Holy, Holy is the name
Holy is the Lamb for sinners slain
By Him the demons die
Redemption draweth nigh
Glory to His Name
You bore my sickness
You carried all my sins
Oh son of David, why?
Are we not all like sheep,
Following our own way
Yet on Your back my sins were laid.
Messiah You loved me
You gave Your life for me
Your blood an offering
Now my sins are whiter than snow
Washed in Your blood
Guilty I stood, but now I’m free
Come let us go up
To the mountain of the Lord
And to the house
Of the God of Jacob
And the law will go forth
From Zion
And the word of the Lord
From Jerusalem
We will walk in His
Footsteps
And He will teach us His
Ways
And He will judge
Many peoples
And decide for mighty
Nations
Far and wide
Swords will be beaten
Into plowshares
And nations will not
Learn war again
And to the house
Of the God of Jacob
And to the house
Of the God of JacobG
He is jealous for me, Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realize just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.
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And oh, how He loves us oh
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all
He is jealous for me, Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realize just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.
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And we are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If His grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.
And heaven meets earth like an unforeseen kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about, the way
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Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that thou art –
Thou my best thought, by day or by night;
Waking or sleeping, thy presence my light.
Be thou my wisdom, and thou my true word;
I ever with thee and thou with me, Lord.
Thou my great Father; thine own may I be,
Thou in me dwelling and I one with thee.
Riches I heed not, nor vain, empty praise;
Thou mine inheritance, now and always;
Thou and thou only first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my treasure thou art.
High King of heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven’s joys, O bright heaven’s sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my vision, O Ruler of all.
Sanctuary Messianic 