I Stand In Awe Mark Altrogge arr, Reid Lancaster You are beautiful beyond description, Too marvelous for words, Too wonderful for comprehension, Like nothing ever seen or heard. Who can grasp Your infinite wisdom, Who can fathom the depths of your love? Chorus: You are beautiful beyond description, Majesty enthroned above. And I stand, I stand in awe of You, I stand, I stand in awe of you; Holy God, to whom all praise is due, I stand in awe of You.	Malachi 4:2  But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings; and ye shall go forth, and grow up as calves of the stall.	Healing In Its Wings Glenda B. Schales O, Father, I do sin, And my heart breaks deep within; for You have sought me, Yet I turn away from all Your loving care. So often do I fall, Yet You reach out again, Lifting my burden that is more than I can ever bear. Thro' your beloved son, There is grace so undeserved; How can I ever Sin against the One Who makes my heart to sing? Create a heart so clean, That like You I may be, As Light of Morning, Rises up with healing in its wings. My broken contrite heart Is so worthless in my sight; But You restore it, Give it peace and joy to love and follow You. O, may I ever strive To live pure in Your sight, Filled with Your goodness, Free to glorify and honor You.
The World's Bible J. E. Hamilton Christ has no hands but our hands to do His work tday. He has no feet but our feet to lead men in His way; He has no tongue but our tongues To tell men how He died, He has no help but our help To bring them to His side. We are the only Bible The careless world will read, We are the sinner's gospel, We are the scoffers' creed; We are the Lord's last message Given in deed and word, What if the type is crooked? What if the print is blurred? What if our hands are busy With other things than His? What if our feet are walking Where sin's allurement is? What if our tongues are speaking Of things His life would spurn, How can we hope to help Him And welcome His return?	Isaiah 64:8  But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.	Have Thine Own Way, Lord Geo. C. Stebbins Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way! Thou art the Potter; I am the clay. Mold me and make me After Thy will, While I am waiting, Yielded and still. Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way! Search me and try me, Master, today! Whiter than snow, Lord, Wash me just now, As in Thy presence Humbly I bow. Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way! Hold o'er my being Absolute sway! fill with Thy Spirit Till all shall see Christ only, always, Living in me!
A New Creature I. O. Sanderson Buried with Christ, my blessed Redeemer, Dead to the old life of folly and sin; Satan may call, the world may entreat me, There is no voice that answers within. Chorus: Dead to the world, to voices that call me, Living anew, obedient but free; Dead to the joys that once did enthrall me - Yet 'tis not I, Christ liveth in me. Dead unto sin, live thru the spirit, Risen with Him from the gloom of the grave, All things are new, and I am rejoicing, In His great love, His power to save.  (chorus) Sin hath no more its cruel dominion, Walking "in newness of life," I am free - Glorious life of Christ, My Redeemer, which He so richly shareth with me.  (chorus)	Revelation 1:5   ... Unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in his own blood,	Are You Washed In The Blood? E A. Hoffman Have you been to Jesus For the clensing pow're? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Are you fully trusting In His grace this hour? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Chorus: Are you washed in the blood, In the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb? Are your garments spotless, Are they white as snow? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Are you walking daily by the Savior's side? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Do you rest each Moment in the Crucifed? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? (chorus) Lay aside the garments That are stained with sin, And be washed in the blood of the Lamb; There's a fountain flowing For the soul unclean, O be washed in the blood of the Lamb! (chorus)