Category: Hymns and Worship

All ye that pass by, to Jesus draw nigh;
To you is it nothing that Jesus should die?
Your ransom and peace, your surety He is;
Come, see if there ever was sorrow like His.

For what you have done His blood must atone;
The Father hath punished for you His dear Son.
The Lord, in the day of His anger, did lay
Your sins on the Lamb, and He bore them away.

He answered for all; oh, come at His call,
And low at His cross with astonishment fall!
But lift up your eyes at Jesus’ cries:
Impassive, He suffers; immortal, He dies.

He dies to atone for sins not His own;
Your debt He hath paid, and your work He hath done.
Ye all may receive the peace He did leave
Who made intercession, “My Father, forgive!”

For you and for me He prayed on the tree;
The prayer is accepted, the sinner is free.
That sinner am I, who on Jesus rely
And come for the pardon God cannot deny.

My pardon I claim; for a sinner I am,
A sinner believing in Jesus’ name.
He purchased the grace which now I embrace;
O Father, Thou know’st He hath died in my place.

His death is my plea; my advocate see,
And hear the blood speak that hath answered for me.
My ransom He was when He bled on the cross,
And losing His life, He hath carried my cause.

Listen to the sermon “The Death of Jesus”

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We sing the praise of Him who died,
Of Him who died upon the cross.
The sinner’s hope let men deride;
For this we count the world but loss.

Inscribed upon the cross we see
In shining letters “God is love.”
He bears our sins upon the tree;
He brings us mercy from above.

The cross! It takes our guilt away;
It holds the fainting spirit up;
It cheers with hope the gloomy day
And sweetens every bitter cup.

It makes the coward spirit brave
And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
It takes the terror from the grave
And gilds the bed of death with light.

The balm of life, the cure of woe,
The measure and the pledge of love,
The sinner’s refuge here below,
The angels’ theme in heav’n above.

To Christ, who won for sinners grace
By bitter grief and anguish sore,
Be praise from all the ransomed race
Forever and forevermore.

Listen to the sermon “They Crucified Him”

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I stand amazed in the presence
Of Jesus the Nazarene
And wonder how He could love me, 
A sinner, condemned, unclean.

How marvelous, how wonderful!
And my song shall ever be:
How marvelous, how wonderful
Is my Savior’s love for me!

For me it was in the garden
He prayed, “Not My will but Thine.”
He had no tears for His own griefs
But sweat drops of blood for mine.

In pity angels beheld Him,
And came from the world of light
To comfort Him in the sorrows
He bore for my soul that night.

He took my sins and my sorrows;
He made them his very own.
He bore the burden to Calvary
And suffered and died alone.

When with the ransomed in glory
His face I at last shall see,
’Twill be my joy through the ages
To sing of His love for me.

Listen to the sermon “Who Is This?”

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Give me a sight, O Savior,
Of Thy wondrous love to me,
Of the love that brought Thee down to earth
To die on Calvary.

Oh, make me understand it,
Help me to take it in,
What it meant to Thee, the Holy One,
To bear away my sin.

Was it the nails, O Savior,
That bound Thee to the tree?
Nay, ’twas Thine everlasting love,
Thy love for me, for me.

Oh, wonder of all wonders,
That through Thy death for me,
My open sins, my secret sins
Can all forgiven be!

Then melt my heart, O Savior,
Bend me, yea, break me down,
Until I own Thee Conqueror
And Lord and Sovereign crown.

Listen to the message “It Is Finished!”

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Come, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne.
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

“Worthy the Lamb that died,” they cry,
“To be exalted thus!”
“Worthy the Lamb,” our hearts reply,
“For He was slain for us!”

Jesus is worthy to receive
Honor and power divine,
And blessings more than we can give
Be, Lord, forever Thine.

Let all that dwell above the sky
And air and earth and seas
Conspire to lift Thy glories high
And speak Thine endless praise!

The whole creation join in one
To bless the sacred name
Of Him who sits upon the throne
And to adore the Lamb.

Listen to the sermon “Sing!”

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We love the place, O God,
Wherein Thine honor dwells;
The joy of Thine abode
All earthly joy excels.

It is the house of prayer
Wherein Thy servants meet;
And Thou, O Lord, art there
Thy chosen flock to greet.

We love the sacred font;
For there the holy Dove
To pour is ever wont
His blessings from above.

We love Thine altar, Lord;
Oh, what on earth so dear?
For there in faith adored
We find Thy presence near.

We love the Word of Life,
The Word that tells of peace,
Of comfort in the strife,
And joys that never cease.

We love to sing below
For mercies freely giv’n;
But, oh, we long to know
The triumph song of heav’n.

Lord Jesus, give us grace
On earth to love Thee more,
In heav’n to see Thy face
And with Thy saints adore.

Listen to the Message “Concerning Worship” by Alistair Begg

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Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God;
He whose Word cannot be broken
Formed thee for His own abode.
On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation’s walls surrounded,
Thou may’st smile at all thy foes.

See, the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters
And all fear of want remove.
Who can faint while such a river
Ever flows their thirst t’assuage?
Grace, which like the Lord, the giver,
Never fails from age to age.

’Round each habitation hov’ring,
See the cloud and fire appear
For a glory and a cov’ring,
Showing that the Lord is near.
Thus deriving from their banner
Light by night and shade by day,
Safe they feed upon the manna
Which He gives them when they pray.

Blest inhabitants of Zion,
Washed in the Redeemer’s blood!
Jesus, whom their souls rely on,
Makes them kings and priests to God.
’Tis His love His people raises
Over self to reign as kings,
And as priests, His solemn praises
Each for a thank offering brings.

Savior, if of Zion’s city
I, through grace, a member am,
Let the world deride or pity;
I will glory in Thy name.
Fading is the worldling’s pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show;
Solid joys and lasting treasure
None but Zion’s children know.

Listen to the message "Learning How to Worship: An Application"

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