Sunday Worship Gathering 11 AM @ North Community Lutheran Church
114 Morse Road Columbus, OH 43214 (Map)
Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love and power.
Come, ye thirsty, come, and welcome, God’s free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance, Every grace that brings you nigh.
Come, ye weary, heavy laden, Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry ‘til you’re better, You will never come at all. You will never come at all.
On the bloody cross behold Him, Sinner, will this not suffice,
Lo! the incarnate God ascended, Pleads His perfect sacrifice.
Let not conscience make you linger, Not of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth Is to feel your need of Him.
When death shows his face And bares his teeth May we with faith run to calvary
Not one shed tear No strand of grief Falls to the ground and goes unseen
Death is defeated and Jesus reigns Tell the world there is hope in His name
He pushed back the darkness He conquered our sin And Christ will make all things new again
And Christ will make all things new again New again
We're blinded by trials Our lives marked with pain Shadows surround us but there is hope today
When sorrows run deep and the night is long May we find peace in the Savior's song
The sun it is dawning It pierces the night It cuts through the shadows With redemption's light
The fallen will rise The weak will be strong Death turns to life in our savior's arms
Man of sorrows, Lamb of God By His own betrayed
The sin of man and wrath of God Has been on Jesus laid
Silent as He stood accused Beaten, mocked, and scorned
Bowing to the Father's will He took a crown of thorns
Oh, that rugged cross, my salvation Where Your love poured out over me
Now my soul cries out hallelujah Praise and honor unto Thee
Sent of heaven, God's own Son To purchase and redeem
And reconcile the very ones Who nailed Him to that tree
Now my debt is paid It is paid in full By the precious blood That my Jesus spilled
Now the curse of sin Has no hold on me Whom the Son sets free Oh is free indeed
See the stone is rolled away Behold the empty tomb
Hallelujah, God be praised He's risen from the grave
Come behold the wondrous mystery In the dawning of the King
He the theme of heavens praises Robed in frail humanity
In our longing, in our darkness Now the light of life has come
Look to Christ, who condescended Took on flesh to ransom us
Come behold the wondrous mystery He the perfect Son of Man
In His living, in His suffering Never trace nor stain of sin
See the true and better Adam Come to save the hell-bound man
Christ the great and sure fulfillment Of the law; in Him we stand
Come behold the wondrous mystery Christ the Lord upon the tree
In the stead of ruined sinners Hangs the Lamb in victory
See the price of our redemption See the Father’s plan unfold
Bringing many sons to glory Grace unmeasured, love untold
Come behold the wondrous mystery Slain by death the God of life
But no grave could e'er restrain Him Praise the Lord; He is alive!
What a foretaste of deliverance How unwavering our hope
Christ in power resurrected As we will be when he comes
When I fear my faith will fail, Christ will hold me fast;
When the tempter would prevail, He will hold me fast.
I could never keep my hold, Through life's fearful path
For my love is often cold, He must hold me fast.
He will hold me fast, He will hold me fast;
For my Savior loves me so, He will hold me fast.
Those He saves are His delight. Christ will hold me fast;
Precious in His holy sight He will hold me fast.
He’ll not let my soul be lost, His promises shall last;
Bought by Him at such a cost, He will hold me fast.
For my life, He bled and died Christ will hold me fast;
Justice has been satisfied He will hold me fast;
Raised with Him to endless life He will hold me fast;
Till our faith is set to sight When He comes at last
My hope is built on nothing less, Than Jesus' blood and righteousness
I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus' name
When darkness seems veil His face, I rest on His unchanging grace
In every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the veil
On Christ the solid Rock I stand, All other ground is sinking sand
All other ground is sinking sand
His oath His covenant His blood, Support me in the whelming flood
When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay
When He shall come with trumpet sound, O may I then in Him be found
Dressed in His righteousness alone, Faultless to stand before the throne
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