Crown Him With Many Crowns
Words: Matthew Bridges, 1852, & Godfrey Thring (v2), 1874. Music: George Elvey, 1868. Public Domain

Crown Him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon His throne.
Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns
All music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing
Of Him Who died for thee,
And hail Him as they matchless King
Through all eternity.

Crown Him the Lord of life,
Who triumphed o’er the grave,
And rose victorious in the strife
For those He came to save.
His glories now we sing,
Who died and rose on high,
Who died eternal life to bring,
And lives that death may die.

Crown Him the Lord of love,
Behold His hands and side;
Rich wounds, yet visible above,
In beauty glorified.
No angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his wond’ring eye
At mysteries so bright.

Crown Him the Lord of heav’n,
One with the Father known,
One with the Spirit through Him giv’n
From yonder glorious throne.
To Thee be endless praise,
For Thou for us hast died;
To Thou, O Lord, through endless days
Adored and magnified.

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The Strife Is O’er
Au­thor unknown (poss­ib­ly 12th Cen­tu­ry); trans­lat­ed from La­tin by Fran­cis Pott, 1861. Music by Vito Aiuto & the Welcome Wagon. ©2012 New Jerusalem Music.

The strife is o’er, the battle done;
The victory of life is won;
The song of triumph has begun:
Alleluia! Alleluia!

The powers of hell have done their worst;
But Christ their legions hath dispersed;
Let shouts of holy joy outburst:
Alleluia! Alleluia!

CHORUS:
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

The three sad days were quickly sped;
He rose victorious from the dead;
All glory to our risen Head!
Alleluia! Alleluia!

He closed the yawning gates of hell;
The bars from heaven’s high portals fell;
Let hymns of praise His triumphs tell!
Alleluia! Alleluia!

Lord, by the stripes which wounded Thee,
From death’s dread sting Thy servants free,
That we may live, and sing to Thee:
Alleluia! Alleluia!

Lord, by the stripes which wounded Thee,
From death’s dread sting Thy servants free,
That we may live, and sing to Thee:
Alleluia! Alleluia!

Rock of Ages
Words: Au­gus­tus Top­la­dy, 1776. Music: Thom­as Hast­ings, 1830

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;
Save from wrath and make me pure.

Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law’s demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to the cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Savior, or I die.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.

Scripture:
Deuteronomy 32:4; Psalms 95:1; Isaiah 28:16

Dry Bones
Words & Music: Lisa & Michael Gungor. ©worshiptogether.com songs. CCLI Song #5665514

My soul cries out,
My soul cries out for You,
These bones cry out,
These dry bones cry for You,
To live and move, ’cause only You
Can raise the dead, can lift my head up

CHORUS:
Jesus, You’re the One who saves us,
Constantly creates us into something new,
Jesus, surely You will find us,
Surely our Messiah will make all things new,
Will make all things new

BRIDGE:
Life is breaking out, it’s breaking out,
Life is breaking out, it’s breaking out,
It’s breaking out,
Love is breaking out, it’s breaking out,
It’s breaking out

Poor Wayfaring Stranger
Author unknown, published in Sacred Harp, 1844

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
traveling through this world of woe,
Yet there’s no sickness, toil or danger
in that bright land to which I go.

I’m going home to see my Father,
I’m going home no more to roam,
I am just going over Jordan,
I am just going over home.

I know dark clouds will gather round me,
I know my way is rough is steep,
But golden fields lie out before me,
Where God’s redeemed no more shall weep.

I’m going home to meet my Savior,
I’m going home no more to roam,
I am just going over Jordan,
I am just going over home.

I’m going home to meet my Savior,
And at His feet lay down my load,
I am just going over Jordan,
I am just going over home.

Cornerstone
Original words: Edward Mote (1834). Original music: William B. Bradbury (1836). Updated words & music: Jonas Myrin, Reuben Morgan, Eric Liljero. © 2011 Hillsong Music Publishing. CCLI Song #6158927

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness,
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name
(REPEAT)

CHORUS:
Christ alone, Cornerstone
Weak made strong in the Savior’s love,
Through the storm, He is Lord,
Lord of all

When darkness seems to hide His face
I rest on His unchanging grace,
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil,
My anchor holds within the veil
(CHORUS)

BRIDGE:
He is Lord Lord of all

When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh may I then in Him be found,
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless stand before the throne

Psalm 126 (All Those Who Are Weeping)
Words & Music by Isaac Wardell ©2011. Bifrost Arts
Verse two by Cameron Gray, 2016

Our mouths, the were filled, filled with laughter;
Our tongues they were loosed, loosed with joy.
Restore us, O Lord!
Restore us, O Lord!

Like those in a dream, hearts filled with wonder;
Your blessings like streams, streams in the desert.
Restore us, O Lord!
Restore us, O Lord!

CHORUS:
Although we are weeping,
Lord, help us keep sowing
The seeds of Your Kingdom
For the day You will reap them!
Your sheaves we will carry;
Lord, please do not tarry!
All those who sow weeping
will go in with songs of joy!

The nations will say, “He has done great things!”
The nations will sing songs of joy.
Restore us, O Lord!
Restore us, O Lord!
(Chorus)