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

CCLI License #1501423

 O worship the King,

all glorious above

O gratefully sing

His wonderful love

Our Shield and Defender,

the Ancient of Days

Pavilioned in splendor,

and girded with praise

 O tell of His might,

O sing of His grace

Whose robe is the light

and canopy space

His chariots of wrath

the deep thunderclouds form

And dark is His path

on the wings of the storm

You alone are the matchless King

To You alone be all majesty

Your glories and wonders,

what tongue can recite?

You breathe in the air,

You shine in the light

 O measureless might,

ine able love

While angels delight

to worship above

Thy mercies how tender,

how rm to the end

Our Maker, Defender,

Redeemer, and Friend

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You alone are the matchless King

To You alone be all majesty

Your glories and wonders,

what tongue can recite?

You breathe in the air,

You shine in the light.

You alone are the matchless King

To You alone be all majesty

Your glories and wonders,

what tongue can recite?

You breathe in the air,

You shine in the light

Shine in the light.
You shine in the light.


 O worship the King,

all glorious above

O gratefully sing

His wonderful love

Our Shield and Defender,

the Ancient of Days

Pavilioned in splendor,

and girded with praise

O Worship the King

W, M Arr.--Chris Tomlin

© 2004 worshiptogether.com Songs/sixsteps Music

CCLI License #1501423

Rejoice, be glad, lift your voice and sing

The King of love, our glorious King

has conquered death and lives again

Let earth and heaven ring!

 On Easter morn at the break of day,

to the tomb, the women made their way.

“He is not here,” the angel said

“He is risen from the dead!”

Rejoice, be glad, lift your voice and sing

The King of love, our glorious King

has conquered death and lives again

Let earth and heaven ring!

 The day of resurrection!

Earth, tell it out abroad;

the passover of gladness,

the passover of God.

From death to life eternal,

from earth unto the sky,

our Christ has brought us over

with hymns, hymns of victory!

Rejoice, be glad, lift your voice and sing

Let earth and heaven’s praises ring!

Alleluia, alleluia!

Alleluia, praise the risen King!

Alleluia, Praise the Risen King!
M—George J Webb W—Lloyd Larson

© 2005 Beckenhorst Press

CCLI License #1501423

 I hear the Savior say 

Thy strength indeed is small 

Child of weakness watch and pray 

Find in me thine all in all
 Jesus paid it all 

All to him I owe 

Sin had left a crimson stain 

He washed it white as snow
 Lord now indeed I nd 

Thy power and thine alone 

Can change the leper’s spots 

And melt the heart of stone
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 Jesus paid it all 

All to him I owe 

Sin had left a crimson stain 

He washed it white as snow
And when before the throne 

I stand in him complete 

Jesus died my soul to save 

My lips shall still repeat
 Jesus paid it all 

All to him I owe 

Sin had left a crimson stain 

He washed it white as snow 

Sin had left a crimson stain 

He washed it white as snow.

He washed it white as snow.

He washed it white as snow.
Oh praise the one 

who paid my debt

and raised this life

up from the dead

(Repeat)
Oh praise the one 

who paid my debt

and raised this life

up from the dead
 Jesus paid it all 

All to him I owe 

Sin had left a crimson stain 

He washed it white as snow

Sin had left a crimson stain 


He washed it white as snow 


Jesus Paid It All


W and M--Alex Nifong, Elvina M. hall & John T. Grape

© 2006 worshiptogether.com songs, sixsteps Music, Pay Me Please Publishing

CCLI License #1501423
 Jesus, lover of my soul,

Let me to Thy bosom y,

While the nearer waters roll,

While the tempest still is high.

Hide me, O my Savior, hide,

’Til the storm is past;

Safe into the haven guide;

Receive my soul at last.
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 Other refuge have I none,

I helpless hang on thee;

Leave, ah leave me not alone,

still support and comfort me!

All my trust on Thee is stayed,

Help from Thee I bring;

Cover my defenseless head

The shadow of Thy wing.
 Thou, O Christ, art all I want,

More than all in Thee I nd;

Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind.

Just and holy is Thy Name,

I am all unrighteousness;

False and full of sin I am;

Thou full of truth and grace.
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Plenteous grace with Thee is found,

Grace to cover all my sin;

Let the healing streams abound;

Make and keep me pure within.

Thou of life the fountain art,

Let me take of Thee;

Spring Thou up within my heart;

To all eternity.

Jesus, Lover of My Soul

W--Charles Wesley M--Greg Thompson

© 2000 Greg Thompson Music

CCLI License #1501423

 The sands of time are sinking,

The dawn of Heaven breaks;

The summer morn I’ve sighed for,

The fair, sweet morn awakes;

Dark, dark hath been the midnight,

But dayspring is at hand,

And glory, glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.
 The King there in His beauty,

Without a veil is seen;

It were a well spent journey,

Though sev’n deaths lay between;

The Lamb with His fair army

Doth on Mount Zion stand,

And glory, glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.
 O Christ, He is the fountain,

The deep, deep well of love;

The streams on earth I’ve tasted,

More deep I’ll drink above;

There to an ocean fullness

His mercy doth expand,

And glory, glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.
 With mercy and with judgment

My web of time He wove;

And aye the dews of sorrow

Were lustered with His love;

I’ll bless the hand that guided,

I’ll bless the heart that planned,

When throned where glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.
 Oh! I am my Beloved’s

And my Beloved’s mine!

He brings a poor, vile sinner

Into His “house of wine;”

I stand upon His merit,

I know no other stand,

Not e’en where glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.
 The bride eyes not her garments,

But her dear Bridegroom’s face;

I will not gaze at glory

But on my King of grace;

Not at the crown He giveth,

But on His pierced hand;

The Lamb is all the glory

Of Immanuel’s land.
The Sands of Time are Sinking

W — Anne Ross Cousin (1857), based on the letters of Samuel Rutherford, Public Domain;

M — Connie Dever, © 2014

CCLI License #1501423