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Arise, My Soul Arise
Words: Charles Wesley, 1742; alt Kevin Twit
Music: Kevin Twit, 1996
Arise, my soul, arise, shake off your guilty fears;
The bleeding sacrifice, in my behalf appears;
Before the throne my Surety stands,
Before the throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on His hands.
(Chorus)
Arise, arise, arise
Arise, my soul, arise.
Arise, arise, arise
Arise, my soul, arise.
Shake off your guilty fears and rise
He ever lives above, for me to intercede;
His all redeeming love, His precious blood, to plead;
His blood atoned for every race,
His blood atoned for every race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace. (Chorus)
Five bleeding wounds He bears; received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers; they strongly plead for me:
“Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry,
“Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry,
“Nor let that ransomed sinner die!” (Chorus)
My God is reconciled; His pardoning voice I hear;
He owns me for His child; I can no longer fear
With confidence I now draw nigh,
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And “Father, Abba, Father,” cry. (Chorus)
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Friend of Sinners
Words: Augustus Toplady, 1740-1788
Music: Jeff Koonce and Brian T Murphy, 2004
Redeemer! whither should I flee,
Or how escape the wrath to come?
The weary sinner flies to thee
For shelter from impending doom;
Smile on me, Gracious Lord,
and show Thyself the Friend of sinners now.
Beneath the shadow of thy cross
The heavy laden soul finds rest;
I would esteem the world but dross
So I might be of Christ possessed.
I’d seek my every joy in Thee;
Be thou both life and light to me.
Close to the highly shameful tree,
Jesus, my humbled soul would cleave;
Despised and crucified with thee;
With thee resolved to die and live.
The prayer and this ambition mine:
Living and dying to be thine.
There, fastened to the rugged wood
By holy love’s resistless chain,
And life deriving from thy blood;
Never to wander wide again.
There, may I bow my suppliant knee,
And own no other Lord but Thee.
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O Love That Will Not Let Me Go
Words: George Matheson, 1882
Music: Christopher Miner, 1997
O Love that will not let me go,
I rest my weary soul on thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.
O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.
O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.
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Jesus, The Lord My Savior Is
Words: William Gasdsby
Music: Sandra McCracken, 2001
Jesus, the Lord, my savior is,
My shepherd and my God
My light my strength, my joy, my bliss
And I his grace record
Whatever I need in Jesus dwells,
And there it dwells in me
‘Tis Christ my earthen vessel fills
With treasures rich and free
(Chorus)
Mercy and truth and righteousness, and peace, most richly meet
In Jesus Christ, the King of grace, in Whom I stand complete
As through the wilderness I roam,
His mercies I’ll proclaim
And when I safely reach my home,
I’ll still adore his name
“Worthy the Lamb,” shall be my song,
“For He for me was slain;”
And me with all the heavenly throng
Shall join and say, “Amen” (Chorus)
(Tag)
Whatever I need in Jesus dwells,
And there it dwells in me
‘Tis Christ my earthen vessel fills
With treasures rich and free
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God is My Refuge and Strength
Words and Music: Ashley Self, 2015
God is my refuge and strength.
I will not fear, though the earth give way.
When the mountains fall into the sea,
He is there to rescue me;
God is my refuge and strength.
God is a river of life,
Whose streams make glad my heart.
In the mornings, I will sing His praise,
In the evenings, by His grace;
God is a river of life.
(Chorus)
And His voice cries out, and the kingdoms fall,
But He says, “Be still, for I am God.”
He will not be moved, though the nations rage;
I will exalt His name forever.
God is my Savior and King.
He makes the battles cease.
By the work of His hands, I am made clean;
By His blood, I am redeemed;
God is my Savior and King. (Chorus)
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Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Words: Robert Robinson, 1758
Music: Asahel Nettleton, 1825
Come Thou fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet, sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it, Mount of Thy redeeming love.
Here I raise my Ebenezer; Here by thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure, safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger, wand’ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger, interposed His precious blood.
O to grace how great the debtor daily I’m constrained to be;
Let thy goodness, like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for Thy courts above.
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Abide With Me
Words by Henry Lyte, 1847; alt. by Justin Smith
Music by Justin Smith, 2007
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers, fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, abide with me.
Thou on my head, in early youth didst smile;
And, though rebellious, and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee,
On to the close Lord, abide with me.
I need Thy presence, every passing hour.
What but Thy grace, can foil the tempter’s power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, abide with me.
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless
Ills have no weight, tears lose their bitterness
Where is thy sting death? Where grave thy victory?
I triumph still, abide with me.
Hold Thou Thy cross, before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies.
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, Lord, abide with me.
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He Leadeth Me
Words: Joseph H. Gilmore, 1862
Music: William B. Bradbury, 1864
He leadeth me, O blessed thought!
O words with heav’nly comfort fraught!
Whate’er I do, where’er I be
Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.
Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s flowers bloom,
By waters calm, o'er troubled sea,
Still ’tis His hand that leadeth me.
(Chorus)
He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
Lord, I would clasp my hand in Thine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ’tis my God that leadeth me. (Chorus)
And when my task on earth is done,
When by Thy grace the vict’ry’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me. (Chorus)
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The King of Love My Shepherd Is
Words: Henry William Baker, 1868
Music: Traditional Irish
The King of Love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never;
I nothing lack if I am His
And He is mine forever.
Where streams of living water flow
My ransomed soul He leadeth,
And, where the verdant pastures grow,
With food celestial feedeth.
Perverse and foolish, oft I strayed,
But yet in love He sought me;
And on His shoulder gently laid,
And home, rejoicing brought me.
In death’s dark vale, I fear no ill
With Thee, dear Lord, beside me;
Thy rod and staff my comfort still,
Thy cross before to guide me.
Thou spread’st a table in my sight;
Thine unction grace bestoweth;
And O what transport of delight
From Thy pure chalice floweth.
And so through all the length of days,
Thy goodness faileth never;
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
Within Thy house forever.
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Jesus, I Come
Words: William Sleeper, 1887
Music: Greg Thompson, 2000
Out of my bondage, sorrow and night,
Jesus, I come; Jesus I come.
Into Thy freedom, gladness and light,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of my sickness into Thy health,
Out of my wanting and into Thy wealth,
Out of my sin and into Thyself,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of my shameful failure and loss,
Jesus, I come; Jesus, I come.
Into the glorious gain of Thy cross,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of earth’s sorrows into Thy balm,
Out of life’s storms and into Thy calm,
Out of distress into jubilant psalm,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of unrest and arrogant pride,
Jesus, I come; Jesus, I come.
Into Thy blessed will to abide,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of myself to dwell in Thy love,
Out of despair into raptures above,
Upward forever on wings like a dove,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of the fear and dread of the tomb,
Jesus, I come; Jesus, I come.
Into the joy and light of Thy home,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of the depths of ruin untold,
Into the peace of Thy sheltering fold,
Ever Thy glorious face to behold,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
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PSALM 130 (FROM THE DEPTHS OF WOE)
Words: Martin Luther, 1523
Music: Christopher Miner, 1997
From the depths of woe I raise to Thee
the voice of lamentation;
Lord, turn a gracious ear to me
and hear my supplication;
If Thou iniquities dost mark,
our secret sins and misdeeds dark,
O who shall stand before Thee?
(Who shall stand before Thee?)
To wash away the crimson stain,
grace, grace alone availeth;
Our works, alas! Are all in vain;
In much the best life faileth;
No man can glory in Thy sight,
all must alike confess Thy might,
And live alone by mercy
(Live alone by mercy)
Therefore my trust is in the Lord,
and not in mine own merit;
On Him my soul shall rest, His word
upholds my fainting spirit;
His promised mercy is my fort,
my comfort and my sweet support;
I wait for it with patience
(Wait for it with patience)
What though I wait the live-long night,
and ’til the dawn appeareth,
My heart still trusteth in His might;
It doubteth not nor feareth;
Do thus, O ye of Israel’s seed,
ye of the Spirit born indeed;
And wait ’til God appeareth
(Wait ’til God appeareth)
Though great our sins and sore our woes
His grace much more aboundeth;
His helping love no limit knows,
our upmost need it soundeth.
Our Shepherd good and true is He,
who will at last His Israel free
From all their sin and sorrow
(All their sin and sorrow)
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FOUNTAIN OF GRACE
Words and music: Ashley Self, 2015
Fountain of Grace wash over me;
Healing water make me clean.
And in my unbelief, help me to believe;
Fountain of Grace wash over me
(Chorus)
You promise me Your word is true,
and Lord, I live because of you;
My only hope, I seek your face,
You wash me clean, Fountain of Grace.
Fountain of grace wash over me;
Open my eyes that I may see.
When I am fearful let me hide in Thee;
Fountain of Grace wash over me. (Chorus)
Fountain of Grace restore my soul;
Mend my heart and make me whole.
Lord, I am tired and weary from the road;
Fountain of Grace restore my soul. (Chorus)
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Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken
Words: Henry Lyte, 1825
Music: Bill Moore, 2001
Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee;
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shall be.
Perish every fond ambition,
All I’ve sought or hoped or known;
Yet how rich is my condition,
God and heaven are still my own.
Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my savior too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not, like man, untrue;
And, while thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate and friends may shun me;
Show thy face, and all is bright.
Man may trouble and distress me,
‘Twill but drive me to thy breast;
life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
O ‘tis not in grief to harm me,
While thy love is left to me;
O ‘twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
Take, my soul, thy full salvation,
Rise o’er sin and fear and care;
Joy to find in every station,
Something still to do or bear;
Think what spirit dwells within thee,
What a father’s smile is thine,
What a savior died to win thee:
Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?
Hasten on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer;
Heaven’s eternal days before thee,
God’s own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
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Rock of Ages, Cleft For Me
Words: Augustus M. 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 riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;
Cleanse me from its guilt and pow’r.
Not the labors 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 thy 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 eyelids 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.
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God Of My Life, To Thee I Call
Words: William Cowper, 1731-1800.
Music: Benj Pocta, Clint Wells, and Brian T. Murphy, 2006
God of my life, to thee I call,
Afflicted at thy feet I fall;
When the great water-floods prevail,
Leave not my trembling heart to fail!
(Chorus)
Poor though I am, despised, forgot,
Yet God, my God, forgets me not:
And he is safe, and must succeed,
For whom the Lord is sure to plead.
Friend of the friendless and the faint!
Where should I lodge my deep complaint?
Where but with thee, whose open door
Invites the helpless and the poor! (Chorus)
That were a grief I could not bear,
Didst thou not hear and answer prayer;
But a prayer-hearing, answering God,
Supports me under every load. (Chorus)
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All Things New
Words: Horatius Bonar, 1779
Music: Clint Wells, 2009
Come, Lord, and tarry not;
bring the long looked for day;
O why these years of waiting here,
these ages of delay?
Come, for Thy saints still wait;
daily ascends their sigh;
The Spirit and the Bride say, “Come”;
does Thou not hear the cry?
(Chorus)
O come and make all things new.
Come and make all things new
O come and make all things new.
Build up this ruined Earth,
Come and make all things new.
Come, for creation groans,
impatient of Thy stay,
Worn out with these long years of ill,
these ages of delay.
Come, for love waxes cold,
its steps are faint and slow;
Faith now is lost in unbelief,
hope’s lamp burns dim and low. (Chorus)
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This is a collection hymns sung at Red Mountain Church throughout 2021. We started multitrack recording all of the music from the services with a thought that maybe something would be interesting or useful. The idea of releasing an album of 16 tunes was not part of the plan, and really no one even knew we were recording.
The album process started with sifting through around 160 recordings and narrowing it down to the very best of the year. What we end up with is a real glimpse at the music at Red Mountain Church on any given Sunday. This is very representative of the music we play during worship every week.
There are 14 different musicians playing in 12 different combinations. These songs are recorded live with no overdubbing (and minimal rehearsal!) and cover a period from February to December of 2021. This project is a testament to the quality and consistency of the musicians with which God has blessed Red Mountain Church.
