All hail the power of Jesus’ name

Let angels prostrate fall

Bring forth the royal diadem and

Crown Him Lord of all

Bring forth the royal diadem and

Crown Him Lord of all

Ye chosen seed of Israel’s race

Ye ransomed from the fall

Hail Him who saves you

by His grace

and Crown Him Lord of all

Hail Him who saves you

by His grace

and Crown Him Lord of all

Let every kindred, every tribe

On this terrestrial ball

To Him all majesty ascribe

and Crown Him Lord of all

To Him all majesty ascribe

and Crown Him Lord of all

O that, with yonder sacred throng,

we at His feet may fall,

We’ll join the everlasting song,

and crown Him Lord of all,

We’ll join the everlasting song,

and crown Him Lord of all!

All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name

Music by Oliver Holden, words by Edward Perronet,

vs. 4 by John Rippon, arr. Ryan Foglesong

© 2011 Resolved Music

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 In days of peace and days of rest

In times of loss and loneliness 


Though rich or poor, Your word is true 

That all my ways are known to You
No trial has come beyond Your hand 

No step I walk beyond Your plan 

The path is dark outside my view 

Still all my ways are known to You
And oh what peace that I have found

Wherever I may be

For all my ways are known to You

Hallelujah, they are known to You!
 I do not fear the final night

For death will be the door to life 


You take my hand and lead me through 

For all my ways are known to You
And oh what peace that I have found

Wherever I may be

For all my ways are known to You

Hallelujah, they are known to You!
 Open up my eyes so I may see 

That You have made these ways for me 

Open up my eyes so I may see 

That You my God, will walk with me
 Open up my eyes so I may see 

That You have made these ways for me 

Open up my eyes so I may see 

That You my God, will walk with me
And oh what peace that I have found

Wherever I may be

For all my ways are known to You

Hallelujah, they are known to You!
And oh what peace that I have found

Wherever I may be

For all my ways are known to You

Hallelujah, they are known to You!

Hallelujah, they are known to You!

All My Ways Are Known to You
M and W—Jonny Robinson, Rich Thompson, Michael Farren, Dustin Smith

© 2016 CityAlight Music

CCLI License #1501423

 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.
But Jesus died and rose again—

The pow'r of death is overthrown!

My God is merciful to me

And merciful in Christ alone.

Not In Me
W and M—Eric Schumacher & David L. Ward

© 2012 ThousandTongues.org, admin by Thousand Tongues

CCLI License #1501423

 O sacred Head, now wounded,

With grief and shame weighed down,

Now scornfully surrounded

With thorns, Thine only crown;

How pale Thou art with anguish,

With sore abuse and scorn;

How does that visage languish,

Which once was bright as morn!

What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered,

Was all for sinners’ gain;

Mine, mine was the transgression,

But Thine the deadly pain.

Lo, here I fall, my Savior!

’Tis I deserve Thy place;

Look on me with Thy favor,

Assist me with Thy grace.

 What language shall I borrow

To thank Thee, dearest Friend,

For this Thy dying sorrow,

Thy pity without end?

O make me Thine forever,

And should I fainting be,

Lord, let me never, never

Outlive my love to Thee.

O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

W--Paul Gerhardt M--Hans Leo Hassler

CCLI License #1501423

 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.
 Chorus

On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;

All other ground is sinking sand,

All other ground is sinking sand.
When darkness veils His lovely face,

I rest on His unchanging grace;

In every high and stormy gale,

My anchor holds within the veil.
 Chorus

On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;

All other ground is sinking sand,

All other ground is sinking sand.
 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.
 Chorus

On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;

All other ground is sinking sand,

All other ground is sinking sand.
 When he shall come

with trumpet sound,

O may I then in him be found;

dressed in his righteousness alone,

faultless to stand

before the throne.

 Chorus

On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;

All other ground is sinking sand,

All other ground is sinking sand.

The Solid Rock

W—Edward Mote M—William B. Bradbury

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