You are holy My hope is built on nothing less

Than Jesus blood and righteousness

You are holy, holy I dare not trust the sweetest frame
Lord there is none, like you But wholly trust in Jesus name
You are holy, holy My hope is built on nothing less
Glory to you, my lord (2x) Than Jesus blood and righteousness
I sing your praises forever I dare not trust the sweetest frame
Deeper in love with you But wholly trust in Jesus name
Here in your courts
Where I'm close to your throne Christ alone, Cornerstone
I've found better light in you lord (2x) Weak made strong in the Saviour's love
Through the storm, He is Lord
trading my sorrows Lord of all

"I'm trading my sorrows When darkness seems to hide His face

I'm trading my shame I rest on His unchanging grace
I'm laying them downFor the joy of the Lord In every high and stormy gale
I'm trading my sickness My anchor holds within the veil
I'm trading my pain My anchor holds within the veil
I'm laying them downFor the joy of the Lord
Christ alone, Cornerstone
We Say Weak made strong in the Saviour's love
Yes Lord yes Lord Through the storm, He is Lord
Yes yes Lord Lord of all 2x
Yes Lord yes Lord
Yes yes Lord When He shall come with trumpet sound
Yes Lord yes Lord Oh may I then in Him be found
Yes yes Lord Amen Dressed in His righteousness alone
Faultless stand before the throne
War song
Christ alone, Cornerstone
We have a weapon of warfare Weak made strong in the Saviour's love
The praises of God in my mouth Through the storm, He is Lord
We have sword of the Spirit Lord of all
The word of truth, the word of God
Amazing Love
For no weapon formed against us will prosper
For the battle is the Lord's and he'll not fail I'm forgiven because You were forsaken,
We will go forth and praise the name of Jesus I'm accepted, You were condemned.
And execute His vegeance on the powers of the air... I am alive and well, Your sprit is within me,
Because You died and rose again.
As we clap our hands
We will strike the enemy Amazing love, How can it be?
As we dance with joy That You, my King would die for me?
The host of the hell will flee... Amazing love, I know it's true.
As we lift our hands It's my joy to honour You,
His banner will be raised In all I do, I honour You.
And with a shout of victory (wooo)
His name will be praised...

We do not fight with earthly weapons You are my King

But with the weapons of the Lord
We are the church the mighty army
A people of praise, a people of war
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Jesus You are my King
(Repeat x4)
Isaiah had a vision of the unsearchable glory of God. He saw the Lord
in His throne room, high and lifted up, and His glory fi lled the room.
Around Him stood massive angels called seraphim, who, because of
God’s great glory, cover their faces with their wings and cry out:
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of His
glory!

—Isaiah 6:3

"Cornerstone"