Worship Songs of the Week

I Should have been crucified

 

I was guilty with nothing to say

And they were coming to take me away

But then a voice from Heaven was heard that said

"Let Him go and take me instead"

 

CHORUS

 I should have been crucified

I should have suffered and died

 I should have hung on the cross in disgrace

But Jesus, God's Son, took my place

 

Crowns of thorns, the spear deep in His side

And those pains should have been mine

Those rusty nails were meant for me

Oh Jesus took them and let me go free

 

The King is Coming

The marketplace is empty,
No more traffic in the streets,
All the builders' tools are silent,
No more time to harvest wheat;
Busy housewives cease their labors,
In the courtroom no debate,
Work on earth is all suspended
As the King comes thro' the gate.

O the King is coming,
The King is coming!
I just heard the trumpets sounding,
And now His face I see;
O the King is coming,
The King is coming!
Praise God, He's coming for me!

Happy faces line the hallways,
Those whose lives have been redeemed,
Broken homes that He has mended,
Those from prison He has freed;
Little children and the aged
Hand in hand stand all aglow,
Who were crippled, broken, ruined,
Clad in garments white as snow.

O the King is coming,
The King is coming!
I just heard the trumpets sounding,
And now His face I see;
O the King is coming,
The King is coming!
Praise God, He's coming for me!

I can hear the chariots rumble,
I can see the marching throng,
The flurry of God's trumpets
Spells the end of sin and wrong:
Regal robes are now unfolding,
Heaven's grandstand's all in place,
Heaven's choir now assembled,
Start to sing "Amazing Grace!"

O the King is coming,
The King is coming!
I just heard the trumpets sounding,
And now His face I see;
O the King is coming,
The King is coming!
Praise God, He's coming for me!

 

Offertory – It is well with my Soul

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

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come

Let this blest assurance control
That Christ (yes, He has) has regarded my helpless estate
And has shed His own blood for my soul

Chorus

It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul

My sin, oh the bliss of this glorious thought (a thought)
My sin, not in part, but the whole (every bit, every bit, all of it)
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more (yes!)
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

Chorus

It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul

And Lord, haste the day when my 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!

It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul

 

The Unseen Hand

There is an unseen hand in me
That leads through ways I cannot see
While going through this world of care
His unseen hand will lead us there

 

chorus

I’m trusting to the unseen hand
That guides me through this weary land
And some sweet day I’ll reach that strand
Still guided by the unseen hand

 

I long to see my savior’s face
And sing the story …saved by grace
And there upon that golden strand
I’ll praise him for his guiding hand