The Earth Is Yours
Your voice it thunders The oaks are twisting The forest sounds with cedars breaking The waters see you And start their writhing From the depths a song is rising Now it's rising from the ground Holy, holy, holy, holy Lord The earth is Yours And singing Holy, holy, holy, holy Lord The earth is Yours The earth is Yours Your voice it thunders The earth is shaking The mighty mountains now are trembling Creation sees you and starts composing The fields and trees they start rejoicing And now it's rising from the ground Now it's rising from the ground Hear us crying out Hear us crying out We Praise You, O God, Our Redeemer, Creator, No.97 1 We praise you, O God, our Redeemer, Creator, in grateful devotion our tribute we bring. We lay it before you, we kneel and adore you; we bless your holy name, glad praises we sing. 2 We worship you, God of our fathers, we bless you; through life's storm and tempest our Guide you have been. When perils o'ertake us, escape you will make us, and with your help, O Lord, our battles we win. 3 With voices united our praises we offer, to you, great Jehovah, glad anthems we raise. Your strong arm will guide us, our God is beside us, to you, our great Redeemer, forever be praise. The Look VERSE 1 I saw one hanging on a tree In agony and blood Who fixed His loving eyes on me As near His cross I stood And never till my dying breath Will I forget that look It seemed to charge me with His death Though not a word He spoke VERSE 2 My conscience felt and owned the guilt And plunged me in despair I saw my sins His blood had spilt And helped to nail Him there But with a second look He said “I freely all forgive This blood is for your ransom paid I died that you might live” CHORUS Forever etched upon my mind Is the look of Him who died The Lamb I crucified And now my life will sing the praise Of pure atoning grace That looked on me and gladly took my place VERSE 3 Thus while His death my sin displays For all the world to view Such is the mystery of grace It seals my pardon too With pleasing grief and mournful joy My spirit now is filled That I should such a life destroy Yet live by Him I killed It Is Well, No. 691 1. When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll; whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, "It is well, it is well with my soul." Refrain: It is well with my soul; it is well, it is well with my soul. 2. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, let this blest assurance control, that Christ has regarded my helpless estate, and has shed his own blood for my soul. [Refrain] 3. My sin– O the bliss of this glorious thought!– my sin, not in part, but the whole, is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more; praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! [Refrain] 4. O Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight, the clouds be rolled back as a scroll, the trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend; "Even so"– it is well with my soul. [Refrain]
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