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​Eternal Spirit of the Living Christ

769 Eternal Spirit of the Living Christ
1 Eternal Spirit of the living Christ,
    I know not how to ask or what to say;
    I only know my need, as deep as life,
    And only You can teach me how to pray.
 
2  Come, pray in me the prayer I need this day;
    Help me to see Your purpose and Your will--
    Where I have failed, what I have done amiss;
    Held in forgiving love, let me be still.
 
3  Come with the strength I lack, bring vision clear
    Of human need; O give me eyes to see
    Fulfillment of my life in love outpoured,
    My life in You, O Christ; Your love in me.

​Behold A Host ARRAYED IN WHITE

676 Behold a Host, Arrayed in White
1 Behold a host, arrayed in white,
    Like thousand snow-clad mountains bright!
      With palms they stand;
      Who is this band
   Before the throne of light?
   These are the saints of glorious fame,
   Who from the great affliction came
      And in the flood
      Of Jesus’ blood
  Are cleansed from guilt and shame.
  They now serve God both day and night;
  They sing their songs in endless light.
      Their anthems ring
      As they all sing
  With angels shining bright.

2 Despised and scorned, they sojourned here;
   But now, how glorious they appear!
      Those martyrs stand,
      A priestly band,
   God’s throne forever near.
   On earth they wept through bitter years;
   Now God has wiped away their tears,
      Transformed their strife
      To heav’nly life,
   And freed them from their fears.
   They now enjoy the Sabbath rest,
   The heav’nly banquet of the blest;
      The Lamb, their Lord,
      At festive board
   Himself is host and guest.

3 O blessèd saints in bright array
   Now safely home in endless day,
      Extol the Lord,
      Who with His Word
   Sustained you on the way.
   The steep and narrow path you trod;
   You toiled and sowed the Word abroad;
      Rejoice and bring
      Your fruits and sing
   Before the throne of God.
   The myriad angels raise their song;
   O saints, sing with that happy throng!
      Lift up one voice;
      Let heav’n rejoice
   In our Redeemer’s song!

​What Wondrous Love is This

LSB 543 What Wondrous Love Is This
1 What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul!
   What wondrous love is this, O my soul!
      What wondrous love is this
      That caused the Lord of bliss
   To bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul,
   To bear the dreadful curse for my soul!

2 When I was sinking down, sinking down, sinking down,
   When I was sinking down, sinking down,
      When I was sinking down
      Beneath God’s righteous frown,
   Christ laid aside His crown for my soul, for my soul,
   Christ laid aside His crown for my soul.

3 To God and to the Lamb I will sing, I will sing;
   To God and to the Lamb I will sing;
      To God and to the Lamb,
      Who is the great I AM,
   While millions join the theme, I will sing, I will sing,
   While millions join the theme, I will sing.

4 And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on;
   And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing on.
      And when from death I’m free,
      I’ll sing His love for me,
   And through eternity I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on,
   And through eternity I’ll sing on.

​Christ, the Life of all the living

LSB 420 Christ, the Life of All the Living
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​1 Christ, the Life of all the living,
Christ, the death of death, our foe,
Who, Thyself for me once giving
To the darkest depths of woe:
Through thy suff'rings, death, and merit
I eternal life inherit.
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.

2 Thou, ah! Thou, hast taken on Thee
Bonds and stripes, a cruel rod;
Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee,
0 Thou sinless Son of God!
Thus didst Thou my soul deliver
From the bonds of sin forever.
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.

3 Thou hast borne the smiting only
That my wounds might all be whole;
Thou hast suffered, sad and lonely,
Rest to give my weary soul;
Yea, the curse of God enduring,
Blessing unto me securing.
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.

4 Heartless scoffers did surround Thee,
Treating Thee with shameful scorn
And with piercing thorns they crowned Thee.
All disgrace Thou, Lord, hast borne,
That as Thine Thou mightest own me
And with heav'nly glory crown me.
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.

5 Thou hast suffered men to bruise Thee,
That from pain I might be free;
Falsely did Thy foes accuse Thee:
Thence I gain security;
Comfortless Thy soul did languish
Me to comfort in my anguish.
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.

6 Thou hast suffered great affliction
And hast borne it patiently,
Even death by crucifixion,
Fully to atone for me;
Thou didst choose to be tormented
That my doom should be prevented.
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.

7 Then, for all that wrought my pardon,
For Thy sorrows deep and sore,
For Thine anguish in the Garden,
I will thank Thee evermore,
Thank Thee for Thy groaning, sighing,
For Thy bleeding and Thy dying,
For that last triumphant cry,
And shall praise Thee, Lord, on high.

​Heaven's Hallelujah

​Lay Me Down

​Jesus, I Believe

​Never Alone

​I Will Rise