Hymns for Sunday 17th March 2024

Hymn 457 – All hail the power of Jesus’ Name

All hail the pow’r of Jesus’ name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him…
crown Him…
crown Him…
crown Him Lord of all.

Crown him, you martyrs of your God,
Who from his altar call.
And crown Him…
crown Him…
crown Him…
crown Him Lord of all.

Let ev’ry town and ev’ry tribe
Responsive to the call,
To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him…
crown Him…
crown Him…
crown Him Lord of all.

O that with yonder sacred throng
We at His feet may fall!
Join in the everlasting song,
And crown Him…
crown Him…
crown Him…
crown Him Lord of all.

Hymn 549 – How deep the Fathers 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.
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 mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held 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.

Hymn 559 – There is a Redeemer

There is a Redeemer,
Jesus God’s own Son,
Precious Lamb of God,
Messiah, Holy One.

Thank You, O my Father
For giving us Your Son,
And leaving Your Spirit ’til
Your work on earth is done.

Jesus my Redeemer,
Name above all names,
Precious Lamb of God,
Messiah, O for sinners slain.

Thank You, O my Father
For giving us Your Son,
And leaving Your Spirit ’til
Your work on earth is done.

When I stand in glory
I will see His face,
And there I’ll serve
My King forever,
In that holy place.

Thank You, O my Father
For giving us Your Son,
And leaving Your Spirit ’til
Your work on earth is done.

Hymn 392 – When I survey the wondrous 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.

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.

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?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.