His Rightful Praise

His Rightful Praise

There’s no one like the Lord
In patience, love, and might,
In holiness and grace,
In truth and glorious light.
All things belong to Him
Because He made them all –
He holds it all in place
And guides things great and small.

Though angels all rejoiced
And every person sang,
Though birds and oceans joined
And all the heavens rang,

Thank You for Your Love

Thank You for Your Love

My God, I come in humble awe
And thank You for Your love
So vast, so deep, so wonderful
It lifts my heart above.

That God Himself would come to earth
Rejected, tested, poor,
Then take my sin with all its shame
To open heaven’s door.

That Jesus Christ would bear my guilt
And wear it on the tree –
Unjustly lifted up to die
To show His love for me.

A Gratitude Bouquet

A Gratitude Bouquet

The morning sun is up again
To greet a brand new day,
To show God’s praise from east to west
And chase the night away.

The little birds are all awake
And singing to the Lord,
Inviting all who hear their praise
To join each joyful chord.

The flowers, too, are open now
With colors fair and bright,
A silent witness to the care
Of God who gives them light.

You Gave Me Strength

You Gave Me Strength

I cried to You in time of need,
You heard my earnest prayer –
From heaven’s height sent grace to help
And proved Your tender care.

You gave me strength when I was weak
Just like You said You would;
I couldn’t do what lay ahead,
But then I found You could.

So here I raise a song of thanks
And lift my heart in praise:
The Lord has done great things for me
And I will trust His ways.

To Him Who’s Overcome

To Him Who’s Overcome

To Him who’s overcome the world
And gives us hope and cheer,
To Him who crushed the bands of death
And freed us from its fear,

To Him who came and died for us
Then rose to live anew,
To Him who gives His life to us
To share His glory, too,

To Him whose love will never fade,
Whose grace will never end,
To Him who cares for every need
And lets us call Him Friend,

At Christ’s Expense

At Christ’s Expense

At Christ’s expense my soul is free
From sin and guilt and shame;
He paid the price to pardon me –
All glory to His Name!

At Christ’s expense I now belong
As child of God and heir;
My Father’s love is vast and strong
And keeps me in His care.

At Christ’s expense I have a home
That He’s prepared for me;
He made the way for me to come
And offered me the key.