Come Behold the Wondrous Mystery

Come behold the wondrous mystery
In the dawning of the King
He the theme of heaven’s praises
Robed in frail humanity

In our longing, in our darkness
Now the light of life has come
Look to Christ, who condescended
Took on flesh to ransom us

Come behold the wondrous mystery
He the perfect Son of Man
In His living, in His suffering
Never trace nor stain of sin

See the true and better Adam
Come to save the hell-bound man
Christ the great and sure fulfillment
Of the law; in Him we stand

Come behold the wondrous mystery
Christ the Lord upon the tree
In the stead of ruined sinners
Hangs the Lamb in victory

See the price of our redemption
See the Father’s plan unfold
Bringing many sons to glory
Grace unmeasured, love untold

Come behold the wondrous mystery
Slain by death the God of life
But no grave could e’er restrain Him
Praise the Lord; He is alive!

What a foretaste of deliverance
How unwavering our hope
Christ in power resurrected
As we will be when he comes

How Firm a Foundation

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word!
What more can he say than to you he has said,
To you who for refuge to Jesus have fled?

Fear not, I am with you; O be not dismayed,
For I am your God, and will still give you aid;
I’ll strengthen you, help you, and cause you to stand,
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

When through fiery trials your pathway shall lie,
My grace, all-sufficient will be your supply;
The flame will not hurt you; I only design,
Your dross to consume and your gold to refine.

The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose
I will not, I will not desert to his foes;
That soul though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no, never, no, never forsake!

Your Great Name We Praise

Immortal, invisible God only wise
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes
Most holy, most glorious the ancient of days
Almighty, victorious Your great name we praise

Unresting, unhasting and silent as light
Not wanting or wasting You rule us in might
Your justice like mountains high soaring above
Your clouds which are fountains
Of goodness and love

Most holy, most glorious
The Ancient of Days
Almighty, victorious
Your great name we praise

All life comes from You Lord to
Both great and small
In all life You live Lord, the true life of all
We blossom and flourish, but quickly grow frail
We wither and perish, but You never fail

Great Father of glory, pure Father of light
Your angels adore You all veiling their sight
All praise we will render oh Father of grace
Till one day in splendor we see face to face