D7
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
{title: To God Be the Glory}
{key: G}
{time: 3/4}
{tempo: 120}
{c: Verse 1}
[G]To God [D]be the [G]glory, great [D]things He has [G/B]done;
[G/B]So [C]loved He the [G/B]world that He [A7]gave us His [D7]Son,
[G]Who yiel[D]ded [G]His life an [D]atonement for [G/B]sin,
[C]And opened the [G/B]life gate that [D]all may go [G]in.
{c: Refrain}
{soc}
Praise the [G]Lord, praise the Lord,
Let the [G]earth hear His [D]voice!
[D7]Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
Let the [D/F#]people re[G]joice!
O [G]come [C]to the [G]Father, through [D]Jesus the [G/B]Son,
And [C]give Him the [G/B]glory, great [D/F#]things He has [G]done.
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{c: Verse 2}
[G]O per[D]fect re[G]demption, the [D]purchase of [G/B]blood,
[G/B]To [C]every be[G/B]liever the [A7]promise of [D7]God;
[G]The vil[D]est o[G]ffender who [D]truly be[G/B]lieves,
[C]That moment from [G/B]Jesus a [D]pardon re[G]ceives.
{c: Verse 3}
[G]Great things [D]He has [G]taught us, great [D]things He has [G/B]done,
[G/B]And [C]great our re[G/B]joicing through [A7]Jesus the [D7]Son;
[G]But pu[D]rer, [G]and higher, [D]and greater will [G/B]be
[C]Our wonder, our [G/B]transport, when [D]Jesus we [G]see.
To God be the glory, great things He has done;
So loved He the world that He gave us His Son,
Who yielded His life an atonement for sin,
And opened the life gate 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 has 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.
Great things He has taught us, great things He has 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.
"To God Be the Glory"
Words by Fanny Crosby. Music by William Howard Doane.
Public Domain
CCLI License #1512106
{title: And Can It Be?}
{key: G}
{time: 4/4}
{tempo: 96}
{c: Verse 1}
[G]And can it [G/B]be that [C]I [D]should [G]gain
An [Am7]interest [G/B]in the [C]Sa[A/C#]vior's [D]blood?
[D]Died He for [C]me, who [G/B]caused [C]His [D]pain--
For [C]me, who [G/B]Him to [C]death [D]pur[G]sued?
[G]A[D/F#]mazing [C]love! How [Am]can it [D]be,
That [G/B]Thou, my [C]God, should [D]die for [G]me?
{c: Chorus}
{soc}
[G]Amazing [D/F#]love! How [Am]can it [Em]be,
That [C]Thou my [G/B]God, [C]should [D]die for [G]me?
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{c: Verse 2 (Alternate Lyrics)}
[G]He left His [G/B]Father's [C]throne [D]a[G]bove
So [Am7]free, so [G/B]infi[C]nite [A/C#]His [D]grace--
[D]Humbled Him[C]self, how [G/B]great [C]His [D]love!
And [C]bled for [G/B]Adam's [C]help[D]less [G]race:
[G]'Tis [D/F#]mercy [C]all, i[Am]mmense and [D]free,
O [G/B]praise my [C]God, it [D]reaches [G]me!
{c: Verse 3}
[G]Long my im[G/B]prisoned [C]spi[D]rit [G]lay,
Fast [Am7]bound in [G/B]sin and [A/C#]nature's [D]night;
[D]Thine eye dif[C]fused a [G/B]quicke[C]ning [D]ray--
I [C]woke, the [G/B]dungeon [C]flamed [D]with [G]light;
[G]My [D/F#]chains fell [C]off, my [Am]heart was [D]free,
I [G/B]rose, went [C]forth, and [D]followed [G]Thee.
{c: Verse 4}
[G]No condem[G/B]nation [C]now [D]I [G]dread;
Je[Am7]sus, and [G/B]all in [C]Him, [A/C#]is [D]mine;
[D]Alive in [C]Him, my [G/B]liv[C]ing [D]Head,
And [C]clothed in [G/B]righteous[C]ness [D]di[G]vine,
[G]Bold [D/F#]I ap[C]proach the e[Am]ternal [D]throne,
And [G/B]claim the [C]crown, through [D]Christ my [G]own.
And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Savior's blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain--
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, should die for me?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou my God, should die for me?
He left His Father's throne above
So free, so infinite His grace--
Humbled Himself, how great His love!
And bled for Adam's helpless race:
'Tis mercy all, immense and free,
O praise my God, it reaches me!
Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature's night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray--
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine;
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach the eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
"And Can It Be? (Hymn)"
Words by Charles Wesley. Music by Thomas Campbell.
Public Domain
CCLI License #1512106
C
dress, no fervent prayer,
{title: Not in Me}
{c: Verse 1}
No list of [C]sins I have not done,
No list of [C]virtues [Am]I pur[G]sue,
No list of [C]those I [F]am [G]not [Am]like
Can earn my[C]self a [G]place with [C]You.
{soc}
O God! Be [G]merci[F]ful to [C]me;
I am a [G]sinner [F]through and [Am]through.
My only [G]hope of [F]righteous[Am]ness
Is not in [C]me, but [G]only [C]You.
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{c: Verse 2}
No humble [C]dress, no fervent prayer,
No lifted [C]hands, no [Am]tearful [G]song,
No reci[C]tation [F]of [G]the [Am]truth,
Can justi[C]fy a [G]single [C]wrong.
{soc}
My righteous[G]ness is [F]Jesus' [C]life;
My debt was [G]paid by [F]Jesus' [Am]death.
My weary [G]load was [F]borne by [Am]Him
And he a[C]lone can [G]give me [C]rest. [|][Asus ][A ]
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{c: Verse 3}
No sepa[D]ration from the world,
No work I [D]do, no [Bm]gift I [A]give
Can cleanse my [D]conscience, [G]cleanse [A]my [Bm]hands;
I cannot [D]cause my [A]soul to [D]live.
{soc}
But Jesus [A]died and [G]rose [D]again;
The pow'r of [A]death is [G]over[Bm]thrown!
My God is [A]merci[G]ful to [Bm]me
And merci[D]ful in [A]Christ [D]alone.
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{c: Ending}
{soc}
My righteous[A]ness is [G]Jesus' [D]life,
My debt was [A]paid by [G]Jesus' [Bm]death,
My weary [A]load was [G]borne by [Bm]Him
And he a[D]lone can [A]give me [D]rest.
{eoc}
No list of sins I have not done,
No list of virtues I pursue,
No list of those I am not like
Can earn myself a place with You.
O God! Be merciful to me;
I am a sinner through and through.
My only hope of righteousness
Is not in me, but only You.
No humble dress, no fervent prayer,
No lifted hands, no tearful song,
No recitation of the truth,
Can justify a single wrong.
My righteousness is Jesus' life;
My debt was paid by Jesus' death.
My weary load was borne by Him
And he alone can give me rest.
No separation from the world,
No work I do, no gift I give
Can cleanse my conscience, cleanse my hands;
I cannot cause my soul to live.
But Jesus died and rose again;
The pow'r of death is overthrown!
My God is merciful to me
And merciful in Christ alone.
My righteousness is Jesus' life,
My debt was paid by Jesus' death,
My weary load was borne by Him
And he alone can give me rest.
"Not in Me"
Words and Music by David L. Ward and Eric Schumacher. Artist: The Gospel Coalition
©2012 ThousandTongues.org
CCLI License #1512106
My Hope Is Built (The Solid Rock)
{title: My Hope Is Built (The Solid Rock)}
{key: D}
{c: Verse 1}
My [D]hope is built on [A]nothing less
Than [G]Jesus' blood and [A]righteous[D]ness.
I [D]dare not trust the [A]sweetest frame,
But [G]wholly lean on [A]Jesus' [D]Name.
{c: Chorus}
{soc}
On [D]Christ the so[D/F#]lid [G]Rock I stand,
All [D]other ground is [Em]sinking [A]sand;
All [D/F#]other [G]ground is [A]sinking [D]sand.
{eoc}
{c: Verse 2}
When [D]darkness seems to [A]hide His face,
I [G]rest on His un[A]changing [D]grace.
In [D]every high and [A]stormy gale,
My [G]anchor holds with[A]in the [D]veil.
{c: Verse 3}
His [D]oath, His cove[A]nant, His blood,
Su[G]pport me in the [A]whelming [D]flood.
When [D]all around my [A]soul gives way,
He [G]then is all my [A]Hope and [D]Stay.
{c: Verse 4}
When [D]He shall come with [A]trumpet sound,
Oh [G]may I then in [A]Him be [D]found.
Dressed [D]in His righteous[A]ness alone,
Fault[G]less to stand be[A]fore the [D]throne.
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;
All other ground is sinking sand.
When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.
His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.
When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh may I then in Him be found.
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.
"My Hope Is Built (The Solid Rock)"
Words by Edward Mote. Music by William Batchelder Bradbury.
Public Domain
CCLI License #1512106