Lyrics for high school ministry worship time on March 31, 2021 at the church.


Rejoice

Come and stand before your Maker
Full of wonder, full of fear;
Come behold His power and glory,
Yet with confidence draw near.
For the one who holds the heavens,
And commands the stars above,
Is the God who bends to bless us
With an unrelenting love.

Chorus
Rejoice! Come and lift your hands, and
Raise your voice! He is worthy of our praise.
Rejoice! Sing of mercies of your King,
And with trembling, rejoice.

We are children of the promise,
The beloved of the Lord—
Won with everlasting kindness,
Bought with sacrificial blood—
Bringing reconciliation
To a world that longs to know
The affections of a Father
Who will never let them go.

All our sickness, all our sorrows,
Jesus carried up the hill;
He has walked this path before us,
He is walking with us still,
Turning tragedy to triumph,
Turning agony to praise,
There is blessing in the battle,
So take heart and stand amazed.

Rejoice! When you cry to Him, He hears
Your voice. He will wipe away your tears.
Rejoice! In the midst of suffering,
He will help you sing.

 


Living Hope

How great the chasm that lay between us,
How high the mountain I could not climb.
In desperation, I turned to heaven
And spoke your name into the night.
Then, through the darkness,
Your lovingkindness
Tore through the shadows of my soul;
The work is finished, the end is written,
Jesus Christ, my living hope.

Who could imagine so great a mercy?
What heart could fathom such boundless grace?
The God of ages stepped down from glory
To wear my sin and bear my shame.
The cross has spoken, I am forgiven,
The king of kings calls me His own.
Beautiful savior, I'm yours forever,
Jesus Christ, my living hope.

Chorus
Hallelujah, praise the one who set me free!
Hallelujah, death has lost its grip on me.
You have broken every chain,
There's salvation in your name,
Jesus Christ, my living hope.

Then came the morning that sealed the promise,
Your buried body began to breathe.
Out of the silence, the roaring lion
Declared the grave has no claim on me.
Then came the morning that sealed the promise,
Your buried body began to breathe.
Out of the silence, the roaring lion
Declared the grave has no claim on me.
Jesus, yours is the victory, whoa!

 


How Deep the Father's Love for Us

How deep the Father's love for us?
How vast beyond all measure?
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.

Behold the man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders;
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.

I will not boast in anything,
No gifts, no power, no wisdom;
But I will boast in Jesus Christ,
His death and resurrection.

 


Yet Not I But Through Christ In Me

What gift of grace is Jesus my redeemer;
There is no more for heaven now to give.
He is my joy, my righteousness, and freedom;
My steadfast love, my deep and boundless peace.

To this I hold, my hope is only Jesus;
For my life is wholly bound to His.
Oh, how strange and divine, I can sing: all is mine!
Yet not I, but through Christ in me.

The night is dark, but I am not forsaken;
For by my side, the Saviour, He will stay.
I labour on in weakness and rejoicing;
For in my need, His power is displayed.

To this I hold, my Shepherd will defend me;
Through the deepest valley He will lead.
Oh, the night has been won, and I shall overcome!
Yet not I, but through Christ in me

No fate I dread, I know I am forgiven;
The future sure, the price it has been paid.
For Jesus bled and suffered for my pardon,
And He was raised to overthrow the grave.

To this I hold, my sin has been defeated!
Jesus now and ever is my plea.
Oh, the chains are released, I can sing: I am free!
Yet not I, but through Christ in me.

With every breath I long to follow Jesus;
For He has said that He will bring me home,
And day by day, I know He will renew me—
Until I stand with joy before the throne.

To this I hold, my hope is only Jesus;
All the glory evermore to Him.
When the race is complete, still my lips shall repeat:
Yet not I, but through Christ in me.

 


Not In Me

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 power of death is overthrown!
My God is merciful to me,
And merciful in Christ alone.

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.


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