Prophets Have Spoken (Amos 3-9)

Original Music: Morning has broken, Traditional Gaelic Melody; arr. Mark Hayes, (1953- )

Prophets have spoken, word of God’s knowledge,
Judgment is coming, thus says the Lord.
Praise for his loving, come now in judging
Praise for his mercy, sorrow’s reward.

Fallen from freedom, fallen all nations,
Rise up repentant, thus says the Lord.
Woe to his chosen, who live in comfort,
Woe to the prideful, judged by the sword.

Justice is speaking, yield to its teaching
Prophets of mercy, your soul to live.
Hear, O my people, thy gracious warning,
“Return and love me, seek good and live.”

God sends an offering, worship that’s pleasing
Praise for His patience, He does not sleep.
Praise Him for Jesus, remnant of Joseph
God’s own redemption, promise He keeps.

God of all glory that you would save us,
Obstinate people, Jesus our plea.
Salvation spoken, Curse in him broken,
Praise His perfection, Jesus our King.

Hallelujah, O what a Savior
Infinite wisdom, bless’d trinity.
Praise to the Father, Son, Holy Spirit
Praise for their gladness, eternally.

Grace that’s Sovereign Free

Original Music: Amazing Grace; (anonymous) Traditional American Melody from Carrell and Clayton's Virginia Harmon; 1831 arr: Edwin Excell.

I heard that Grace became a man,
Divine humility,
How could such grace have come this far?
But grace that’s Sovereign free.

For God spared not his only son,
To make his glories known.
While dead in sin, all hated Him,
His glory did atone.

This is love not that we love God,
But that he loved us first.
He died our death, displayed God’s worth,
Crushing the dreadful curse.

No works of mine will ever stand,
The flesh will not believe.
It must be grace that conquers man
And cause him to believe.

By grace through faith in Christ alone,
The heart’s only true plea.
His righteousness is made my own,
Imputed unto me.

Praise God for his amazing grace,
Once hung upon the tree.
He bore my sins and wrath deserved,
Oh, grace that’s Sovereign free.

Prepare to meet your God (Amos 4:12f, 5:24)

Original Music: Breathe on Me, Breath of God; Robert Jackson, 1840-1914
Alternate song: Make me a captive, Lord

Prepare to meet your God,
His judgments all are true.
There’s not one right or rule to claim,
Religion that knows not You.

Prepare to meet your God,
While He may still be found.
His mercy will not be presumed,
His justice like rain, come down.

Prepare to meet your God,
For He who says what’s good.
The counsel of His own delight,
No creature has understood.

Prepare to meet your God,
Nothing but faith will do.
Without true faith in what He gave,
Salvation will turn from you.

Who is this Lord, that speaks,
The God of hosts His name.
Prepare to meet your God and King,
Before His holy fame.

My Lord and portion be (Ps. 119:57)

Original Music: Nearer, My God, to Thee; Lowell Mason, 1856.

My Lord and portion be, grace to know Thee.
Help me thy word to keep, thy face to seek.
Break all my worldly thoughts,
Take all my selfish wants,
My Lord and portion need
Happy in Thee.

Grace for the contrite heart, only desire,
Forgive all man’s offense; my heart relents.
Cause me to want the right,
Help me to not lose sight,
My Lord and portion need,
Happy in Thee.

Silver and gold I lack, Jesus I have.
Christ has redeemed my soul, making my soul glad.
Surrender vain attempts,
Searching for happiness.
My Lord and portion need
Happy in Thee.

My Lord and portion be, glory to see.
Christ all authority; He sets me free.
There upon Calvary,
Rose up triumphantly.
My Lord and portion need,
Happy in Thee.

Let God Be True!

(Rom. 3:3-5, Rom. 6:1-2, Psalm 24: 3-5, Mat. 5:10-11)
Original Music: God of Our Fathers, George Warren, 1828-1902.
Alternate tune: Go forth and tell

All men have lied, there’s no one that is good,
All turn aside; we do not what we should.
Is God unjust to bring upon his wrath?
Let God be true! And all else be unmasked.

What should we say, shall we continue sin?
Would not his grace abound to surely win?
May God forbid! His grace is for control.
His grace abounds to sanctify our soul.

Who may ascend, the hill of Christ, the Lord?
And who can stand before God’s holy word?
He with clean hands, a heart that’s only pure,
The blessed one, the Son of God’s pleasure.

Rise up and live, your life is hid in Christ.
Be strong and love, with all heart, soul, and might.
Love even when they persecute the name,
Blessed ye of Christ, what joy and future gain.