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O Happy Day is written by Phillip Doddridge and E. F. Rimbault. O happy day that fixed my choice on Thee, my Savior and my God! Well may this glowing heart rejoice and tell its raptures all abroad. Happy day, happy day, when Jesus washed my sins away! He taught me how to watch and pray And live rejoicing every day. Happy day, happy day, when Jesus washed my sins away! O happy bond that seals my vows to Him Who merits all my love! Let cheerful anthems fill His house, while to that sacred shrine I move. Happy day, happy day, when Jesus washed my sins away! He taught me how to watch and pray And live rejoicing every day. Happy day, happy day, when Jesus washed my sins away! 'Tis done, this great transaction's done, I am my Lord's and He is mine! He drew me and I followed on, glad to confess the voice divine. Happy day, happy day, when Jesus washed my sins away! He taught me how to watch and pray And live rejoicing every day. Happy day, happy day, when Jesus washed my sins away! Now rest, my long-divided heart, fixed on this blissful center, rest. Nor ever from thy Lord depart, with Him of every good possessed. Happy day, happy day, when Jesus washed my sins away! He taught me how to watch and pray And live rejoicing every day. Happy day, happy day, when Jesus washed my sins away!

This is the story of how the hymn, "How Great Thou Art", came to be. A narrator speaks with the hymn playing in the background.

Praise Him! Praise Him! is written by Fanny J. Crosby, 1820-1915 and Chester G. Allen, 1838-1878. Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer! Sing, o earth, His wonderful love proclaim! Hail Him! Hail Him! Highest archangels in glory Strength and honor give to His holy name! Like a shepherd Jesus will guard His children In His arms He carries them all day long Praise Him! Praise Him! Tell of His excellent greatness Praise Him! Praise Him! Ever in joyful song! Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer! For our sins He suffered and bled and died He our Rock, our hope of eternal salvation Hail Him! Hail Him! Jesus the Crucified. Sound His praises! Jesus who bore our sorrows Love unbounded, wonderful, deep and strong Praise Him! Praise Him! Tell of His excellent greatness Praise Him! Praise Him! Ever in joyful song! Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus our blessed Redeemer! Heavenly portals loud with hosannas ring! Jesus, Savior, reigneth forever and ever Crown Him! Crown Him! Prophet and Priest and King! Christ is coming! Over the world victorious Power and glory unto the Lord belong Praise Him! Praise Him! Tell of His excellent greatness Praise Him! Praise Him! Ever in joyful song!

Psalm 37 is being sung extemporaneously, without reading it in written music. The singer is believing that the Holy Spirit will provide the tune as they take faith and begin to sing. Music and arrangement Copyright 2022 Create New Day Music. Do not get upset because of evildoers Do not be envious of wrongdoers. For they will wither quickly like the grass And decay like the green plants. Trust in the LORD and do good Live in the land and cultivate faithfulness. Delight yourself in the LORD And He will give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the LORD Trust also in Him, and He will do it. He will bring out your righteousness as the light And your judgment as the noonday. Rest in the LORD and wait patiently for Him Do not get upset because of one who is successful in his way Because of the person who carries out wicked schemes. Cease from anger and abandon wrath Do not get upset, it leads only to evildoing. For evildoers will be eliminated But those who wait for the LORD, they will inherit the land. Yet a little while and the wicked person will be no more And you will look carefully for his place and he will not be there. But the humble will inherit the land And will delight themselves in abundant prosperity. The wicked plots against the righteous And gnashes at him with his teeth. The LORD laughs at him For He sees that his day is coming. The wicked have drawn the sword and bent their bow To take down the afflicted and the needy To kill off those who are upright in conduct. Their sword will enter their own heart And their bows will be broken. Better is the little of the righteous Than the abundance of many wicked. For the arms of the wicked will be broken But the LORD sustains the righteous.

I Am Thine, O Lord is written by Fanny J. Crosby, 1875 and William H. Doane, 1875. I am Thine, o Lord, I have heard Thy Voice And it told Thy love to me But I long to rise in the arms of faith And be closer drawn to Thee. Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord To the cross where Thou hast died Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord To Thy precious, bleeding side. Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord By the power of grace divine Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope And my will be lost in Thine Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord To Thy precious, bleeding side. O the pure delight of a single hour That before Thy throne I spend when I kneel in prayer and with Thee, my God I commune as friend with friend! Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord To Thy precious, bleeding side.

Rock Of Ages is written by Augustus M. Toplady, 1776 and Thomas Hastings, 1830. Rock of ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in Thee Let the water and the blood, from Thy wounded side which flowed Be of sin the double cure, save from wrath and make me pure. Could my tears forever flow, could my zeal no languor know These for sin could not atone, Thou must save, and Thou alone In my hand no price I bring, simply to Thy cross I cling. When I rise to worlds unknown, and behold Thee on Thy throne Rock of ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in Thee.

Psalm 36 is being sung extemporaneously, without reading it in written music. The singer is believing that the Holy Spirit will provide the tune as they take faith and begin to sing. Music and arrangement Copyright 2022 Create New Day Music. Wrongdoing speaks to the ungodly within his heart There is no fear of God before his eyes. For it flatters him in his own eyes Concerning the discovery of his wrongful deed and the hatred of it. The words of his mouth are wickedness and deceit He has ceased to be wise and to do good. He plans wickedness on his bed He sets himself on a path that is not good He does not reject evil. Your mercy, LORD, extends to the heavens Your faithfulness reaches to the skies. Your righteousness is like the mountains of God Your judgments are like the great deep. LORD, You protect mankind and animals. How precious is Your mercy, God! And the sons of mankind take refuge in the shadow of Your wings. They drink their fill of the abundance of Your house And You allow them to drink from the river of Your delights. For the fountain of life is with You In Your light we see light. Prolong Your mercy to those who know You And Your righteousness to the upright of heart. May the foot of pride not come upon me And may the hand of the wicked not drive me away. Those who do injustice have fallen there They have been thrust down and cannot rise.

My Redeemer is written by Philip P. Bliss, 1838-1876 and James McGranahan, 1840-1907. I will sing of my Redeemer and His wondrous love to me On the cruel cross He suffered, from the curse to set me free. Sing, Oh, sing of my Redeemer With His blood He purchased me On the cross He sealed my pardon Paid the debt and made me free. I will tell the wondrous story, how my lost estate to save In His boundless love and mercy, He the ransom freely gave. Sing, Oh, sing of my Redeemer With His blood He purchased me On the cross He sealed my pardon Paid the debt and made me free. I will praise my dear Redeemer, His triumphant power I'll tell How the victory He giveth over sin, and death, and hell. Sing, Oh, sing of my Redeemer With His blood He purchased me On the cross He sealed my pardon Paid the debt and made me free. I will sing of my Redeemer, and His heavenly love to me He from death to life hath brought me, Son of God, with Him to be. Sing, Oh, sing of my Redeemer With His blood He purchased me On the cross He sealed my pardon Paid the debt and made me free.

Bringing In The Sheaves is written by Knowles Shaw, 1834-1878 and George A Minor, 1844-1904. Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows Fearing neither clouds nor winter's chilling breeze By and by the harvest and the labor ended We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves When our weeping's over, He will bid us welcome We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.

Psalm 34 is being sung extemporaneously, without reading it in written music. The singer is believing that the Holy Spirit will provide the tune as they take faith and begin to sing. Music and arrangement Copyright 2022 Create New Day Music. Psalm 34 I will bless the LORD at all times His praise shall continually be in my mouth. My soul will make its boast in the LORD The humble will hear it and rejoice. Exalt the LORD with me And let's exalt His Name together. I sought the LORD and He answered me And rescued me from all my fears. They looked to Him and were radiant And their faces will never be ashamed. This wretched man cried out and the LORD heard him And saved him out of all his troubles. The angel of the LORD encamps around those who fear Him And rescues them. Taste and see that the LORD is good How blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him! Fear the LORD, you His saints For to those who fear Him there is no lack of anything. The young lions do without and suffer hunger But they who seek the LORD will not lack any good thing. Come, you children, listen to me I will teach you the fear of the LORD. Who is the person who desires life And loves length of days, that he may see good? Keep your tongue from evil And your lips from speaking deceit. Turn from evil and do good Seek peace and pursue it. The eyes of the LORD are toward the righteous And His ears are toward their cry for help. The face of the LORD is against evildoers To eliminate the memory of them from the earth. The righteous cry out and the LORD hears And rescues them from all their troubles. The LORD is near to the brokenhearted And saves those who are crushed in spirit. The afflictions of the righteous are many But the LORD rescues him from them all. He protects all his bones Not one of them is broken. Evil will bring death to the wicked And those who hate the righteous will suffer for their guilt. The LORD redeems the souls of His servants And none of those who take refuge in Him will suffer for their guilt.

Victory In Jesus is written by E. M. Bartlett. I heard an old, old story, how a Savior came from glory How He gave His life on Calvary to save a wretch like me. I heard about His groaning, of His precious blood's atoning Then I repented of my sins and won the victory. Oh, victory in Jesus, my Savior forever! He sought me and bought me with His redeeming blood. He loved me ere I knew Him, and all my love is due Him. He plunged me to victory beneath the cleansing flood. I heard about His healing, of His cleansing power revealing How He made the lame to walk again and caused the blind to see. And then I cried, "Dear Jesus, come and heal my broken spirit" And somehow Jesus came and brought to me the victory. Oh, victory in Jesus, my Savior forever! He sought me and bought me with His redeeming blood. He loved me ere I knew Him, and all my love is due Him. He plunged me to victory beneath the cleansing flood.

When I Survey The Wondrous Cross is written by Isaac Watts, 1707 and the tune is arranged by Lowell Mason, 1824 from a Gregorian Chant. When I survey the wondrous cross on which the Prince of Glory died My richest gain I count but loss and pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast Save in the death of Christ, my Lord All the vain things that charm me most I sacrifice them to His blood. See, from His head, His hands, His feet Sorrow and love flow mingled down Did e'er such love and sorrow meet Or thorns compose so rich a crown? Were the whole realm of nature mine That were a present far too small Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Psalm 35 is being sung extemporaneously, without reading it in written music. The singer is believing that the Holy Spirit will provide the tune as they take faith and begin to sing. Music and arrangement Copyright 2022 Create New Day Music. Contend, LORD, with those who contend with me Fight against those who fight against me. Take hold of buckler and shield And rise up as my help. Draw also the spear and the battle-axe to meet those who pursue me Say to my soul, "I am your salvation." Let those be ashamed and dishonored who seek my life Let those be turned back and humiliated who devise evil against me. Let them be like chaff before the wind With the angel of the LORD driving them on. Let their way be dark and slippery With the angel of the LORD pursuing them. For they hid their net for me without cause Without cause they dug a pit for my soul. Let destruction come upon him when he is unaware And let the net which he hid catch him Let him fall into that very destruction. So my soul shall rejoice in the LORD It shall rejoice in His salvation. All my bones will say, "LORD, Who is like You Who rescues the afflicted from one who is too strong for him And the afflicted and the poor from one who robs him?" Malicious witnesses rise up They ask me things I do not know. They repay me evil for good To the bereavement of my soul. But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth I humbled my soul with fasting But my prayer kept returning to me. I went about as though it were my friend or brother I bowed down in mourning, like one who mourns for a mother. But at my stumbling they rejoiced and gathered themselves together The afflicted people whom I did not know gathered together against me They slandered me without ceasing. Like godless jesters at a feast They gnashed at me with their teeth. Lord, how long will You look on? Rescue my soul from their ravages My only life from the lions. I will give You thanks in the great congregation I will praise You among a mighty people. Do not let those who are wrongfully my enemies rejoice over me Nor let those who hate me for no reason wink maliciously. For they do not speak peace But they devise deceitful words against those who are quiet in the land. They opened their mouth wide against me They said, "Aha, aha! Our eyes have seen it!" You have seen it, LORD, do not keep silent Lord, do not be far from me. Stir Yourself, and awake to my right And to my cause, my God and my Lord. Judge me, LORD my God, according to Your righeousness And do not let them rejoice over me. Do not let them say in their heart, "Aha, our desire!" Do not let them say, "We have swallowed him up!" May those be ashamed and altogether humiliated Who rejoice at my distress May those who exalt themselves over me Be clothed with shame and dishonor. May those shout for joy and rejoice Who take delight in my vindication And may they say continually, "The LORD be exalted Who delights in the prosperity of His servant." And my tongue shall proclaim Your righteousness And Your praise all day long.

O Happy Day is written by Phillip Doddridge and E. F. Rimbault. O happy day, that fixed my choice On Thee, my Savior and my God! Well may this glowing heart rejoice And tell its raptures all abroad. Happy day, happy day When Jesus washed my sins away! He taught me how to watch and pray And live rejoicing every day Happy day, happy day When Jesus washed my sins away! O happy bond that seals my vows To Him Who merits all my love! Let cheerful anthems fill His house While to that sacred shrine I move. When Jesus washed my sins away! He taught me how to watch and pray And live rejoicing every day Happy day, happy day When Jesus washed my sins away! 'Tis done, this great transaction's done I am my Lord's and He is mine! He drew me and I followed on Glad to confess the voice divine. When Jesus washed my sins away! He taught me how to watch and pray And live rejoicing every day Happy day, happy day When Jesus washed my sins away! Now rest, my long-divided heart Fixed on this blissful center, rest. Nor ever from thy Lord depart With Him of every good possessed. When Jesus washed my sins away! He taught me how to watch and pray And live rejoicing every day Happy day, happy day When Jesus washed my sins away!

Fairest Lord Jesus is written by Milnster Gesangbuch, 1677. This song is not the familiar Sunday school song, but rather it is a beautiful version written more than 300 years ago. Fairest Lord Jesus, ruler of all nature O Thou of God and man the Son. Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor Thou, my soul's glory, joy, and crown. Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands Robed in the blooming garb of spring Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer Who makes the woeful heart to sing. Fair is the sunshine, fairer still the moonlight And all the twinkling, starry host Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer Than all the angels heaven can boast. Amen.

Standing On The Promises is written by R. Kelso Carter, c. 1886. Standing on the promises of Christ our 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 Savior 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 Savior 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 Savior 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 Savior Standing, standing, I'm standing on the promises of God. Standing on the promises I cannot fall List'ning every moment to the Spirit's call Resting in my Savior as my all in all Standing on the promises of God Standing, standing, standing on the promises of God my Savior Standing, standing, I'm standing on the promises of God.

We are able to go up and take the country And possess the land from Jordan to the sea And though giants tall be there our way to hinder God will surely give the victory.

Rejoice, Ye Pure In Heart is written by Edward H. Plumpire and Arthur H. Messiter. Rejoice, ye pure in heart! Rejoice, give thanks and sing! Your glorious banner wave on high The cross of Christ your King! Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice give thanks and sing. Bright youth and snow-crowned age Strong men and maidens meek Raise high your free, exulting song! God's wondrous praises speak! Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice give thanks and sing. With all the angel choirs With all the saints of earth Pour out the strains of joy and bliss True rapture, noblest mirth! Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice give thanks and sing. Then on, ye pure in heart! Rejoice, give thanks and sing! Your glorious banner wave on high The cross of Christ your King! Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice give thanks and sing.

Onward, Christian Soldiers is written by S. Baring-Gould, 1864 and Arthur S. Sullivan, 1871. Onward Christian soldiers, marching as to war With the cross of Jesus going on before! Christ, the royal Master, leads against the foe Forward into battle, see His banners go. Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war With the cross of Jesus going on before! At the sign of triumph satan's host doth flee On then, Christian soldiers, on to victory! Hell's foundations quiver at the shout of praise Brothers, lift your voices, loud your anthems raise. Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war With the cross of Jesus going on before! Like a mighty army moves the Church of God Brothers, we are treading where the saints have trod We are not divided, all one body we One in hope and doctrine, one in charity. Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war With the cross of Jesus going on before! Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise and wane But the Church of Jesus constant will remain Gates of hell can never 'gainst that Church prevail We have Christ's own promise, and that cannot fail. Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war With the cross of Jesus going on before! Onward, then, ye people, join our happy throng Blend with ours your voices in the triumph song Glory, laud, and honor, unto Christ the King This through countless ages men and angels sing. Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war With the cross of Jesus going on before!

All Glory, Laud And Honor is written by Theodulph of Orleans, c. 820 and Melchior Teschner, 1615. All glory, laud and honor to Thee, Redeemer King To Whom the lips of children made sweet hosannas ring! Thou art the King of Israel, Thou David's royal Son Who in the Lord's name comest, the King and blessed One. All glory, laud and honor to Thee, Redeemer King To Whom the lips of children made sweet hosannas ring! The company of angels are praising Thee on high And mortal men and all things created make reply. All glory, laud and honor to Thee, Redeemer King To Whom the lips of children made sweet hosannas ring! The people of the Hebrews with palms before Thee went Our praise and prayer and anthems before Thee we present. All glory, laud and honor to Thee, Redeemer King To Whom the lips of children made sweet hosannas ring! To Thee, before Thy Passion, were lifted hymns of praise To Thee, now high exalted, our melody we raise. All glory, laud and honor to Thee, Redeemer King To Whom the lips of children made sweet hosannas ring! Thou didst accept their praises; accept the prayers we bring Who in all good delightest, Thou good and gracious King!

To God Be The Glory is written by Fanny J. Crosby, 1820-1915 and William H. Doane, 1832-1915. To God be the glory, great things He hath done So loved He the world that He gave us His Son Who yielded His life an atonement for sin And opened the Lifegate that all may go in. Praise the Lord, praise the Lord Let the earth hear His voice Praise the Lord, praise the Lord Let the people rejoice O come to the Father through Jesus the Son And give Him the glory, great things He hath done. O perfect redemption, the purchase of blood To every believer the promise of God The vilest offender who truly believes That moment from Jesus a pardon receives. Praise the Lord, praise the Lord Let the earth hear His voice Praise the Lord, praise the Lord Let the people rejoice O come to the Father through Jesus the Son And give Him the glory, great things He hath done. Great things He hath taught us, great things He hath done And great our rejoicing through Jesus the Son But purer and higher and greater will be Our wonder, our transport, when Jesus we see. Praise the Lord, praise the Lord Let the earth hear His voice Praise the Lord, praise the Lord Let the people rejoice O come to the Father through Jesus the Son And give Him the glory, great things He hath done.

O Worship The King is written by Robert Grant, 1833 and William Croft, 1708. O worship the King, all glorious above! O gratefully sing His power and His love Our shield and defender, the Ancient of Days Pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise. O tell of His might! O sing of His grace! Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form And dark is His path on the wings of the storm. Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air; it shines in the light It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain. Frail children of dust and feeble as frail In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail. Thy mercies how tender! How firm to the end! Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!

Come, Thou Almighty King is written by an unknown person c. 1757 and the tune is by Felice De Giardini, 1769. Come, Thou almighty King Help up Thy name to sing Help us to praise Father! All glorious, o'er all victorious Come and reign over us, Ancient of Days! Come Thou Incarnate Word Gird on Thy mighty sword Our prayer attend Come, and Thy people bless And give Thy Word success Spirit of holiness! On us descend. Come, holy Comforter! Thy sacred witness bear In this glad hour Thou, Who almighty art Now rule in every heart And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of power. To the great One in Three The highest praises be Hence evermore! His sov'reign majesty May we in glory see And to eternity love and adore.

The Church's One Foundation is written by Samuel J. Stone, 1866 and Samuel S. Wesley, 1864. The Church's one foundation is Jesus Christ her Lord She is His new creation by water and the Word From heav'n He came and sought her to be His holy bride With His own blood He bought her and for her life He died. Elect from every nation, yet one o'er all the earth Her charter of salvation, one Lord, one faith, one birth One holy Name she blesses, partakes one holy food And to one hope she presses with every grace endued. Yet she on earth hath union with God, the Three in One And mystic sweet communion with those whose rest is won. O blessed heav'nly chorus! Lord, save us by Your grace That we, like saints before us, may see You face to face. Though with a scornful wonder this world sees her oppressed By schisms rent asunder, by heresies distressed Yet saints their watch are keeping, their cry goes up: "How long?" And soon the night of weeping shall be the morn of song.

Jesus Shall Reign is written by Isaac Watts, 1719 and John Hatton, 1793. Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run His Kingdom spread from shore to shore Till moons shall wax and wane no more. To Him shall endless prayer be made And praises throng to crown His head His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise With every morning sacrifice. People and realms of every tongue Dwell on His love with sweetest song And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His name. Blessings abound where'er He reigns The prisoner leaps to loose his chains The weary find eternal rest And all the sons of want are blest. Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honors to our King Angels descend with songs again And earth repeat the loud amen!