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Upon a hill, a perfect saviour
upon that day, the greatest love
the punishment that should have fallen on us
upon him, upon him
upon his head, a crown of thorns
upon his heart, a broken world
the wage of sin, the weight of our transgressions
upon him, upon him
christ has died, we are forgiven
and christ alive, we are the risen
and he shall come again
praise the king, praise the king
upon our hearts, his name is written
the king of kings and lord of lords
we’re pouring out a song of praise together
upon him, upon him
christ has died, we are forgiven
and christ alive, we are the risen
and he shall come again
praise the king, praise the king
christ has died, we are forgiven
and christ alive, we are the risen
and he shall come again
praise the king, praise the king
one name upon our lips, jesus
no greater name than this, jesus
and every knee will bow
every heart confess
jesus, jesus
christ has died, we are forgiven
and christ alive, we are the risen
and he shall come again
praise the king, praise the king
christ has died, we are forgiven
and christ alive, we are the risen
and he shall come again
praise the king, praise the king

The passion of our saviour
the mercy of our god
the cross that leaves no question
of the measure of his love

our chains are gone
our debt is paid
the cross has overthrown the grave
for jesus’ blood that sets us free
means death to death
and life for me

the innocent judged guilty
while the guilty one walks free
death would be his portion
and our portion liberty

i give my whole life
to honour this love
by the lamb who was slain
i’m forgiven
the sinner’s saviour
crown him forever
for the lamb who was slain
he is risen

I heard your heart
i see your pain
out in the dark
out in the rain
feel so alone
feel so afraid
i heard you pray in jesus’ name
it may be midnight or mid-day
never early, never late
he gon’ stand by what he claim
i’ve lived enough life to say
help is on the way
(roundin’the corner)
help is on the way
(comin’ for ya)
help is on the way
(yeah, yeah)
i’ve lived enough life to say
help is on the way
sometimes it’s days
sometimes it’s years
some face a lifetime
of falling tears
but he’s in the darkness
he’s in the cold
just like the morning
he always shows
well i’ve seen my share of troubles
but the lord ain’t failed me yet
so i’m holding onto the promise y’all
that he’s rolling up his sleeves again
rolling up, rolling up
rolling up his sleeves again

Bayete Bayete inkosi
Bayete King of Kings
Bayete Bayete inkosi
Bayete inkosi
King of Kings

Who who can
match your greatness
Who who can know
your power
Who who can
seartch your riches
who can deny you are
crowned lord of all

You are crowned
king of India
You are crowned
Lord of all
You are crowned
King of Nellai
Who can deny you are
Crowned Lord of all

Rajathe Rajathe Raja
Raja the Rajanae
Rajathe Rajathe Raja
Rajathe Rajan Yesu, Yesuvae

Give me a vision, Lord, I plead,
vision of souls and a world in need:
loved ones and friends, the one next
door,
then let me see there are millions more.

Give me a vision,
heart-stirring vision,
open my eyes, Lord, today;
show me the sighing,
doomed and the dying,
give me a vision, I pray.

Give me a vision, Lord divine,
kindle with fire this cold heart of mine;
may with unselfishness it burn,
fill me with love and a deep concern.

Give me a vision, Lord divine,
so charged with power that it shall shine
out to the lost in deepest night,
wandering alone in their sad, sad plight.

Give me a vision, Lord divine,
without a limit or boundary line;
help me to see a world in sin,
not just the field I am working in

As we worship in your presence there is healing
The Holy Spirit’s gentle touch is flowing
Jesus, we believe
Jesus, there’s healing in your name
Almighty father
we lift our hands to you
We receive your power
To heal as you would do

By-and-by we’ll see the King,

by-and-by we’ll see the King,

by-and-by we’ll see the King,

and crown Him Lord of all.

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the
grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning
of His terrible, swift sword:
our God is marching on.

Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah
Our God is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgement-seat:
oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
our God is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across the sea,
with a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
as He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free,
while God is marching on.