Refuge: Psalm 31 Unto your hands O God of truth, my spirit I commit

Refuge: Psalm 31Unto your hands O God of truth,

my spirit I commit.You have redeemed my soul from death

and saved me from the pit.

The passions of my hope and fear maintain a doubtful strife

While sorrow, pain and sin conspire to take away my life

I know my days are in Your hands though I draw near to dust

You are the God in whom I trust, You are my refuge.

So lift up your voice and sing aloud, and praise Him all you saints,How wondrous is His grace,

He is our refuge.

Oh make your most beloved face to shine upon me now

And save me for your mercy’s sakefor I am lost without

While in my haste I’m quick to say “where is your help for me?”

But you attend me when I pray and you have heard my plea.

I know my days are in Your hands though I draw near to dust

You are the God in whom I trust, You are my refuge.

So lift up your voice and sing aloud, and praise Him all you saints,How wondrous is His grace,

He is our refuge.

Psalm 31But I trust in you, O LORD; I say, “You are my God.” My days are in your hand…

I had said in my distress, “I am cut off from your sight.”But you heard the voice of my pleas for mercy when I cried to you for help.

So, love the LORD, all you his saints!The LORD preserves the faithful!

I know my days are in Your hands though I draw near to dust

You are the God in whom I trust, You are my refuge.

So lift up your voice and sing aloud, and praise Him all you saints,How wondrous is His grace,

He is our refuge.

I know my days are in Your hands though I draw near to dust

You are the God in whom I trust, You are my refuge.

So lift up your voice and sing aloud, and praise Him all you saints,How wondrous is His grace,

He is our refuge.

Amazing Grace, My Chains are Gone

Amazing grace, how sweet the soundThat saved a wretch like me

I once was lost, but now I’m foundWas blind, but now I see

‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fearAnd grace my fears relieved

How precious did that grace appearThe hour I first believed

My chains are gone, I’ve been set freeMy God, my Saviour has ransomed me

And like a flood His mercy reignsUnending love, amazing grace

The Lord has promised good to meHis word my hope secures

He will my sheild and portion beAs long as life endures

My chains are gone, I’ve been set freeMy God, my Saviour has ransomed me

And like a flood His mercy reignsUnending love, amazing grace

Amazing grace, how sweet the soundThat saved a wretch like me

I once was lost, but now I’m foundWas blind, but now I see

My chains are gone, I’ve been set freeMy God, my Saviour has ransomed me

And like a flood His mercy reignsUnending love, amazing grace

Jesus Paid it AllI 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.

For nothing good have IWhereby Thy grace to claim,I’ll wash my garments white

In the blood of Calvary’s Lamb.

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 findThy power and Thine alone,

Can change the leper’s spotsAnd melt the heart of stone.

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 throneI stand in Him complete,I’ll lay my trophies downAll down at Jesus’ feet.

Jesus paid it all,All to Him I owe;

Sin had left a crimson stain,He washed it white as snow.

Oh, praise the OneWho paid my debt

And raises life up from the dead!

Praise Jesus!

Jesus paid it all,All to Him I owe;

Sin had left a crimson stain,He washed it white as snow.

Dear RefugeDear 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 can 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 failAnd all my hopes decline.

Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee?Thou art my only trust;

And still my soul would cleave to Thee,Though prostrate in the dust.

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

And can the ear of sovereign graceBe deaf when I complain?

No, still the ear of sovereign graceAttends the mourner’s prayer.

Oh, may I ever find accessTo breathe my sorrows there

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.

Jesus Lover of My SoulJesus, lover of my soul, let me to Thy bosom fly,

While the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is high.Hide me, O my Savior, hide,

until life’s storm is past;Safe into the haven guide;

receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none, I helpless, hang on Thee;

Leave, oh leave me not alone, support and comfort me.

All my trust on Thee is stayed, all help from Thee I bring;

Cover my defenseless head in the shadow of Thy wing.

Thou, O Christ, are all I want, Much more than all I find;

Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, heal the sick, and lead the blind.

Just and holy is Thy Name, I am unrighteousness;

False and full of sin I am; Thou art full of truth and grace.

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; for all eternity.

1 Samuel 2:6-8 (Hannah’s Song)The Lord kills and brings to life; He brings down to Sheol and raises up. The Lord makes poor and makes rich; He brings low and he exalts. He raises up the poor from the dust; He lifts the needy from the ash heap to make them sit with princes and inherit a seat of honor. For the pillars of the earth are the Lord's, and on them he has set the world.