Sunday's Song--Stand Up Stand Up For Jesus

Stand Up Stand Up For Jesus

1. Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross;

   Lift high His royal banner, it must not suffer loss.

   From victory unto victory His army shall He lead,

   Till every foe is vanquished, and Christ is Lord indeed.
   
   
   Stand up, stand up for Jesus, the solemn watchword hear;

   If while ye sleep He suffers, away with shame and fear;

   Where’er ye meet with evil, within you or without,

   Charge for the God of battles, and put the foe to rout.
   
   
   Stand up, stand up for Jesus, the trumpet call obey;

   Forth to the mighty conflict, in this His glorious day.

   Ye that are brave now serve Him against unnumbered foes;

   Let courage rise with danger, and strength to strength oppose.
   
   
   Stand up, stand up for Jesus, stand in His strength alone;

   The arm of flesh will fail you, ye dare not trust your own.

   Put on the Gospel armor, each piece put on with prayer;

   Where duty calls or danger, be never wanting there.
   
   
   Stand up, stand up for Jesus, each soldier to his post,

   Close up the broken column, and shout through all the host:

   Make good the loss so heavy, in those that still remain,

   And prove to all around you that death itself is gain.
   
   
   Stand up, stand up for Jesus, the strife will not be long;

   This day the noise of battle, the next the victor’s song.

   To those who vanquish evil a crown of life shall be;

   They with the King of Glory shall reign eternally.

--George Duffield, Jr., 1858

Sunday's Song

Grace Greater than Our Sin

Marvelous grace of our loving Lord,
Grace that exceeds our sin and our guilt!
Yonder on Calvary’s mount outpoured,
There where the blood of the Lamb was spilled.


Grace, grace, God’s grace,
Grace that will pardon and cleanse within;
Grace, grace, God’s grace,
Grace that is greater than all our sin.

Sin and despair, like the sea waves cold,
Threaten the soul with infinite loss;
Grace that is greater, yes, grace untold,
Points to the refuge, the mighty cross.

Grace, grace, God’s grace,
Grace that will pardon and cleanse within;
Grace, grace, God’s grace,
Grace that is greater than all our sin.

Dark is the stain that we cannot hide.
What can we do to wash it away?
Look! There is flowing a crimson tide,
Brighter than snow you may be today.

Grace, grace, God’s grace,
Grace that will pardon and cleanse within;
Grace, grace, God’s grace,
Grace that is greater than all our sin.

Marvelous, infinite, matchless grace,
Freely bestowed on all who believe!
You that are longing to see His face,
Will you this moment His grace receive?

Grace, grace, God’s grace,
Grace that will pardon and cleanse within;
Grace, grace, God’s grace,
Grace that is greater than all our sin.

--Julia H. Johnston, 1911

Sunday's Song--How Deep The Father's Love

How Deep the Father's Love

How deep the Father's love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
And make a wretch His treasure.

How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory.

Behold the man upon his cross
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.

It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished.

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection.

Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom.

Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom.


--Stuart Townend