Now I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this The fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you She tied you to a kitchen chair She broke your throne, and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the,, You say I took the name in vain I don't even know the name But if I did, well really, what's it to you? There's a blaze of light In every word It doesn't matter which you heard The holy or the broken,, I did my best, it wasn't much I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you And even though it all went wrong I'll stand before the Lord of Song With nothing on my tongue but
The Gospel Train The Gospel train s a comin, I hear it just at hand, I hear the car wheels rumblin. They are rollin; through the land. Get on board, little children, Get on board, little children, Get on board, little children, There s room for many more. I heard the Train s a comin, she s comin round the curve, She s loosened all her steam and brakes, and strain every nerve. Get on board, little children, Get on board, little children, Get on board, little children, There s room for many more. The fare is cheap and all can go, The rich and poor are there. No second class a board this train, No diff rence in the fare! The Gospel train is here! Soul of Jesu, make me whole, meek and humble make my soul; Thou most sinless Soul divine, cleanse this sinful soul of mine Hallow this my contrite heart, purify my inmost part, Soul of Jesu, strengthen me; Miserere, domine Carol of the Atonement (Miserere) Jesu, by that wondrous power of thine awful Passion hour, By the unimagined woe mortal man may never know; By the sings upon thee laid, by the ransom thou hast paid, by thy suff ring comfort me; Miserere, domine. Jesu, by thy bitter death, by thy last expiring breath, Grant me thine eternal life purchased by that mortal strife: Thou did st suffer death that I might not die eternally; By thy Passion quicken me; Miserere, domine.
Fairest Lord Jesus Lord of all creation, Jesus, of God and Mary the son; Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honour, O thou my soul s delight and crown. Fair are the meadows, Fairer still the woodlands, Robed in the verdure and bloom of spring. Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer, He makes the saddest heart to sing. I wish I knew how it would feel to be free. I wish I could break all the chains holding me. I wish I could say all the things that I should say Say em loud, say em clear For the whole round world to hear. I wish I could share all the love that s in my heart. Remove all the bars that keep us apart. I wish you could know what it means to be me, Then you d see, and agree That ev ry man should be free. I wish I could give like I m longing to give. I wish I could live like I m longing to live. I wish I could do all the things that I can do And tho I m way overdue I d be starting anew. Well I wish I could be like a bird in the sky. How sweet it would be if I found I could fly. Oh I d soar to the sun and look down at the sea, Then I d sing cos I know How it feels to be free. Then I d sing cos I know How it feels to be free. Fairest Lord Jesus I wish I knew how it would feel
The Lord bless you and keep you; The Lord make his face to shine upon you, To shine upon you and be gracious, and be gracious unto you The Lord bless you and keep you The Lord lift up the light his countenance upon you The Lord lift up the light his countenance upon you And give you peace Amen Seasons of Love Five hundred, twenty five thousand moments so dear. How do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets. In midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes. How do you measure a year in the life? In love. Seasons of love. Seasons of love. Five hundred, twenty five thousand journeys to plan. How do you measure the life of a woman or a man? In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or the way that she died. It's time now, to sing out.
Though the story never ends. Let's celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends. (Oh, you got to, you got to remember the love.) (You know that love is a gift from up above.) (Share love, give love, spread love.) Measure in love. (Measure, measure your life in love.) Jesu, joy of man s desiring Jesu, joy of man's desiring, Holy wisdom, love most bright; Drawn by Thee, our souls aspiring Soar to uncreated light. Word of God, our flesh that fashioned, With the fire of life impassioned, Striving still to truth unknown, Soaring, dying round Thy throne.