["O Come All Ye Faithful"]
All right, ladies and gentlemen, everybody.
Please take your seats. We'll begin the service tonight.
Going to take your seats, we'll begin by hearing the song number 162.
The hymnal song, 162, from God Be the Glory.
The song number 162.
["God Be the Glory"]
To God be the glory, great things He had done.
So lovely the world that He gave us His Son,
Who healed His life and atoned Him 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 had done.
Over earth, like redemption, the purchase of love,
To every believer, the promise of God,
The vilest offender, who truly leads,
That moment of Jesus' love for every seat.
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 had done.
Great things He had taught us, great things He had done,
And great are rejoicing through Jesus the Son.
The fairer and higher and greater will be,
Our wonder, our transform, 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 had done.
Thank you.
Whose all their guilty spades, Whose all their guilty spades,
Whose all their guilty spades.
And sinners, aren't we in that love,
Whose all their guilty spades.
Your dying things rejoice to see, Their fountain in his way.
And there they are, go by the sea,
Wash all my sins away,
Wash all my sins away.
And there they are, go by the sea,
Wash all my sins away.
Their dying land thy precious blood,
Shall never lose its crown.
Till all the ransomed Church of God,
Be saved to sin no more,
Be saved to sin no more.
Till all the ransomed Church of God,
Be saved to sin no more.
There sits thy grave, thy soul,
The stream, thy flowing roots of blood,
Removing one as it might be,
And shall be till I die,
Removing one as it might be,
And shall be till I die.
Then in a lower, sweeter song,
The singing of how to sing,
With his poor head spring-sparing tongue,
Thy silent in the grave,
With his poor head spring-sparing tongue,
Thy silent in the grave.
In a lower, sweeter song,
The singing of how to sing,
piano plays softly
Standing on the promises
Of Christ, my King
Through eternal ages
Let His praises ring
Glory in the highest life
We shout and sing
Standing on the promises
We'll come
Standing, standing, standing on the promises of God my Savior.
Standing, standing, 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 of Christ the Lord.
Bounted eternally by those strong for'd.
Overcome the daily birth of 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 that cannot fail.
Bless me every moment till the Spirit's gone.
Resting in my Savior as my all day long.
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.
I'm standing on the promises of God my Savior.
Standing on the promises of God my Savior.