O Bless the Lord, My Soul
|01||O Bless the Lord, My Soul|
|02||God Moves in a Mysterious Way|
|03||I Was a Wandering Sheep|
|04||Jesus Our Heavenly Warrior Is|
|05||There is a Fountain|
|06||My Maker and My King|
|07||O My Distrustful Heart|
|08||Jesus Is my Great High Priest|
|09||The God of Abraham Praise|
|10||When, Wounded Sore, The Stricken Soul|
God Moves in a Mysterious Way
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
— William Cowper, 1773; music Zack Smith, 2010
Jesus Is my Great High Priest
Jesus is my great High Priest;
Bears my name up-on his breast;
And that we may never part,
I am sealed up-on his heart.
All my sins were on him thrown;
He for them did once atone;
He did all my debts discharge
And has set my soul at large.
By his own atoning blood,
He my wounded spirit cured;
Washed and made me white as snow
He cleansed me well from top to toe.
He has bought me with his blood;
Reconciled my soul to God;
Made me fit for glory too,
And will bring me safely through.
— William Gadsby, 1838; music Zack Smith, 2010