HONORING HEAVEN’S KINGA Piano Medley By Kathy Zink

With Hubble Space Shots Of The Heavens

Songs In The MedleyCome, Thou Almighty King – Majestic Sweetness

A Mighty Fortress – O, Worship The KingCrown Him With Many Crowns

Come, Thou Almighty King, Help us Thy name to sing.Help us to praise. Father all-glorious,

O’er all victorious, Come and regin over us, Ancient of Days.

To Thee, great One in Three, Eternal praises beHence evermore. Thy sov’reign majesty

May we in glory see, And to eternity Love and adore.

Majestic sweetness sits enthronedUpon the Savior’s brow;

His head with radiant glories crowned,His lips with grace o’erflow,His lips with grace o’erflow.

He saw me plunged in deep distress,And flew to my relief;

For me He bore the shameful cross,And carried all my grief,And carried all my grief.

To Him I owe my life and breath,And all the joys I have;

He makes me triumph over death,And saves me from the grave,And saves me from the grave.

A mighty fortress is our God, A bulwark never failing;Our helper He, amid the flood Of mortal ills prevailing:

For still our ancient foe Doth seek to work us woe;His craft and power are great, And, armed with cruel hate,

On earth is not his equal.

Did we in our strength confide, Our striving would be losing;Were not the right Man on our side, The Man of God’s own choosing:

Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;Lord Sabbaoth, His Name, From age to age the same,

And He must win the battle.

And though this world, with devils filled, Should threaten to undo us,We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us:

The Prince of Darkness grim, We tremble not for him;His rage we can endure, For lo, his doom is sure,

One little word shall fell him.

O worship the King, all glorious above,O gratefully sing His power and His love;

Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.

Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite?It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;

It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.

Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail;

Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end,Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend.

Crown Him with many crowns,The Lamb upon His throne.

Hark! how the heav’nly anthem drownsAll music but its own.

Awake, my soul, and singOf Him who died for thee,

And hail Him as thy matchlessKing through all eternity.

Crown Him the King of Hea’vn!One with the Father known,

One with the Spirit, through Him giv’n,From yonder glorious throne.

To Thee be endless praise,For thou, for us, hast died.

Be Thou, O Lord, through endless daysAdored and magnified!

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Duane V. MaxeyPublished

ByHoliness Data

Ministry10-21-2011

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Duane V. MaxeyPublished

ByHoliness Data

Ministry10-21-2011