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Here is our King From wherever spring arrives to heal the ground From wherever searching comes the look itself A trace of what we're looking for So be quiet now and wait

Here is our King From wherever spring arrives to heal the ground From wherever searching comes the look itself A trace of what we're looking for So be

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Here is our King

From wherever spring arrives to heal the ground

From wherever searching comes the look itself

A trace of what we're looking for

So be quiet now and wait

The ocean is growing.

The tide is coming in here it is.

Here is Our King

Here is Our Love

Here is Our God who's come

To bring us back to Him

He is the One, He is Jesus.

And what was said to the rose

to make it unfold.

Was said to me here in my chest

so be quiet now and rest.

Sing to the King

Sing to the King Who is coming to reign

Glory to Jesus, the Lamb that was slain

Life and salvation His empire shall bring

And joy to the nations when Jesus is King

Come, let us sing a song

A song declaring that we belong to Jesus

He is all we need

Lift up a heart of praise

Sing now with voices raised to Jesus

Sing to the King

For His returning we watch and we pray

We will be ready the dawn of that day

We'll join in singing with all the redeemed

'Cause Satan is vanquished

and Jesus is King

Here I am to Worship

Light of the world

You stepped down into darkness

Opened my eyes let me see

Beauty that made this heart adore You

Hope of a life spent with You

Here I am to worship

Here I am to bow down

Here I am to say that You're my God

You're altogether lovely

Altogether worthy

Altogether wonderful to me

King of all days

Oh so highly exalted

Glorious in Heaven above

Humbly You came to the earth You created

All for love's sake became poor

I'll never know how much it cost

To see my sin upon that cross

How Deep the Father’s Love

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

How great the pain of searing loss,

The Father turns His face away

As wounds which mar the chosen One,

Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon a cross,

My sin upon His shoulders

Ashamed I hear my mocing voice,

Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that left Him there

Until it was accomplished

His dying breath has brought me life

I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything

No gifts, no power, no wisdom

But I will boast in Jesus Christ

His death and resurrection

Why should I gain from His reward?

I cannot give an answer

But this I know with all my heart

His wounds have paid my ransom

Amazing Love

I'm forgiven, because You were forsaken

I'm accepted, You were condemned

I'm alive and well, Your Spirit is within me

Because you died and rose again

Amazing love, how can it be

That You my king would die for me?

Amazing love, I know it's true

And It's my joy to honor You

In all I do, I honor You

You are my king,

You are my king

Jesus, You are my king,

Jesus, You are my king

The Wonderful Cross

When I survey the wondrous cross

On which the Prince of glory died,

My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,

Sorrow and love flow mingled down:

Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Oh the wonderful cross, oh the wonderful cross

Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live

Oh the wonderful cross, oh the wonderful cross

All who gather here by grace draw near

And bless Your name

Were the whole realm of Nature mine,

That were an offering far too small;

Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all!

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ my God:

All the vain things that charm me most,

I sacrifice them to His blood.

Jesus Paid It All

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 find

Thy pow'r, and Thine alone,

Can change the leper's spots

And melt the heart of stone.

And when before the throne

I stand in Him complete,

I'll lay my trophies down,

All down at Jesus' feet.

Oh praise the One, who paid my debt

And raised this life, up from the dead

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