
The Wonderful Blood (Tiffany Hudson)
Let the redeemed sing a song Praises belong to the Son
Let the redeemed sing a song Praises belong to the Son
Give ear to my words, O Lord, Consider my meditation. Give heed to the voice of
Be still, my heart! these anxious cares To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares;
With my burden I begin Lord, remove this load of sin Let Your blood, for sinners
I once was lost in darkest night Yet thought I knew the way
From the Father forth He came And returneth to the same, Captive leading death and hell
If you’ll take one step toward the Savior, my friend, You’ll find His arms open wide,
Savior, again to your dear name we raise
With one accord our parting hymn of
Gather with the saints at the river That flows by the throne of God.
Create in me a new heart, Lord, That gladly I obey Your Word. Let what You
Precious Lord, take my hand, Lead me on, let me stand, I am tired, I am
I cling to Christ, And marvel at the cost
Jesus forsaken, God estranged from God.
We worship You, we bless You, To you alone we sing, We praise You, and confess
Come from on high to me; I cannot rise to thee. Cheer my wearied spirit, O
Nearer, still nearer, close to Thy heart, Draw me, my Savior, so precious Thou art
You are my light and salvation whom shall i fear You are the strength of all