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September 27, 2026

Come now, His hands are o-pen; bring your harvest with a song.

Tell the story of His goodness, come remember what He’s done.

 

Bring it to the altar, lay it on the stone,

every sorrow and every joy.

Bring it to the altar, don’t leave it at the door.

Whatever you carry, come and give it to the Lord

come and give it to the Lord.

 

Come now, His hands are o-pen; bring your ashes and your tears,

All your troubles, ev’ry burden: may you find your comfort here.

 

Bring it to the altar, lay it on the stone,

every sorrow and every joy.

Bring it to the altar, don’t leave it at the door.

Whatever you carry, come and give it to the Lord

come and give it to the Lord.

Bring it to the a – ltar,

bring it to the a – ltar!

(repeat)

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace
Streams of mercy, never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
Praise the mount, I’m fixed upon it
Mount of Thy redeeming love

Here I raise my Ebenezer
Here there by Thy great help I’ve come
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wandering from the fold of God
He, to rescue me from danger
Interposed His precious blood

Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be
Let that goodness like a fetter
Bind my wandering heart to Thee
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love
Here’s my heart, oh, take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above

Here’s my heart, oh, take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above

I long for you
I thirst for you
As the deer pants for the water
As the deer pants for the water

When will I see your face o Lord
When will you speak my name O Lord
Tears have been my bread
Day and night I hunger
I pour out my soul, groaning for your presence

I long for you
I thirst for you
As the deer pants for the water
As the deer pants for the water

Deep calls out to deep (deep calls out to deep)
Deep calls out to deep (deep calls out to deep)
Deep calls out to deep (deep calls out to deep)
Deep calls out to deep (deep calls out to deep)

I long for you
I thirst for you
As the deer pants for the water
As the deer pants for the water

Doxology

Praise God from whom all blessings flow
Praise Him all creatures here below
Praise Him above ye heavenly hosts
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Amen

Blessed are the ones who do not bury

All the broken pieces of their heart

Blessed are the tears of all the weary

Pouring like a sky of falling stars

 

Blessed are the wounded ones in mourning

Brave enough to show the Lord their scars

Blessed are the hurts that are not hidden

Open to the healing touch of God

 

The kingdom is yours, the kingdom is yours

Hold on a little more, this is not the end

Hope is in the Lord, keep your eyes on him

 

Blessed are the ones who walk in kindness

Even in the face of great abuse

Blessed are the deeds that go unnoticed

Serving with unguarded gratitude

 

Blessed are the ones who fight for justice

Longing for the coming day of peace

Blessed is the soul that thirsts for righteousness

Welcoming the last, the lost, the least

 

The kingdom is yours, the kingdom is yours

Hold on a little more, this is not the end

Hope is in the Lord, keep your eyes on him

Blessed are the ones who suffer violence

And still have strength to love their enemies

Blessed is the faith of those who persevere

Though they fall, they’ll never know defeat

The kingdom is yours, the kingdom is yours

Hold on a little more, this is not the end

Hope is in the Lord, keep your eyes on him

When peace like a river attendeth my way,

when sorrows like sea billows roll;

whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,

“It is well, it is well with my soul.”

 

It is well (it is well) with my soul (with my soul);

it is well, it is well with my soul.

 

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,

let this blest assurance control:

that Christ has regarded my helpless estate,

and has shed his own blood for my soul.

 

It is well (it is well) with my soul (with my soul);

it is well, it is well with my soul.

 

My sin oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!

my sin, not in part, but the whole,

is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more;

praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

 

It is well (it is well) with my soul (with my soul);

it is well, it is well with my soul.

O Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,

the clouds be rolled back as a scroll;

the trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend;

even so, it is well with my soul.

It is well (it is well) with my soul (with my soul);

it is well, it is well with my soul.

You’ll find Me with the broken and the weak

In the spaces in between

You’ll hear My voice cry out with those who weep

Only if you’re listening

 

Whatever you do for the least of these

You do it unto Me

You’ll find Me with the ones without a voice

The forgotten and ignored

My blessing is on those who love the poor

Will you open up the door?

Whatever you do for the least of these

You do it unto Me

 

Hallelujah, hallelujah

He is among us, He is among us

 

By this the world will know the Father’s love

We will know the Father’s love

I have decided to follow Jesus (x3)

No turning back, no turning back

 

Though none go with me, still I will follow (x3)

No turning back, no turning back

 

There is peace at the table of the Lord

The cross before me, the world behind me (x3)

No turning back, no turning back

Doxology

Praise God from whom all blessings flow
Praise Him all creatures here below
Praise Him above ye heavenly hosts
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Amen

When peace like a river, attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well, with my soul

(Chorus)
It is well
With my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, o my soul!

And Lord, haste the day
When my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend
Even so, it is well with my soul

Even something as small as an apple
It’s simple and somehow complex
Sweet and divine, the perfect design
Can I speak to the architect?
And there’s a canyon
that cuts through the desert
Did it get there because of a flood?
Was it devised, or were you surprised
When you saw how grand it was?

Was it thought out at all, or just paint on a wall?
Is there anything that you regret?
I don’t understand, are there blueprints or plans?
Can I speak to the architect?

Sometimes I look in the mirror
And wish I could make a request
Could I pray it away? Am I shapeable clay
Or is this as good as it gets?
One day, you’re on top of the mountain
So high that you’ll never come down
Then the wind at your back
carries ember and ash
Then it burns your whole house to the ground

Is it thought out at all, or just paint on a wall?
Is there anything that you regret?
I don’t understand, are there blueprints or plans?
Can I speak to the architect?

I thought that I was too broken
And maybe too hard to love
I was in a weird place, then I saw the right face
And the stars and the planets lined up
Does it happen by chance?
Is it all happenstance?
Do we have any say in this mess?
Is too late to make some more space?
Can I speak to the architect?
This life that we make, is it random or fate?
Can I speak to the architect?
Is there an architect?

All my words fall short
I got nothing new
How could I express
All my gratitude?

I could sing these songs
As I often do
But every song must end
And You never do

So I throw up my hands
And praise You again and again
‘Cause all that I have is a hallelujah
Hallelujah
And I know it’s not much
But I’ve nothing else fit for a King
Except for a heart singing hallelujah
Hallelujah

I’ve got one response
I’ve got just one move
With my arm stretched wide
I will worship You

So I throw up my hands
And praise You again and again
‘Cause all that I have is a hallelujah
Hallelujah
And I know it’s not much
But I’ve nothing else fit for a King
Except for a heart singing hallelujah
Hallelujah

Come on, my soul
Oh, don’t you get shy on me
Lift up your song
‘Cause you’ve got a lion inside of those lungs
Get up and praise the Lord

Be thou my vision, O God of my heart;
naught be all else to me, save that thou art
thou my best thought, by day or by night,
waking or sleeping, thy presence my light.

Be thou my wisdom, and thou my true word;
I ever with thee and thou with me, God;
thou my redeemer, my love thou hast won,
thou in me dwelling, and I with thee one.

Riches I heed not, nor vain empty praise,
thou mine inheritance, now and always:
thou and thou only, first in my heart,
Great God of heaven, my treasure thou art.

Great God of heaven, my victory won,
may I reach heaven’s joys, bright heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
still be my vision, O Ruler of all.

Thou my great Father; thine own may I be,
thou in me dwelling and I one with thee.
Thou tender Father, and I your true child
Thou in me dwelling, by thy love reconciled
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