My Lord, My Savior

When the storm is raging o’er
You’re the hope I’m waiting for
You’re the Shield of my soul
You’re the One that makes me whole
And when the night is closing in
Still Your light shines from within

You are strong when I am weak
You’re the shelter that I seek
My God, my Rock, to whom I flee
My Lord, my Savior!
Though waves of death encompass me
You pick me up and set me free
My God, my Rock, to whom I flee
My Lord, my Savior!

When my path is rough and steep
When the night is dark and deep
You hold me safely with Your hand
The world is all Yours to command
When evil men around me press
You are there in my distress

With Your arm I shall prevail
Within Your will I cannot fail
It is Your hand that holds me up
You fill and overflow my cup
For who is God, except the Lord
Who trains my hands to wield the Sword

Hannah’s Song

She was loving, faithful but only one
She was broken, longing for a son
With hope and patience, she endured through years
But scorned and shattered, she was brought to tears

But in her distress she cried out to the Lord

Father, O Father! Hear your child in sorrow grieving
Remember, remember! Oh, Father, don’t forget me now
Touch me; heal me; my soul is numb; my tears are streaming

Her lips were moving but without a word
Her heart was asking; she knew her Lord had heard
Grief and sorrow pouring from her soul
Faithful Hannah, her Lord would make her whole

Deal graciously and give to me
And I will dedicate this gift for Thee

Holy God

Holy God, You are wise
You are kind, You are just
You are wonderful; You are all I need
You watch; You hear;
You know all things
You are Life; You are Love
And You are the Truth

Holy God You are One
You are Father and Son
You are Spirit and Life
There is no dark in You
You give hope; You give peace
You give all I need
You give joy; You give grace
You are Almighty

Holy God, set apart
High above all things
You are good to all
Your mercy endures
Holy God

A New Song

Father of might, Father of joy
Father, You knew me before
You created the world
As I sing this song of praise
I stand in awe of Your glorious
Power and majesty
And I lift up to You
A new song

The word of the Lord is upright
Let all of the nations rejoice!
For the work of the Father
Is done in faithfulness
Creation exists by Your Word
Your breath, its sustaining pow’r
You gather the waters; together the universe
Shows us your loveliness

Our Father Who sees every man
Who fashioned the hearts of us all
Who understands all of our works and our attitudes
Be forever praised
A king is not saved by his might
A warrior not by his strength
But the Father who nullifies all of the plans of the
Nations brings victory

The Foot of the Cross

At the foot of the cross where my Lord was slain
I lay down my burdens as You cleanse my stain
The suffering Servant, Obedient Son
Your righteousness given, the victory won

At the foot of the cross where goodness met hate
Death met it’s victor, the Tempter his fate
A shameful reminder of the wages of sin
A beautiful promise of the life found therein

At the foot of the cross as day turned to night
Eternity witnessed as wrong was made right
Your holy submission, O Ancient of Days,
To restore Your people, Your kingdom to raise

At the foot of the cross Your people draw near
To worship our Savior, the gospel to hear
The world’s chief possessions grow dim in the blaze
Of the glorious beauty that Your cross displays

My Salvation

The Lord is on my side
I will not fear though man stands against me
The Lord, my strength, my song
And my salvation

Let joyful songs resound
From the hearts of your righteous children
“The right hand of our God
Is my salvation”

Give thanks unto our God
His saving love endures forever
To You I lift my song
You’re my salvation

I’d Rather Have Jesus

I’d rather have Jesus than silver or gold
I’d rather be His than have riches untold
I’d rather have Jesus than houses or land
I’d rather be led by His nail-pierced hand

Than to be the king of a vast domain or be held in sins dread sway
I’d rather have Jesus than anything
This world affords today

He’s fairer than lilies of rarest bloom
He’s sweeter than honey from out the comb
He’s all that my hungering spirit needs
I’d rather have Jesus and let Him lead