You made the starry hosts


You traced the mountain peaks


You paint the evening sky with wonders

The earth, it is Your throne

From desert to the sea

All nature testi es Your splendor
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 Praise the Lord

Praise the Lord

Sing His greatness

All creation

Praise the Lord

Raise your voice

You heights and all you depths

From furthest east to west

Let everything that has breath

Praise the Lord
 You reached into the dust

In love, Your Spirit breathed

You formed us in Your very likeness

To know Your wondrous works

To tell Your mighty deeds

To join the everlasting chorus
 Praise the Lord

Praise the Lord

Sing His greatness

All creation

Praise the Lord

Raise your voice

You heights and all you depths

From furthest east to west

Let everything that has breath

Praise the Lord
 Let symphonies resound

Let drums and choirs ring out

All heaven hear the sound of worship

Let every nation bring

Its honors to the King

A roar of harmonies eternal
 Praise the Lord

Praise the Lord

Sing His greatness

All creation
 Praise the Lord

Raise your voice

You heights and all you depths


From furthest east to west

You distant burning stars

All creatures near and far

From sky to sea to shore

Sing out forevermore

Let everything that has breath

Praise the Lord
Psalm 150
W and M—Matt Boswell and Matt Papa

© 2020 Getty Music, Messenger Hymns,

Getty Music Hymns and Songs, Love Your Enemies

CCLI License #1501423

 Praise to the Lord,

the Almighty, the King of creation!


O my soul, praise Him,

for He is thy health and salvation!


All ye who hear,

Now to His temple draw near;

Join me in glad adoration.
 Praise to the Lord,

who o’er all things

so wondrously reigneth,

Shelters thee under His wings,

yes, so gently sustaineth!


Hast thou not seen

How all thy longings have been,

Granted in what He ordaineth?
 Praise to the Lord,

who doth prosper thy work

and defend thee;


Surely His goodness

and mercy here daily attend thee.


Ponder anew

What the Almighty can do

If with His love He befriend thee.
Praise the Lord;

Praise the Lord;

Praise the Lord;

Praise the Lord.

 Praise to the Lord! 

O let all that is in me adore Him!

All that hath life and breath, 

come now with

praises before Him.


Let the Amen

Sound from His people again;

Gladly forever adore Him.
Praise the Lord;

Praise the Lord;

Praise the Lord;

Praise the Lord.

Our hearts deceive above all else

And often we surrender

Instead of listening to the One

Who o ers greater pleasure

Yet oft we heed the sinful esh

Above the Spirit’s pleading

O that we further be resolved

To trust the Shepherd’s leading

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 Direct our hearts

into the love of Christ

The steadfast and the true

Direct our hearts

into the grace of God

That ever makes us new

 Our hearts were ever so enslaved

As fallen human creatures

Our shackles then were torn away

By Jesus our redeemer

Yet oft we act with sel sh pride

As though we have no equal

O that we’d trust the Word revealed

Above the words of people

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 Direct our hearts

into the love of Christ

The steadfast and the true

Direct our hearts

into the grace of God

That ever makes us new

 Now may our savior Jesus Christ

And God our holy Father

Who loves and gives eternal hope

To every son and daughter

Rebuild the battered souls with strength

Restore the hearts that wander

Revive the weak and weary saints

Return, O God of comfort!

 Direct our hearts

into the love of Christ

The steadfast and the true

Direct our hearts

into the grace of God

That ever makes us new

 Direct our hearts

into the love of Christ

The steadfast and the true

Direct our hearts

into the grace of God

That ever makes us new

Direct Our Hearts
W—Scott Tormanen

M—Scott Tormanen, Evan Dolan, Campbell Bortel, Dawson Bryant,

Joel Conrad, Julie Harris and Meghan Weibling

© 2023 SWBC Music

CCLI License #1501423

 Marvelous grace

of our loving Lord,


Grace that exceeds our sin 

and our guilt,

Yonder on Calvary’s

mount outpoured,

There where the blood 

of the Lamb was spilt.
 Chorus

Grace, grace, God’s grace,

Grace that will pardon 

and cleanse within!

Grace, grace, God’s grace,

Grace that is greater

than all our sin!

 Dark is the stain

that we cannot hide-


What can avail to wash it away?

Look! there is owing

a crimson tide;

Whiter than snow

you may be today.

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 Chorus

Grace, grace, God’s grace,

Grace that will pardon 

and cleanse within!

Grace, grace, God’s grace,

Grace that is greater

than all our sin!

Marvelous, in nite, matchless grace,

Freely bestowed

on all who believe!


All who are longing to see His face,

Will you this moment

His grace receive?

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 Dear refuge of my weary soul,

on Thee, when sorrows rise,

On Thee, when waves of trouble roll,

my fainting hope relies.

To Thee I tell each rising grief,

for Thou alone canst heal;

Thy Word can bring a sweet relief

for every pain I feel.

 But oh! When gloomy doubts prevail,

I fear to call Thee mine;

The springs of comfort seem to fail,

and all my hopes decline.

Yet gracious God, where shall I ee?

Thou art my only trust;

And still my soul would cleave to Thee,

though prostrate in the dust.

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Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face,
and shall I seek in vain?

And can the ear of sov’reign grace

be deaf when I complain?

No, still the ear of sov’reign grace

attends the mourner’s prayer;

O may I ever nd access

to breathe my sorrows there.

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 Thy mercy seat is open still,

here let my soul retreat;

With humble hope attend Thy will,

and wait beneath Thy feet.

Thy mercy seat is open still,

here let my soul retreat;

With humble hope attend Thy will,

and wait beneath Thy feet.

Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul

W—Anne Steele M—Matt Merker

© 2014 Matt Merker