Sanctuary Messianic

ADONAI

Lord of Eternity Mystery behind the veil

Lord over Heaven and Earth God of Israel

Come with Your wisdom and power

Clothed in Your honor and strength

Lord hear the cry of our hearts

Come O Conquering KING

And every eye will see Your glory fill the sky

ADONAII ADONAI!

Every knee will bow to You, Lord most high

ADONAI! ADONAI!

You alone are God, every tongue will cry

ADONAI!

Here Jerusalem waits Praises lifted on high

Here the beautiful gates long to see You arise

When all of Zion sings Baruch Ha’Ba B’Shem

You are Lord over all the earth……

It Is He (Bonay Y’Rushalayim)

by Lamb

Bo-Neh Y’ru’sha-Lay-Im Adonai

Nid-Chei Yisrael Y’cha-Nes

Bo-Neh Y’ru-Sha-Lay-Im Adonai

Nid-Chai Yisrael Y’cha-Nais

Nid-Chai Yisrael Y’cha-Nais

It Is He Who Numbers The Stars,

It Is He Who Healeth The Broken In Heart,

It Is He Who Binds Up Our Wounds,

Great And Mighty Is He.

It Is He Who Grants Us The Rain,

Waters The Fields,

And Gives Us The Grass And The Grain,

Even When The Young Raven Cries,

Great And Mighty Is He.

Lift Up The Lord, Jerusalem,

And Praise Your God, O Zion,

For He Has Strengthened

The Bars Of Your Gates,

And Blessed Your Sons Forever.

I love to tell the story Of unseen things above,

Of Jesus and His glory, Of Jesus and His love.

I love to tell the story, Because I know ’tis true;

It satisfies my longings As nothing else can do.

I love to tell the story,

’Twill be my theme in glory

To tell the old, old story

of Jesus and His love.

I love to tell the story; More wonderful it seems

Than all the golden fancies Of all my golden dreams,

I love to tell the story, It did so much for me;

And that is just the reason I tell it now to thee.

I love to tell the story; ’Tis pleasant to repeat

What seems each time I tell it, More wonderfully sweet.

I love to tell the story; For some have never heard

The message of salvation From God’s own holy Word.

I love to tell the story; For those who know it best

Seem hungering and thirsting To hear it like the rest.

And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the new, new song,

’Twill be the old, old story, That I have loved so long.

Jesus climbed the hill to the garden still

His steps were heavy and slow

Love and a prayer took Him there

To the place only He could go

Gethsemane Jesus loves me

So He went willingly to Gethsemane

He felt all that was sad, wicked or bad

All the pain we would ever know

While His friends were asleep He fought to keep

His promise made long ago

Gethsemane Jesus loves me

So He went willingly to Gethsemane

The hardest thing that ever was done

The greatest pain that ever was known

The biggest battle that ever was won

This was done by Jesus, The fight was won by Jesus

Gethsemane Jesus loves me

So He gave this gift to me in Gethsemane