Baba Yetu

Baba yetu, yetu uliye
Mbinguni yetu, yetu, amina
Baba yetu, yetu, uliye
Jina lako litukuzwe

Baba yetu, yetu uliye
Mbinguni yetu, yetu, amina
Baba yetu, yetu, uliye
Jina lako litukuzwe

Utupe leo chakula chetu
Tunachohitaji utusamehe
Makosa yetu, hey
Kama nasi tunavyowasamehe
Waliotukosea usitutie
Katika majaribu, lakini
Utuokoe, na yule, milelea milele

Baba yetu, yetu uliye
Mbinguni yetu, yetu, amina
Baba yetu, yetu, uliye
Jina lako litukuzwe

Baba yetu, yetu uliye
Mbinguni yetu, yetu, amina
Baba yetu, yetu, uliye
Jina lako litukuzwe

Ufalme wako ufike utakalo
Lifanyike duniani kama mbinguni amina

Baba yetu, yetu uliye
Mbinguni yetu, yetu, amina
Baba yetu, yetu, uliye
Jina lako litukuzwe

Baba yetu, yetu uliye
Mbinguni yetu, yetu, amina
Baba yetu, yetu, uliye
Jina lako litukuzwe

Utupe leo chakula chetu
Tunachohitaji utusamehe
Makosa yetu, hey
Kama nasi tunavyowasamehe
Waliotukosea usitutie
Katika majaribu, lakini
Utuokoe, na yule, simama mwehu

Baba yetu, yetu, uliye
Jina lako litukuzwe

Baba yetu, yetu, uliye
Jina lako litukuzwe

Dear Refuge Of My Weary Soul

Dear refuge of my weary soul, 

On Thee, when sorrows rise 

On Thee, when waves of trouble roll, 

My fainting hope relies 

To Thee I tell each rising grief, 

For Thou alone canst heal 

Thy Word can bring a sweet relief, 

For every pain I feel

But oh! When gloomy doubts prevail, 

I fear to call Thee mine 

The springs of comfort seem to fail, 

And all my hopes decline 

Yet gracious God, where shall I flee? 

Thou art my only trust 

And still my soul would cleave to Thee 

Though prostrate in the dust

Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face, 

And shall I seek in vain? 

And can the ear of sovereign grace, 

Be deaf when I complain? 

No still the ear of sovereign grace, 

Attends the mourner's prayer 

Oh may I ever find access, 

To breathe my sorrows there

Thy mercy seat is open still, 

Here let my soul retreat 

With humble hope attend Thy will, 

And wait beneath Thy feet, 

Thy mercy seat is open still, 

Here let my soul retreat 

With humble hope attend Thy will, 

And wait beneath Thy feet

Let Us Love And Sing And Wonder

Let us love and sing and wonder 

Let us praise the Savior’s name 

He has hushed the law’s loud thunder 

He has quenched Mount Sinai’s flame 

He has washed us with His blood 

He has washed us with His blood 

He has washed us with His blood 

He has brought us nigh to God

Let us love the Lord Who bought us 

Pitied us when enemies 

Called us by His grace and taught us 

Gave us ears and gave us eyes 

He has washed us with His blood 

He has washed us with His blood 

He has washed us with His blood 

He presents our souls to God

Let us sing though fierce temptation 

Threatens hard to bear us down 

For the Lord, our strong salvation, 

Holds in view the conqu’ror’s crown 

He, Who washed us with His blood, 

He, Who washed us with His blood, 

He, Who washed us with His blood, 

Soon will bring us home to God

Let us wonder grace and justice 

Join and point to mercy’s store 

When through grace in Christ our trust is 

Justice smiles and asks no more 

He Who washed us with His blood 

He Who washed us with His blood 

He Who washed us with His blood 

Has secured our way to God

Let us praise and join the chorus 

Of the saints enthroned on high 

Here they trusted Him before us 

Now their praises fill the sky 

Thou hast washed us with Thy blood 

Thou hast washed us with Thy blood 

Thou hast washed us with Thy blood 

Thou art worthy Lamb of God

Yes, we praise Thee, gracious Saviour 

Wonder, love, and bless Thy Name. 

Pardon, Lord our poor endeavor 

Pity for Thou knowest our frame 

Wash our souls and songs with blood 

Wash our souls and songs with blood 

Wash our souls and songs with blood 

For by Thee, we come to God

Arise, My Soul, Arise

Arise, my soul, arise, 

shake off your guilty fears; 

The bleeding sacrifice, 

in my behalf appears; 

Before the throne my Surety stands, 

Before the throne my Surety stands, 

My name is written on His hands.

Chorus: Arise (arise), arise (arise), arise 

Arise, my soul, arise. 

Arise (arise), arise (arise), arise 

Arise, my soul, arise. 

Shake off your guilty fears and rise

He ever lives above, 

for me to intercede; 

His all redeeming love, 

His precious blood, to plead; 

His blood atoned for every race, 

His blood atoned for every race, 

And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

Five bleeding wounds He bears; 

received on Calvary; 

They pour effectual prayers; 

they strongly plead for me: 

"Forgive him, O forgive," they cry, 

"Forgive him, O forgive," they cry, 

"Nor let that ransomed sinner die!"

The Father hears Him pray, 

His dear anointed One; 

He cannot turn away 

the presence of His Son; 

The Spirit answers to the blood, 

The Spirit answers to the blood 

And tells me I am born of God.

My God is reconciled; 

His pardoning voice I hear; 

He owns me for His child; 

I can no longer fear 

With confidence I now draw nigh, 

With confidence I now draw nigh, 

And "Father, Abba, Father," cry.

From The Depths Of Woe

From the depths of woe I raise to Thee, a voice of lamentation. 

Lord, turn a gracious ear to me, And hear my supplication. 

If Thou iniquities dost mark, Our secret sins and misdeeds dark, 

O who shall stand before Thee? 

To wash away the crimson stain, Grace, grace alone availeth. 

Our works, alas! are all in vain; In much the best life faileth. 

No man can glory in Thy sight, All must alike confess Thy might, 

And live alone by mercy. 

Therefore my trust is in the Lord, And not in mine own merit. 

On Him my soul shall rest, His word upholds my fainting spirit. 

His promised mercy is my fort, My comfort, and my sweet support. 

I wait for it with patience. 

What though I wait the live-long night, And ’til the dawn appeareth. 

My heart still trusteth in His might, It doubteth not nor feareth. 

Do thus, O ye of Israel’s seed, Ye of the Spirit born indeed, 

And wait ’til God appeareth. 

Though great our sins and sore our woes, 

His grace much more aboundeth. 

His helping love no limit knows, Our upmost need it soundeth. 

Our Shepherd good and true is He, Who will at last His Israel free, 

From all their sin and sorrow.

Jesus I Come

Out of my bondage, sorrow and night, 

Jesus, I come; Jesus I come. 

Into Thy freedom, gladness and light, 

Jesus, I come to Thee. 

Out of my sickness into Thy health, 

Out of my wanting and into Thy wealth, 

Out of my sin and into Thyself, 

Jesus, I come to Thee.

Out of my shameful failure and loss, 

Jesus, I come; Jesus, I come. 

Into the glorious gain of Thy cross, 

Jesus, I come to Thee. 

Out of earth’s sorrows into Thy balm, 

Out of life’s storms and into Thy calm, 

Out of distress into jubilant psalm, 

Jesus, I come to Thee.

Out of unrest and arrogant pride, 

Jesus, I come; Jesus, I come. 

Into Thy blessed will to abide, 

Jesus, I come to Thee. 

Out of myself to dwell in Thy love, 

Out of despair into raptures above, 

Upward forever on wings like a dove, 

Jesus, I come to Thee.

Out of the fear and dread of the tomb, 

Jesus, I come; Jesus, I come. 

Into the joy and light of Thy home, 

Jesus, I come to Thee. 

Out of the depths of ruin untold, 

Into the peace of Thy sheltering fold, 

Ever Thy glorious face to behold, 

Jesus, I come to Thee.

Begone Unbelief

Begone unbelief, My Savior is near, 

And for my relief Will surely appear: 

By faith let me wrestle, with God in the storm 

And help me my Savior, the faith to adorn 

And help me my Savior, the faith to adorn

Though dark be my way, Since he is my guide, 

'Tis mine to obey, and His to provide; 

Though cisterns be broken, And creatures all fail, 

The word he has spoken will surely prevail. 

The word he has spoken will surely prevail.Chorus

Chorus: Begone unbelief, The Savior is here (3x) 

Though cisterns be broken And creatures all fail 

The word he has spoken will surely prevail 

The word he has spoken will surely prevail

Why should I complain, Of want or distress 

Temptation or pain? He told me no less 

The heirs of salvation, I know from his word 

Through much tribulation Must follow their Lord 

Through much tribulation Must follow their Lord (Chorus)

Since all that I meet will work for my good, 

The bitter is sweet, The medicine food; 

Though painful at present, will cease before long, 

And then, O! how glorious, The conqueror's song! 

And then, O! how glorious, The conqueror's song! (Chorus)