Our God is Mercy Our God is mercy, our God is mercy If your heart is heavy, If your soul is thirsty There is a refuge, a home for the lonely

Our God is near, our God is near

Our God is mercy, our God is mercy If your heart is heavy, If your soul is thirsty There is a refuge, a home for the lonely

Our God is near, our God is near

The kingdom of our God is near, lift Your eyes, lift Your eyes The hope of heaven is drawing near, lift Your eyes, lift Your eyes

You're blessed if you've been torn apart, you're blessed if you've a broken heart Cause hope is waiting at the door, salvation's near…

Lift up Your eyes, lift up Your eyes, lift up Your eyes and sing…

Our God is mercy, our God is mercy If your heart is heavy, If your soul is thirsty There is a refuge, a home for the lonely

Our God is near, our God is near

Father, whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies Accepted at thy throne of grace Let this petition rise Petition

Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend Thy presence through my journey shine And crown my journeys end

Give me a calm, a thankful heart From every murmur free The blessings of thy grace impart And make me live to thee

Give me a calm, a thankful heart From every murmur free The blessings of thy grace impart And make me live to thee

You raise your hand to still the storms that rage inside of me revive my heart with gratitude Love, quell my doubt and dread

Give me a sure and rested soul From every fear relieved Thy spirits pow'r and presence mine To ever comfort me

Hebrews 12:28-29 Therefore let us be grateful for receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, and thus let us offer to God acceptable worship, with reverence and awe, for our God is a consuming fire.

Give me a calm, a thankful heart From every murmur free The blessings of thy grace impart And make me live to thee

Give me a sure and rested soul From every fear relieved Thy spirits pow'r and presence mine To ever comfort me

I Boast No More No more, my God, I boast no more Of all the duties I have done; I quit the hopes I held before, To trust the merits of Thy Son

No more my God, I boast no more.

Now, for the loss I bear His name, What was my gain I count my loss; My former pride I call my shame, And nail my glory to His cross.

No more my God, I boast no more.

Yes and I must and will esteem, All things but loss for Jesus’ sake; O may my soul be found in Him, And of his right-eousness partake. Amen.

The best obedience of my hands Dares not appear before Thy throne; But faith can answer Thy demands, By pleading what my Lord has done.

No more our God, We boast no more.

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!

You are Stronger There is Love that came for us Humbled to a sinner's cross You broke my shame and sinfulness You rose again victorious

Faithfulness none can deny Through the storm and through the fire There is truth that sets me free Jesus Christ who lives in me

You are stronger, You are stronger Sin is broken, You have saved me It is written, Christ is risen Jesus You are Lord of all

No beginning and no end You're my hope and my defense You came to seek and save the lost You paid it all upon the cross

You are stronger, You are stronger Sin is broken, You have saved me It is written, Christ is risen Jesus You are Lord of all

So let Your Name be lifted higher Be lifted higher

You are stronger, You are stronger Sin is broken, You have saved me It is written, Christ is risen Jesus You are Lord of all

Psalm 130 From the depths of woe I raise to Thee a voice of lamentation. Lord, turn a gracious ear to me and hear my supplication. If Thou iniquities dost mark, our secret sins and misdeeds dark, O who shall stand before Thee?

To wash away the crimson stain, grace, grace alone availeth. Our works, alas, are all in vain; in much the best life faileth. No man can glory in Thy sight, all must alike confess Thy might, and live alone by mercy.

Therefore my trust is in the Lord, and not in mine own merit. On Him my soul shall rest; His word upholds my fainting spirit. His promised mercy is my fort, my comfort, and my sweet support. I wait for Him with patience.

What though I wait the live-long night and ‘til the dawn appeareth, my heart still trusteth in His might; it doubteth not nor feareth. Do thus, O ye of Israel’s seed, ye of the Spirit born indeed, and wait ‘til God appeareth.

Though great our sins and sore our woes, His grace much more aboundeth. His helping love no limit knows; our utmost need it soundeth. Our Shepherd good and true is He, who will at last His people free from all their sin and sorrow.

It is Well with My Soul When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll;

Whatever my lot, Thou has 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!

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought! My sin, not 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… it is well. With my soul… with my soul. It is well, it is well with my soul!

And 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… it is well. With my soul… with my soul. It is well, it is well with my soul!