YET WILL I EXULT IN THE LORD Habakkuk / Jason Harms Though the fig tree should not blossom, And there be no fruit on the vine; Though the olive fails to yield, And the fields produce no harvest, no harvest; Though the flock be cut off from the fold, And there be no cattle in the stall... Yet will I exult in the Lord! I will rejoice in the God of my salvation. Yet will I exult in the Lord. I will rejoice in the God of my salvation! The Lord God, He is my strength, And He makes my feet to be like the hinds’. The Lord God, He is my strength, And He leads me to walk the elevations. So though the flocks be cut off from the fold, And there be no cattle in the stall... Yet will I exult in the Lord! I will rejoice in the God of my salvation. Yet will I exult in the Lord. I will rejoice in the God of my salvation! PDF CHART singles_files/Yet%20Will%20I%20Exult%20-%20Bossa.pdfshapeimage_3_link_0
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WE WEEP IN FAITH words: Abraham Piper music: Jean Sibelius (finlandia) arrangement: Jason Harms We weep in faith that soon we’ll weep no more Assured it’s but a moment now before We will see Christ - the hope in whom we died. We will see Christ, where hope is satisfied. Awak’ning then from life to life, through death, We’ll breathe of Christ upon earth’s final breath. We follow Christ, who did not fear the tomb, And know when he stands in our dying room, “Laz’rus, come forth!” we’ll hear him shout with cries, Or whisper softly, “Talitha, arise.” The tears that flowed down Jesus’ face were shed In faith that, conquered, death will soon be dead. Christ, help us bear what burdens now we must, With constant hope for what you hold in trust. And help us weep as you taught us to weep, Knowing each child you’ve claimed, you’ll kindly keep. Awak’ning then from life to life through death We’ll breathe of Christ upon earth’s final breath. PDF CHART singles_files/We%20weep%20in%20faith-chart.pdfshapeimage_6_link_0
SATISFIED Jason Harms Satisfied is the soul who can put his trust whole in his Maker rather than his belly's craving for the baker's pastry. Sure won't be tasty, come morning, when that sugar's made its home 'neath the dome round the waist. See the problem with a misplaced taste. Won't satisfy. Oh what joyful bliss flows from my Maker's hand. This I will often miss while I gaze on goods of the current land. Satisfied is the soul who can put his trust whole in his Maker rather than his belly's craving for the baker's pastry. Satisfied is the hide with a roof over head to keep the snow at bay. A warm, dry bed providing rest from a day's good labor. You do yourself no favor, if you labor for the latest nik, another nak, you buy with a broken back. See the problem with a misplaced pace. Won't satisfy. Oh what joyful bliss flows from my Maker's hand. This I will often miss while I gaze on goods of the current land. Satisfied is the hide with a roof over head to keep the snow at bay. A warm, dry bed providing rest from a day's good labor. PDF CHARTsingles_files/Satisfied.pdfshapeimage_7_link_0
 
THE LAND OF THE FEAR OF MEN Jason Harms The Land of the Fear of Men, She lies near the Devil’s den. In hollows fowl With praises’ howl. We’ll travel her now and then, In hopes to secure a friend. But all are slaves Or sunk in graves - The Land of the Fear of Men. When fears and anxiety Form clouds that canopy, Forfeiting light’s true guide, We follow our compass, Pride. The Land of the Fear of Men Is haunting at every bend. In Oaks of grey The nooses sway. Her hills form a prowler’s pen Ensnaring the singing wren, Where praises made Disguise the blade - The Land of the Fear of Men. When fears and anxiety Form clouds that canopy, Forfeiting light’s true guide, We follow our compass, Pride. PDF CHART singles_files/The%20Land%20of%20the%20Fear%20of%20Men.pdfshapeimage_8_link_0
MERCY, NOW, AS ROOT AND CORE Jason Harms A storm that drives one in for cover May, in time, be blessed a lover. Not as beautiful in face, Or tender, nor possessing grace, But an escort to the throne Where Mercy, now, her depths make known. “Oh cursed wind!” I'd first proclaim, Not knowing wind to bear the name Of Pilot, Navigator, Guide. Each title acc'rately applied While beaching me on humbled shore Where self is less and Christ is more. Brought to the refuge of your cleft Here I look 'round at nothing left. And see how pride lies deathly still When shown the limits of it's will. I cannot boast or roar again Save, in this cleft that's hemmed me in. What blinding light breaks through the rear! This cleft's a door whisp'ring, "Come near, And watch God's light illuminate Where eyes of flesh could not make straight." Each trial sung in earthly score Hears Mercy, now, as root and core. PDF CHART singles_files/Mercy%20now%20as%20root%20and%20core.pdfshapeimage_9_link_0