Virtual Church: Sunday, MAY 24 – “Having Hope”

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Praise the Lord with the Sound of Trumpet

Praise the Lord with the sound of trumpet,
praise the Lord with the harp and lute,
praise the Lord with the gentle sounding flute.
Praise the Lord in the field and forest,
praise the Lord in the city square,
praise the Lord anytime and anywhere.

Praise the Lord in the wind and sunshine,
praise the Lord in the dark of night,
praise the Lord in the rain or snow
or in the morning light.
Praise the Lord in the deepest valley,
praise the Lord on the highest hill,
praise the Lord; never let your voice be still.

Praise the Lord with the crashing cymbal,
praise the Lord with the pipe and string,
praise the Lord with the joyful songs you sing.
Praise the Lord on a weekday morning,
praise the Lord on a Sunday noon,
praise the Lord by the light of sun or moon.

Praise the Lord in the time of sorrow,
praise the Lord in the time of joy,
praise the Lord every moment;
nothing let your praise destroy.
Praise the Lord in the peace and quiet,
praise the Lord in your work or play,
praise the Lord everywhere in every way.

(Words & Music: Natalie Sleeth, © Hinshaw Music, Inc. Church CCLI # 2458953)

Cares Chorus

I cast all my cares upon You.
I lay all of my burdens
down at Your feet.
And any time
that I don’t
know what to do,
I will cast all my cares upon You.

I cast all my cares upon You.
I lay all of my burdens
down at Your feet.
And any time
that I don’t
know what to do,
I will cast all of my cares upon You —
I will cast all my cares upon You.

(Words & Music: Kelly Willard, © Maranatha! Music, Church CCLI # 2458953)

Amazing Grace

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound,
that saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
was blind, but now I see.

’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
and grace my fears relieved;
how precious did that grace appear
the hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come;
’tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
and grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me:
this word my hope secures;
God will my shield and portion be,
as long as life endures.

What thanks I owe you, and what love —
a boundless, endless store —
shall echo through the realms above
when time shall be no more.

When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
bright shining as the sun,
we’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
than when we’d first begun.

(Words: John Newton, Music: Anonymous, Words & Music © Public Domain Church CCLI #2458953)