Praise The Lord

The Lord Bless You And Keep You - Arr. Peter Lutkin

The Sculptor - John M. Criswell & Jim Bradford

For my great grandparents, Vance and Oleta.

Lyrics:

1.
When softly loosed are silver lines
And youthful days are gone,
My soul will gaze out over the pines
And Jesus will take me home.

My soul will never grow old;
My vessel will be made to hold.
My Lord, I long for that land o'er the pines
Where waiteth my heavenly home.

2.
My brother, what else shall we bring?
For flowers, fading, fall.
My Father, take this life from me
Unto Thy trumpet call.

My soul will never grow old;
My vessel will be made to hold.
My Lord, I long for that land o'er the pines,
But I cannot stand alone–
O Risen, please carry me home.

O Risen, Take Me Home - Haden A. Ayers

Come to the Water - Jason Coon

–Lyrics–

1.
We’re lost in this world of great pain and woe,
Where Satan’s pow’r only seems to grow,
But we know that there is a place of rest,
For God has sent His very best.

2.
We’ll sing of Your grace ‘til Your Son returns.
We pray to You; help our hearts to learn
Of what You have done and what You’ve forgiv’n
That we might see You someday in heav’n.

CHORUS.
Over sickness and pain, over fear, over hate,
Over every burden, even when they seem great.
Over Satan’s best plans, o’er the pow’r of the grave,
Over all that this world may throw our way.
You claim victory, dear Lord, for me.

CODA.
We claim victory, dear Lord, through Thee.

Victory - Jason Coon & Kelan Owen

Remember Me - Noah Martin

–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

Jesus, Son Of God - Arr. Shane Coffman & Mike Rogers

Lyrics:

1.
Holy, holy, holy is our God.
Holy, holy, holy is our God.

CHORUS.
Hear the heavens ring with creation's voice:
"Holy, holy!"
Let the nations sing; every tongue rejoice:
"Holy, holy is our God!"

2.
Worthy, worthy, worthy is the Son.
Worthy, worthy, worthy is the Son.
(Chorus)

3.
Holy, Holy, Holy Spirit, come.
Holy, Holy, Holy Spirit, come.
(Chorus)

The Heavens Ring - Haden A. Ayers

Lyrics:

v1
In the shadows of all my faults,
Oh Lord, from You I stray.
I am lost within the echoes
Of all my own dismay.
Though, unworthy of Your favor,
You shower me with grace.
In Your boundless love, I find my home awaits

v2
Though I’m unworthy of You, Lord,
You see beyond my flaws.
Your love, perfect in beauty
Can break through all my walls.
In the tenderest voice of mercy,
Lord, You call me by my name,
Lifting me from my sorrow and my shame.

v3
Throughout all trials that I face,
And every tear I cry,
You hold me ever near You,
And never pass me by.
In Your boundlessness of mercy,
Lord, my heart can find its song,
For within Your love, I know where I belong.

Chorus
I’m unworthy of Your grace.
I’m unworthy of Your face.
Though I’m so unworthy, Lord,
You came down to set me free.
I’m unworthy of Your grace.

Praise The Lord

Javan Torbett