New Life Baptist Church, College Station Texas

Hymn of the month

Feb­ru­ary 2010

Rock of Ages

Rock of Ages cleft for me
Let me hide myself in Thee
Let the water and the blood
From Thy wounded side which flowed
Be for sin a dou­ble cure
Save from wrath and make me pure

Not the labor of my hands
Can ful­fill Thy law’s demands
Could my zeal no respite know
Could my tears for­ever flow
All for sin could not atone
Thou must save, and Thou alone

You’re my Rock of Ages
You res­cued my soul from deprav­ity
Rock of Ages
Atone­ment for my sin
You bring me back to life again

While I draw this fleet­ing breath
When mine eyes shall close in death
When I soar to worlds unknown
And behold Thee on Thy throne
Noth­ing in my hand I bring
Sim­ply to the cross I cling

© Augus­tus M. Toplady: 1776
Arrange­ment & Cho­rus by Ryan Price
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Jan­u­ary 2010

When I Sur­vey The Won­drous Cross

When I sur­vey the won­drous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died
My rich­est gain I count as loss
And pour con­tempt on all my pride

See from His head, His hands, His feet
Sor­row and love flow min­gled down
Did e’er such love and sor­row meet
Or thorns com­pose so rich a crown

Oh the won­der­ful cross, O the won­der­ful cross
Bids me come and die to find that I might truly live
Oh the won­der­ful cross, O the won­der­ful cross
All who gather here, by grace draw near and bless your name

For­bid it Lord that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ my God
All the vain things that charm me most
I sac­ri­fice them to his blood

Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were an offer­ing far too small
Love so amaz­ing so divine
Demands my soul, my life, my all

© Isaac Watts: 1707
Arrange­ment by Rob­bie Seay
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Decem­ber 2009

Hark! The Her­ald Angels Sing

Hark! the her­ald angels sing,
“Glory to the new born King,
peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sin­ners rec­on­ciled!“
Joy­ful, all ye nations rise,
join the tri­umph of the skies;
with th’ angelic host pro­claim,
“Christ is born in Beth­le­hem!“
Hark! the her­ald angels sing,
“Glory to the new born King!”

Christ, by high­est heaven adored;
Christ, the ever­last­ing Lord;
late in time behold him come,
off­spring of a virgin’s womb.
Veiled in flesh the God­head see;
hail th’ incar­nate Deity,
pleased as man with men to dwell,
Jesus, our Emmanuel.
Hark! the her­ald angels sing,
“Glory to the new born King!”

Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Right­eous­ness!
Light and life to all he brings,
risen with heal­ing in his wings.
Mild he lays his glory by,
born that man no more may die,
born to raise the sons of earth,
born to give us sec­ond birth.
Hark! the her­ald angels sing,
“Glory to the new born King!”

See him ris­ing from the grave;
sing abroad is power to save
Though he came for us to die;
now he reigns enthroned on high
Death is con­quered we are free;
Christ has won the vic­tory
Jus­ti­fied now by his grace;
grate­fully we bring him praise
Hark the her­ald angels sing,
“Glory to the new­born King!”

© Charles Wes­ley: 1739
Arrange­ment by Donna Stu­art
Last Verse by Aaron Hen­drick
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Novem­ber 2009

Take My Life (and Let It Be)

Take my life and let it be con­se­crated, Lord to Thee
Take my moments and my days, let them flow in cease­less praise
Take my hands and let them move at the impulse of Thy love
Take my feet and let them be swift and beau­ti­ful for Thee

Take my voice and let me sing always, only for my King
Take my lips and let them be filled with mes­sages from Thee
Take my sil­ver and my gold, not a mite would I with­hold
Take my intel­lect and use every power as You choose

Here am I
All of me
Take my life
It’s all for Thee

Take my will and make it Thine, it shall be no longer mine
Take my heart, it is Thine own, it shall be Thy royal throne
Take my love, my Lord, I pour at Your feet it’s trea­sure store
Take myself and I will be ever, only, all for Thee

© Frances Haver­gal: 1874
Arrange­ment & Cho­rus by Chris Tom­lin
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Octo­ber 2009

Glo­ri­ous Day

One day when heaven was filled with His praises
One day when sin was as black as could be
Jesus came forth to be born of a vir­gin
He dwelt among men, my exam­ple is He

Liv­ing He loved me - Dying He saved me
Buried He car­ried my sins far away
Ris­ing He jus­ti­fied freely for­ever
One day He’s com­ing
Oh, Glo­ri­ous Day
Oh, Glo­ri­ous Day

One day they led Him up calvary’s moun­tain
One day they nailed Him to die on a tree
Suf­fer­ing anguish, despised and rejected
Bear­ing our sins, my Redeemer is He

One day the grave could con­ceal Him no longer
One day the stone rolled away from the door
Then He arose — Over death He had con­quered
Now is ascended, My lord evermore

One day the trum­pet will sound for His com­ing
One day the skies with His glo­ries will shine
Won­der­ful day my beloved was bring­ing
Glo­ri­ous Sav­ior this Jesus is mine

© J. Wilbur Chap­man: 1908
Arr: Jeff Johnson

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Sep­tem­ber 2009

Come and Welcome

From the cross uplifted high — Where the Sav­ior yields to die
What melo­di­ous sounds I hear — Burst­ing on my rav­ished ear
Love’s redeem­ing work is done
Come and wel­come, sin­ners, come

Sprin­kled now with blood the throne — Why beneath our bur­dens groan
On his pierced body laid — Jus­tice owns the ran­som paid
Bow the knee and kiss the Son
Come and wel­come, sin­ners, come

The love of Christ so rich and free — Our ever­last­ing surety
He calls his own from death to life — And guards us in the midst of strife
His love pur­sues us when we roam
Come and wel­come, sin­ners, come

Soon the days of life shall end — Lo, He comes, our Sav­ior, Friend
Safe our spir­its to con­vey — To the realms of end­less day
Up to our eter­nal home.
Come and wel­come, sin­ners, come.
Come and wel­come, sin­ners, come
Come and wel­come, sin­ners, come

© Thomas Haweis: 1792
* Third verse has been changed from the original.

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August 2009


Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Come, Thou Fount of every bless­ing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceas­ing,
Call for songs of loud­est praise.
Teach me some melo­di­ous son­net,
Sung by flam­ing tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeem­ing love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good plea­sure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wan­der­ing from the fold of God;
He, to res­cue me from dan­ger,
Inter­posed His pre­cious blood;

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m con­strained to be!
Let Thy good­ness, like a fet­ter,
Bind my wan­der­ing heart to Thee.
Prone to wan­der, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

O that day when freed from sin­ning
We shall see Thy lovely face
Gath­ered with the saints of heaven
Singing of Thy sov­er­eign grace
Come, O Lord, no longer tarry
Take our ran­somed souls away
Still we labor in Thy power
Wait­ing for that glo­ri­ous day

© Robert Robin­son, 1758
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July 2009


Jesus I My Cross Have Taken

Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave and fol­low Thee.
Des­ti­tute, despised, for­saken, thou from hence my all shall be.
Per­ish every fond ambi­tion, all I’ve sought or hoped or known.
Yet how rich is my con­di­tion! God and heav’n are still my own.

Let the world despise and leave me, They have left my Sav­ior, too.
Human hearts and looks deceive me; Thou art not, like man, untrue.
And while Jesus smiles upon me, God of wis­dom, love, and light,
Foes may hate and friends dis­own me, But show Thy face and all is bright.

Man may trou­ble and dis­tress me, It only dri­ves me to Your side
Life with tri­als hard may press me; Still your word will be my guide.
I have called Thee Abba Father, I have stayed my heart on Thee
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather; All must work for good to me.

Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer.
Heav’n’s eter­nal days before me, God’s own hand shall guide us there.
Soon shall close our earthly mis­sion, Soon shall pass these pil­grim days,
Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

© Henry Lyte, 1824
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June 2009


Thy mercy my God

Thy mercy my God is the theme of my song
The joy of my heart and the boast of my tongue
Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last
Hath won my affec­tion and bound my soul fast

With­out Thy sweet mercy I could not live here
Sin would reduce me to utter despair
But through Thy free good­ness my spirit’s revived
And He that first made me still keeps me alive

Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart
Which won­ders to feel its own hard­ness depart
Dis­solved by thy good­ness I fall to the ground
And weep to the praise of the mercy I’ve found

Great Father of mer­cies! Thy good­ness I own
And the covenant love of Thy cru­ci­fied Son
All praise to the Spirit whose whis­per divine
Seals mercy and par­don and right­eous­ness mine!

© John Stocker, 1776
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May 2009


Praise To The Lord, The Almighty

Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of cre­ation
O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and sal­va­tion
All ye who hear, now to His tem­ple draw near
Praise Him in glad adoration

Praise to the Lord, Who o’er all things so won­drously reigneth
Shel­ters thee under His wings, yea, so gen­tly sus­taineth
Hast thou not seen how thy desires e’er have been
Granted in what He ordaineth?

Praise to the Lord, who doth pros­per thy work and defend thee
Surely His good­ness and mercy here daily attend thee
Pon­der anew what the Almighty can do
If with His love He befriend thee

Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me adore Him
All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him
Let the “Amen” sound from His peo­ple again
Gladly for aye we adore Him

Hal­lelu­jah, Hal­lelu­jah, Hal­lelu­jah, Hallelujah

© Joachim Naen­der, 1680
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April 2009


Before the Throne of God Above

Before the throne of God above, I have a strong, a per­fect plea,
A great High Priest whose name is “Love,” Who ever lives and pleads for me.
My name is graven on His hands, My name is writ­ten on His heart;
I know that while in heaven He stands no tongue can bid me thence depart.
No tongue can bid me thence depart.

When Satan tempts me to despair, and tells me of the guilt within,
upward I look and see Him there who made an end to all my sin.
Because the sin­less Sav­ior died, my sin­ful soul is counted free;
For God, the Just, is satisfied to look on him and par­don me.
to look on him and par­don me.

Behold him there! the risen Lamb, my per­fect, spot­less Right­eous­ness,
the great unchange­able I AM, the King of glory and of grace!
One with Him­self I can­not die, My soul is pur­chased by His blood;
My life is hid with Christ on high, with Christ, my Sav­ior and my God
with Christ, my Sav­ior and my God

Hal­lelu­jah, Hal­lelu­jah
Praise the one, risen Son of God

© Char­i­tie Ban­croft, 1863