Highly Exalted - Arr. Shane Coffman & Keith Lancaster

Who Shall Stand Before The King - Ivan Costa

–Lyrics–

1.
Lord, give us Christian homes!
Homes where the Scripture is planted and learned,
Homes filled with mercy and lead by Your Word,
Homes where Your Spirit endures.

2.
Lord, give us Christian homes!
Be with the fathers and help them lead on;
May they be present, consistent, and strong,
Shielding their families from wrong.

3.
Lord, give us Christian homes!
Be with the mothers and help them to love;
May they be robed in good works from above,
Showing the power of your blood.

4.
Lord, give us Christian homes!
Be with the children and help them to grow;
Teach them the fruits of Your Spirit to show,
Keeping them safe from the foe.

Lord, give us Christian homes!

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Inspired by B.B. McKinney’s (1886-1952) “God, Give Us Christian Homes.”

Lord, Give Us Christian Homes - Haden A. Ayers

–Lyrics–

1.
We didn't see You when You came
Into this world of sin and death;
We didn't see You live in shame
In that despised Nazareth;
But we believe You walked upon
This earth You made, O Son of God.
Yes, we believe You walked upon
This earth You made, O Son of God.

2.
We didn't see You lifted high
Amid that wild and savage crew;
We didn't hear You when You cried,
"Forgive, they know not what they do!"
But we believe the work was done
That shook the earth and veiled the sun.
Yes, we believe the work was done
That shook the earth and veiled the sun.

3.
We didn't see the open tomb
Where once Your mangled body lay;
We didn't see the "upper room"
Or meet You walking on the way;
But we believe that angels said,
"Why seek the Living with the dead?"
Yes, we believe that angels said,
"Why seek the Living with the dead?"

4.
We weren't among the chosen few
Who saw You from the earth ascend;
Who raised to heav'n their wond'ring view,
Then low to earth in worship bent;
But we believe that human eyes
Beheld that journey to the skies. 
Yes, we believe that human eyes
Beheld that journey to the skies.

CODA.
Amen, amen, (3x)
We have not seen, but we believe!

© Copyright 2023 Haden A. Ayers. All Rights Reserved.
Lyrics adapted from Anne R. Richter’s (?-1857) “We Saw Thee Not –Public Domain

But We Believe - Haden A. Ayers

Lyrics:

v1
Lord, I want to honor you,
But sometimes I still fall.
And then I look unto Your throne,
And You help me conquer all.

v2
When the storms around me roar,
And I can’t find my way,
Your Word’s the light to guide me home.
I’ll forever give You praise!

v3
Jesus, thank You for Your life,
And rising from the grave.
I’ll give You all I have to give,
For You saved my soul that day.

Chorus
You keep me steady.
My eyes are upon You.
In every moment,
Your grace rings anew.

When darkness floods o’re me,
Your light breaks right through.
You keep me steady.
You keep me steady.

You keep me steady.
I trust in You.

Steady - Andrew Martin

Recorded live at the 1st Annual Praise Singing in Red Oak, Texas.

Words & Music: Michael Farren, Jonny Robinson, Dustin Smith, & Rich Thompson
Arr. Mark Sullivan, Shane Coffman, & Mike Rogers

© Copyright 2016 Farren Love And War Pub Integrity's Alleluia! Music Integrity's Praise! Music. All Rights Reserved.

Only a Holy God

The center of this powerful Nor'easter will likely come "ashore" somewhere on the New Jersey shoreline Sunday with 40-70 MPH gusts right on the beaches and areas of coastal flooding and surge at times of high tide. Heavy rain should extend past the Mass Pike into Southern New England. 


Verse 1
The wind's been howlin' down the shoreline,
Gray light breaks through sheets of rain.
The gulls all scatter inland,
They know what's comin' again.
From Sandy Hook to Barnegat Bay,
The tide's got somethin' to say-
Forty miles of roaring surf,
And power lines that sway.

Refrain
Hold on tight, it's a Nor'easter Sunday,
Comin' ashore with the ocean's cry.
From Jersey sand to the hills of Hadley,
The storm rolls on and the spirits fly.

Verse 2
The dunes are shakin', docks are groanin',
Floodlights flicker, breakers moan.
Fishermen tie down their vessels,
Say a prayer before they head home.
Rain runs wild past the Mass Pike line,
Southern New England waits its time-
Clouds like freight trains on the move,
The pulse of nature's rhyme.

Refrain
Hold on tight, it's a Nor'easter Sunday,
Comin' ashore with the ocean's cry.
From Jersey sand to the hills of Hadley,
The storm rolls on and the spirits fly.

Bridge
We've seen this dance a thousand times,
Yet each one feels brand new.
It tests the walls, it tests the hearts,
And shows what we can do.

Final Refrain
Hold on tight, it's a Nor'easter Sunday,
The tide will rise and then subside.
When morning breaks, we'll count our blessings-
And thank the sea for sparin' our side.