A couple years ago, I did a Good Friday playlist. Here's another.
The Welcome Wagon - Up on a Mountain
Geoff Moore - Didn't He
Bob Bennett, Julie Miller & Derri Daugherty - Beautiful Scandalous Night
Everybody Duck - Nails in your Hands
Leigh Nash - Power of the Cross
My response:
Hokus Pick (feat. Rich Mullins) - I Believe
Geoff Moore (w Steven Curtis Chapman) - Listen to Our Hearts
Nicole C. Mullen - My Tribute
Showing posts with label Worship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Worship. Show all posts
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
In Feast or Fallow
I may have a new favorite song (note this changes weekly)
In Feast or Fallow by Sandra McCracken (f. Thad Cockrell & Derek Webb)
Lyrics:
In Feast Or Fallow
Words and Lyrics by Sandra McCracken
When the fields are dry, and the winter is long
Blessed are the meek, the hungry, the poor
When my soul is downcast, and my voice has no song
For mercy, for comfort, I wait on the Lord
In the harvest feast or the fallow ground,
My certain hope is in Jesus found
My lot, my cup, my portion sure
Whatever comes, we shall endure.
Whatever comes, we shall endure
On a cross of wood, His blood was outpoured
He Rose from the ground, like a bird to the sky
Bringing peace to our violence, and crushing death?s door
Our Maker incarnate, our God who provides.
Repeat chorus
Bridge:
come, oh come, Emman- u- el
come, oh come, Emman- u- el
When the earth beneath me crumbles and quakes
Not a sparrow falls, nor a hair from my head
Without His hand to guide me, my shield and my strength
In joy or in sorrow, in life or in death
Repeat chorus
In Feast or Fallow by Sandra McCracken (f. Thad Cockrell & Derek Webb)
Lyrics:
In Feast Or Fallow
Words and Lyrics by Sandra McCracken
When the fields are dry, and the winter is long
Blessed are the meek, the hungry, the poor
When my soul is downcast, and my voice has no song
For mercy, for comfort, I wait on the Lord
In the harvest feast or the fallow ground,
My certain hope is in Jesus found
My lot, my cup, my portion sure
Whatever comes, we shall endure.
Whatever comes, we shall endure
On a cross of wood, His blood was outpoured
He Rose from the ground, like a bird to the sky
Bringing peace to our violence, and crushing death?s door
Our Maker incarnate, our God who provides.
Repeat chorus
Bridge:
come, oh come, Emman- u- el
come, oh come, Emman- u- el
When the earth beneath me crumbles and quakes
Not a sparrow falls, nor a hair from my head
Without His hand to guide me, my shield and my strength
In joy or in sorrow, in life or in death
Repeat chorus
Friday, May 28, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Good Friday Playlist
I would post these songs myself, but since I don't have permission, I'll use youtube:
Forgive Me (Jonathan Roman/Originally by Tim Miner) (Can't find the lyrics--please listen)
edit: originally posted another video, but someone posted the original song by Tim Miner:
When God Ran (Shaded Red; Originally by Benny Hester, but I like this version) Lyrics
How Deep the Father's Love (Sarah Sadler)
I Stand Amazed (Chris Tomlin)
When I Survey (Fernando Ortega)
The Power of the Cross (Keith & Krysten Getty) Lyrics
Our Response:My Jesus I love Thee (Avalon)
And finally!
Easter Song (Keith Green; Originally by 2nd Chapter of Acts) Lyrics
He's Alive (Dolly Parton?? I like her version better than Don Fransisco's)
Forgive Me (Jonathan Roman/Originally by Tim Miner) (Can't find the lyrics--please listen)
edit: originally posted another video, but someone posted the original song by Tim Miner:
When God Ran (Shaded Red; Originally by Benny Hester, but I like this version) Lyrics
How Deep the Father's Love (Sarah Sadler)
I Stand Amazed (Chris Tomlin)
When I Survey (Fernando Ortega)
The Power of the Cross (Keith & Krysten Getty) Lyrics
Our Response:My Jesus I love Thee (Avalon)
And finally!
Easter Song (Keith Green; Originally by 2nd Chapter of Acts) Lyrics
He's Alive (Dolly Parton?? I like her version better than Don Fransisco's)
Friday, October 16, 2009
Hymns I Wish People At My Church Knew
Glory to Thee Thou Son of God Most High
Author Uknown
Glory to Thee; Thou Son of God most High,
all praise to Thee!
Glory to Thee, enthroned above the sky,
who died for me;
high on Thy throne, Thine ear, Lord Jesus bend
as grateful hearts now to Thyself ascend.
Deep were Thy sorrows, Lord, when heaven frowned -
Gethsemane!
Bloodlike Thy sweat, Lord, falling to the ground
so heavily;
dark was the night, but heaven was darker still,
O Christ my God, is this the Father’s will?
Thorns wreathed Thy brow when hanging on the tree,
man’s cruelty!
Why lavish love like this, O Lord, on me?
Thou lovest me!
Would that my soul could understand its length,
its breadth, depth, height, and everlasting strength!
Thy precious blood was freely shed for me
on Calvary
to save me from a lost eternity;
glory to Thee!
Nor death, nor hell, nor things below - above
can sever me from Thy eternal love.
Like shoreless seas, Thy love can know no bound;
Thou lovest me!
Deep, vast, immense, unfathomed, Lord, profound,
Lord, I love Thee!
And when above, my crown is at Thy feet,
I’ll praise Thee still for Calvary’s mercy seat
Immanuel's Land
Anne Ross Cousin
(from a poem entitled The Sands of Time are Sinking--incidentally, I did not know that. I just found out after googling the words.)
O Christ, He is the fountain, the deep, sweet well of love!
The streams of earth I’ve tasted more deep I’ll drink above:
There to an ocean fullness His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.
With mercy and with judgment my web of time He wove,
And aye, the dews of sorrow were lustered with His love;
I’ll bless the hand that guided, I’ll bless the heart that planned
When throned where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.
O I am my Beloved’s and my Beloved’s mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner into His “house of wine.”
I stand upon His merit—I know no other stand,
Not even where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.
The Bride eyes not her garment, but her dear Bridegroom’s face;
I will not gaze at glory but on my King of grace.
Not at the crown He giveth but on His pierced hand;
The Lamb is all the glory of Immanuel’s land.
Author Uknown
Glory to Thee; Thou Son of God most High,
all praise to Thee!
Glory to Thee, enthroned above the sky,
who died for me;
high on Thy throne, Thine ear, Lord Jesus bend
as grateful hearts now to Thyself ascend.
Deep were Thy sorrows, Lord, when heaven frowned -
Gethsemane!
Bloodlike Thy sweat, Lord, falling to the ground
so heavily;
dark was the night, but heaven was darker still,
O Christ my God, is this the Father’s will?
Thorns wreathed Thy brow when hanging on the tree,
man’s cruelty!
Why lavish love like this, O Lord, on me?
Thou lovest me!
Would that my soul could understand its length,
its breadth, depth, height, and everlasting strength!
Thy precious blood was freely shed for me
on Calvary
to save me from a lost eternity;
glory to Thee!
Nor death, nor hell, nor things below - above
can sever me from Thy eternal love.
Like shoreless seas, Thy love can know no bound;
Thou lovest me!
Deep, vast, immense, unfathomed, Lord, profound,
Lord, I love Thee!
And when above, my crown is at Thy feet,
I’ll praise Thee still for Calvary’s mercy seat
Immanuel's Land
Anne Ross Cousin
(from a poem entitled The Sands of Time are Sinking--incidentally, I did not know that. I just found out after googling the words.)
O Christ, He is the fountain, the deep, sweet well of love!
The streams of earth I’ve tasted more deep I’ll drink above:
There to an ocean fullness His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.
With mercy and with judgment my web of time He wove,
And aye, the dews of sorrow were lustered with His love;
I’ll bless the hand that guided, I’ll bless the heart that planned
When throned where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.
O I am my Beloved’s and my Beloved’s mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner into His “house of wine.”
I stand upon His merit—I know no other stand,
Not even where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.
The Bride eyes not her garment, but her dear Bridegroom’s face;
I will not gaze at glory but on my King of grace.
Not at the crown He giveth but on His pierced hand;
The Lamb is all the glory of Immanuel’s land.
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