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  • 1 - On Jordan's Stormy Banks - Audio

    1 - On Jordan's Stormy Banks - Audio
    Mar 22 2020
    On Jordan's Stormy Banks On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand and cast a wishful eye To Canaan’s fair and happy land where my possessions lie. All o’er those wide extended plains shines one eternal day. There God the Son forever reigns and scatters night away. [Chorus] I am bound (I am bound), I am bound (I am bound), I am bound for the promised land, I am bound (I am bound), I am bound (I am bound), I am bound for the promised land, No chilling winds nor poisonous breath can reach that healthful shore. Sickness, sorrow, pain and death are felt and feared no more. When shall I reach that happy place and be forever blessed? When shall I see my Father’s face and in His bosom rest? [Chorus x3] ©1997 Christopher Minor Music. Words by Samuel Stennett. Music by Christopher Minor Arrangement by Daniel Campbell
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    11 min
  • 1 - On Jordan's Stormy Banks - PDF

    1 - On Jordan's Stormy Banks - PDF
    Mar 22 2020
    On Jordan's Stormy Banks On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand and cast a wishful eye To Canaan’s fair and happy land where my possessions lie. All o’er those wide extended plains shines one eternal day. There God the Son forever reigns and scatters night away. [Chorus] I am bound (I am bound), I am bound (I am bound), I am bound for the promised land, I am bound (I am bound), I am bound (I am bound), I am bound for the promised land, No chilling winds nor poisonous breath can reach that healthful shore. Sickness, sorrow, pain and death are felt and feared no more. When shall I reach that happy place and be forever blessed? When shall I see my Father’s face and in His bosom rest? [Chorus x3] ©1997 Christopher Minor Music. Words by Samuel Stennett. Music by Christopher Minor Arrangement by Daniel Campbell
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  • 2 - More Than We Know - Audio

    2 - More Than We Know - Audio
    Mar 30 2020
    More Than We Know When we walk through the desert for forty years straight It may feel like the Lord doesn’t care. But the manna that feeds us day after day Is the proof that he’s always been there. It’s the proof that he’s always been there. [Chorus] The Lord loves his children more than we know, All that he does, he does to show That he’ll never forsake us, he’ll never let go. The Lord loves his children more than we know, Oh, oh, oh... When we stare down that giant standing so tall Marching toward us on the field, The Lord sends his champion to fight for us all, And his children need only be still. His children need only be still. [Chorus] When the hour grows dark, he closes his eyes And our Savior breathes his last breath; He pierces the darkness, and he comes back to life So his children don’t have to fear death. His children don’t have to fear death. [Chorus] ©2018 Joe Deegan. Words and Music by Joe Deegan
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    9 min
  • 2 - More Than We Know - PDF

    2 - More Than We Know - PDF
    Mar 30 2020
    More Than We Know When we walk through the desert for forty years straight It may feel like the Lord doesn’t care. But the manna that feeds us day after day Is the proof that he’s always been there. It’s the proof that he’s always been there. [Chorus] The Lord loves his children more than we know, All that he does, he does to show That he’ll never forsake us, he’ll never let go. The Lord loves his children more than we know, Oh, oh, oh... When we stare down that giant standing so tall Marching toward us on the field, The Lord sends his champion to fight for us all, And his children need only be still. His children need only be still. [Chorus] When the hour grows dark, he closes his eyes And our Savior breathes his last breath; He pierces the darkness, and he comes back to life So his children don’t have to fear death. His children don’t have to fear death. [Chorus] ©2018 Joe Deegan. Words and Music by Joe Deegan
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  • 3 - My Only Comfort - Audio

    3 - My Only Comfort - Audio
    Apr 5 2020
    My Only Comfort What is your only comfort In life or in death? That I belong body and soul To the Lord who gives me breath, To the Lord who gives me breath. He has fully paid for my sins With his own precious blood. He has set me free from the tyranny Of the ruler of this world, Of the ruler of this world. [Chorus] Oh I am not my own, I am bound to Christ alone. My only comfort in this life, Is belonging to the Lord, Is belonging to the Lord. I believe in the resurrection And the promise that was made, That my body and soul will be made whole On the Lord’s Anointed Day, On the Lord’s Anointed Day. [Chorus] No eye has fully seen, No ear has fully heard, No human heart can imagine The world that is to come, The world that is to come. [Chorus] ©2018 Joe Deegan. Words and Music by Joe Deegan
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    13 min
  • 3 - My Only Comfort - PDF

    3 - My Only Comfort - PDF
    Apr 5 2020
    My Only Comfort What is your only comfort In life or in death? That I belong body and soul To the Lord who gives me breath, To the Lord who gives me breath. He has fully paid for my sins With his own precious blood. He has set me free from the tyranny Of the ruler of this world, Of the ruler of this world. [Chorus] Oh I am not my own, I am bound to Christ alone. My only comfort in this life, Is belonging to the Lord, Is belonging to the Lord. I believe in the resurrection And the promise that was made, That my body and soul will be made whole On the Lord’s Anointed Day, On the Lord’s Anointed Day. [Chorus] No eye has fully seen, No ear has fully heard, No human heart can imagine The world that is to come, The world that is to come. [Chorus] ©2018 Joe Deegan. Words and Music by Joe Deegan
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  • 4 - Jesus I My Cross Have Taken - Audio

    4 - Jesus I My Cross Have Taken - Audio
    Apr 12 2020
    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 heaven are still my own. Go, then, earthly fame and treasure, Come disaster, scorn and pain In Thy service, pain is pleasure, With Thy favor, loss is gain 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. Soul, then know thy full salvation; Rise o’er sin and fear and care Joy to find in every station, Something still to do or bear. Think what Spirit dwells within thee, Think what Father’s smiles are thine, Think that Jesus died to win thee, Child of heaven, canst thou repine? Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer. Heaven’s eternal days before thee, God’s own hand shall guide us there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days, Hope shall change to glad fruition; Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. ©2001 Bill Moore Music. Words by Henry Lyte. Music by Bill Moore.
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    14 min
  • 4 - Jesus I My Cross Have Taken - PDF

    4 - Jesus I My Cross Have Taken - PDF
    Apr 12 2020
    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 heaven are still my own. Go, then, earthly fame and treasure, Come disaster, scorn and pain In Thy service, pain is pleasure, With Thy favor, loss is gain 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. Soul, then know thy full salvation; Rise o’er sin and fear and care Joy to find in every station, Something still to do or bear. Think what Spirit dwells within thee, Think what Father’s smiles are thine, Think that Jesus died to win thee, Child of heaven, canst thou repine? Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer. Heaven’s eternal days before thee, God’s own hand shall guide us there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days, Hope shall change to glad fruition; Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. ©2001 Bill Moore Music. Words by Henry Lyte. Music by Bill Moore.
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