Zachary Alden Smith

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