God’s own Son i-dent-if-ies with us Took flesh and blood and became a man Choosing to suffer and trust like us Calling us fam’ly, in Him we stand
Chorus Fast, Fast, Hold fast Hold fast to Jesus the Better One Near, Near, Draw Near Draw near to God through His only Son
Our Jesus brings many to glory Made our High Priest – all our sins to pay From our fear of death, He sets us free Takes hold to help us fight sin each day
Jesus is the Final Spoken Word Heir and Creator of everything He is very God of very God Upholder, our Savior, and our King
Chorus Fast, Fast, Hold fast Hold fast to Jesus the Better One Near, Near, Draw Near Draw near to God through His only Son
Behold the Son, the Davidic King Righteous, victorious, forever His angels serve Him and praises sing Before our unchanging Creator
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So stand in awe of the glor’ous Son Honor Him with your lips and your life Love the good, hate all sin, like the Son Trust Him each day in this world of strife
Here is Psalm 3 paraphrased in Common Meter by Isaac Watts. We sang this one to the tun of “We Sing the Greatness of Our God.”
My God, how many are my fears! How fast my foes increase! Consp’ring my eternal death, They break my present peace. The lying tempter would persuade There’s no relief in heav’n; And all my swelling sins appear Too big to be forgiv’n.
But thou, my glory and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head. I cried, and from his holy hill He bowed a listening ear; I called my Father, and my God, And he subdued my fear.
He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wondered at the grace That guarded my repose. What though the hosts of death and hell All armed against me stood, Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God.
Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace, While I thy glory sing; My God has broke the serpent’s teeth, And death has lost his sting. Salvation to the Lord belongs; His arm alone can save: Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave.
Here is Psalm 2 paraphrased in Common Meter by Isaac Watts. We sang it to the tune of “We Sing the Greatness of our God.”
Why did the nations join to slay The Lord’s anointed Son? Why did they cast his laws away, And tread his gospel down? The Lord, that sits above the skies, Derides their rage below; He speaks with vengeance in his eyes, And strikes their spirits through.
“I call him my Eternal Son, And raise him from the dead; I make my holy hill his throne, And wide his kingdom spread. “Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy The utmost heathen lands: Thy rod of iron shall destroy The rebel that withstands.”
Be wise, ye rulers of the earth, Obey th’ anointed Lord, Adore the King of heav’nly birth, And tremble at his word. With humble love address his throne; For if he frown, ye die: Those are secure, and those alone, Who on his grace rely.
Our church just started a sermon series on the Book of Psalms. After the sermon, we are singing the psalm as paraphrased by Isaac Watts who added meter and rhyme. Psalm 1 was written in Common Meter, and we sang it to the tune of one of his more familiar hymns – “We Sing the Greatness of Our God.”
Blest is the man who shuns the place Where sinners love to meet; Who fears to tread their wicked ways, And hates the scoffer’s seat: But in the statutes of the Lord Has placed his chief delight; By day he reads or hears the word, And meditates by night.
Green as the leaf, and ever fair, Shall his profession shine While fruits of holiness appear Like clusters on the vine. Not so the impious…unjust; What vain designs they form! Their hopes are blown away like dust, Or chaff before the storm.
Sinners in judgment shall not stand Amongst the sons of grace, When Christ, the Judge, at his right hand Appoints his saints a place. His eye beholds the path they tread, His heart approves it well But crooked ways of sinners lead Down to the gates of hell.
Brian J. Mikul 