in whom I trust, You are my refuge.

So lift up your voice and sing aloud, and praise Him all you saints, How wondrous is His grace, He is our refuge.

I know my days are in Your hands though I draw near to dust You are the God in whom I trust, You are my refuge.

So lift up your voice and sing aloud, and praise Him all you saints, How wondrous is His grace, He is our refuge.

Man of Sorrows Man of Sorrows! what a name For the Son of God, Who came Ruined sinners to reclaim. Hallelujah… Hallelujah! Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Bearing shame and scoffing rude, In my place condemned He stood; Sealed my pardon with His blood. Hallelujah… Hallelujah! Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Guilty, vile, and helpless we; Spotless Lamb of God was He; “Full atonement!” can it be? Hallelujah… Hallelujah! Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Isaiah 53 He was despised and rejected by men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief… …because He poured out His soul unto death and was numbered with the transgressors; yet He bore the sin of many, and makes intercession for the transgressors.

Lifted up was He to die; “It is finished!” was His cry; Now in heav’n exalted high. Hallelujah… Hallelujah! Hallelujah! What a Savior!

When He comes, our glorious King, All His ransomed home to bring, Then anew His song we’ll sing:

Hallelujah, Hallelujah… Hallelujah, What a Savior!

Glorious Day One day when Heaven was filled with His praises One day when sin was as black as could be Jesus came forth to be born of a virgin Dwelt among men, my example is He

Living, He loved me Dying, He saved me Buried, He carried my sins far away Rising, He justified freely forever One day He’s coming Oh glorious day, oh glorious day

One day they led Him up Calvary’s mountain One day they nailed Him to die on a tree Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He suffering anguish, despised and rejected

One day the grave could conceal Him no longer One day the stone rolled away from the door Then He arose, over death He had conquered Now He’s ascended, my Lord evermore

Living, He loved me Dying, He saved me Buried, He carried my sins far away Rising, He justified freely forever One day He’s coming Oh glorious day, oh glorious day

One day the trumpet will sound for His coming One day the skies with His glories will shine Wonderful day, my Beloved One’s, bringing Glorious Savior, Jesus, is mine

Living, He loved me Dying, He saved me Buried, He carried my sins far away Rising, He justified freely forever One day He’s coming Oh glorious day, oh glorious day

O glorious day!

You’re Beautiful I see Your face in every sunrise The colors of the morning are inside Your eyes The world awakens in the light of the day I look up to the sky and say, “You’re beautiful”

I see Your power in the moonlit night Where planets are in motion and galaxies are bright We are amazed in the light of the stars It’s all proclaiming who You are “You’re beautiful”

I see You there hanging on a tree You bled and then You died And then You rose again for me Now You are sitting on Your heavenly throne Soon we will be coming home “You’re beautiful”

When we arrive at eternity’s shore Where death is just a memory and tears are no more We’ll enter in as the wedding bells ring Your bride will come together and we’ll sing “You’re beautiful, You're beautiful”

2 Thessalonians 1:10-11 When He comes on that day to be glorified in His saints, and to be marveled at among all who have believed, because our testimony to you was believed….

2 Thessalonians 1:10-12 To this end we always pray for you, that our God may make you worthy of his calling and may fulfill every resolve for good and every work of faith by His power, so that the name of our Lord Jesus may be glorified in you, and you in Him, according to the grace of our God and the Lord Jesus Christ.

I Am “One of Those…” I am one of those, at the table not invited, And, to all here at the feast, it’s very plain; I cannot hide in etiquette or conversation, But Christ himself sent word to me and so I came.

I am one of those who was dead and fully buried, And I still bear every stigma of decay; There is no way I can cover what I’ve been through, ‘Cause when Jesus called, I came fresh from the grave.

Though the world may number me among the foolish, I think Jesus Christ is all they need to know, Jesus suffered and paid blood to buy the lowest of the low. Hallelujah! Amen! That’s me! Yes, I am one of those!

I am one of those, who was a leper and contagious, The deformities and scars I have today; Yet while I was vile with sickness, Jesus loved me, And he healed, restored, and, through and through, remade.

I am one of those who was doomed to death in prison, And I’ve done more evil things than I could say; Jesus broke inside and there unlocked my shackles, And, to set me free, he died and took my place.

The world may number me among the foolish, ‘cause I think Jesus Christ is all they need to know, Jesus suffered and paid blood to buy the lowest of the low. Hallelujah! Amen! That’s me! Yes, I am one of those!

I am one of those, who is hard to love and ugly, Self-righteous critical religion was my stain. So I ran Christ to wash and be discovered; Jesus came to me and covered up my shame.

The world may number me among the foolish, I think Jesus Christ is all they need to know, Jesus suffered and paid blood to buy the lowest of the low. Hallelujah! Amen! That’s me! Yes, I am one of those!

The image of God invisible The firstborn of all life Before and within, He holds it all in One name, one faith, one Christ Awake My Soul

No one is good enough To save himself Awake my soul tonight To boast nothing else

I trust no other source or name Nowhere else can I hide This grace gives me fear, and this grace draws me near And all that it asks it provides

No one is good enough To save himself Awake my soul tonight To boast nothing else

No seam in this garment All my rags to hide No less than Your love for Jesus, is mine…

When I stand on the edges of Jordan With the saints and the angels beside When my body is healed and the glory revealed Then still I can boast only Christ

No one is good enough To save himself Awake my soul tonight To boast nothing else

We boast nothing else