Standing on the promises/leaning on the everlasting arms
Standing on the promises of Christ my King
Through eternal ages let His praises ring
Glory in the highest I will shout and sing
I’m Standing on the promises of God
Standing on the promises that cannot fail
When the howling storms of doubt and fear assail
By the living Word of God I shall prevail
Standing on the promises of God
Standing, standing
Standing on the promises of God my Saviour
Standing, standing
I’m standing on the promises of God
What a fellowship, what a joy divine
Leaning on the everlasting arms
What a blessedness, what a peace is mine
Leaning on the everlasting arms
I’m leaning, oh leaning
safe and secure from all alarm
I’m leaning, oh leaning
leaning on the everlasting arms
Are you washed, in the blood,
in the soul cleansing blood of the Lamb
Are your garments spotless are they white as snow,
are they washed in the blood of the Lamb
Standing, standing
Standing on the promises of God my Saviour
Standing, standing
I’m standing on the promises of God
I’m standing, standing …… I’m standing on the promises of God
He will hold me fast
When I fear my faith will fail Christ will hold me fast
When the tempter would prevail He will hold me fast
I could never keep my hold through life’s fearful path
For my love is often cold He must hold me fast
He will hold me fast
He will hold me fast
For my Saviour loves me so
He will hold me fast
Those He saves are His delight Christ will hold me fast
Precious in His holy sight He will hold me fast
He’ll not let my soul be lost His Promises shall last
Bought by Him at such a cost He will hold me fast
For my life He bled and died Christ will hold me fast
Justice has been satisfied He will hold me fast
Raised with Him to endless life He will hold me fast
Till our faith is turned to sight when He comes at last
Yet not I but through Christ in me
What gift of grace is Jesus, my Redeemer
There is no more for heaven now to give
He is my joy, my righteousness, and freedom
My steadfast love, my deep and boundless peace
To this I hold: My hope is only Jesus
For my life is wholly bound to His
Oh how strange and divine, I can sing: all is mine!
Yet not I but through Christ in me
The night is dark, but I am not forsaken
For by my side the Saviour, He will stay
I labour on in weakness and rejoicing
For in my need His power is displayed
To this I hold: My Shepherd will defend me
Through the deepest valley He will lead
Oh the night has been won and I shall overcome!
Yet not I but through Christ in me
No fate I dread, I know I am forgiven
The future sure, the price, it has been paid
For Jesus bled and suffered for my pardon
And He was raised to overthrow the grave
To this I hold: My sin has been defeated
Jesus now and every is my plea
Oh the chains are released, I can sing: I am free!
Yet not I but through Christ in me
With every breath I long to follow Jesus
For He has said that He will bring me home
And day by day I know He will renew me
Until I stand with joy before the throne
To this I hold: My hope is only Jesus
All the glory evermore to Him
When the race is complete, still my lips shall repeat:
Yet not I but through Christ in me
When the race is complete, still my lips shall repeat:
Yet not I but through Christ in me
Yet not I but through Christ in me
I just want to praise You
I just want to praise You
Lift my hands and say I love You
You are everything to me
And I exalt Your holy Name on high
I just want to praise You
Lift my hands and say I love You
You are everything to me
And I exalt Your holy Name
I exalt Your holy Name
I exalt Your holy Name on high
How great Thou art
O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder,
consider all the works Thy hands have made
I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art
When through the woods and forest glades I wonder,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur,
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze
And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing,
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin
When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation,
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart
Then I shall bow in humble adoration and there proclaim,
my God, how great Thou art!