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Come Thou Fount
03:26
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My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus' blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus' name.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
His oath, His covenant, and blood
Support me in the whelming flood;
When every earthly prop gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh, may I then in Him be found,
Clothed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne!
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
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There Is A Fountain
04:33
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There is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains:
Lose all their guilty stains,
Lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in His day;
And there have I, though vile as he,
Washed all my sins away:
Washed all my sins away,
Washed all my sins away;
And there have I, though vile as he,
Washed all my sins away.
Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow'r,
Till all the ransomed church of God
Are safe, to sin no more:
Are safe, to sin no more,
Are safe, to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed church of God
Are safe, to sin no more.
E'er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die:
And shall be till I die,
And shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
When this poor, lisping, stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save:
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save,
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save;
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save.
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4. |
When It's Done
04:59
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When It's Done
Words and Music by Nathan Bayly © 2017
Verse 1
Some trust in chariots
Some trust in horses
We trust in the name of the Lord our God
Some trust in riches
Some in politicians
We trust in the name of the Lord our God
Pre-Chorus
And when it's done, we'll hear "Enter my rest"
And when it's done, we'll hear all tongues confess
And when it's done, we'll join the feast
Chorus
Since we have great High Priest
Who passed through the heavens
Jesus Christ the Son of God
Let us hold fast our confession
Let us run as not in vain
But ever seek the prize
To forever shout His glory
And be with Him in the skies
Verse 2
We are partakers,
Of a heavenly calling
One that is faithful and one that's true
Like those before us
We run-on steadfast
And Christ our strength each day renews
Verse 3
The powers of darkness
They surge around us
Seeking to steal us and destroy
But we fight onward
Toward the shores of heaven
In the mist of conflict He gives joy
Bridge
Run with courage though temptation presses hard
To His children power and strength He does impart
In His victory He calls us to take part
So don't lose heart
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