Melodies of peace, Harmonies of grace,
Overwhelming flood of God's presence blessing us in this place,
Turning from wicked ways,
To the narrow path He's called,
Filling us with His Holy Spirit, enabling us to follow.

May we shout praise to the Lord,
The Lamb Who was slain,
Took upon Himself the sins of all, so that we might praise Him again.
Rejoice now, and forever, as long as You hold His breath,
For He is God eternal, conquerer of death.

He healed the sick, He freed the possessed, elevating the worst to best,
He cleansed the Temple, He struck down the proud, and explained what it meant to rest.
O our King, He is good, and lives on today,
He was first to rise, to the Favored Place, and this is what He had to say...

Take heart, O little fold,
Trust your Shepherd and His Dad,
Right now I'm away, building a home for us, but soon I will be back.
If it was different, you would know,
For in the Truth there is no lie,
Rooms are being added to my Father's house, so you can be in the same place as I.

Sing His praise, you His people, let your whole being proclaim. Shout for joy at God's Son's coming, and take refuge in His name. Jesus, O anointed King, please accept the praise we bring.

Amen