Father, I adore you
Lay my life before you
How I love you

Jesus I adore you
Lay my life before you
How I love you

Spirit I adore you
Lay my life before you
How I love you


I love you, Lord,
and I lift my voice
to worship you,
oh, my soul, rejoice.
Take joy, my King
in what you hear.
May it be a sweet, sweet
sound in your ear.


Majesty, worship His majesty
unto Jesus, be all glory, honor and praise.

Majesty, kingdom authority,
flows from His throne, unto his own,
his anthem raise.

So exalt, lift up on high
the name of Jesus.
Magnify, come glorify,
Christ Jesus the King.

Majesty, worship His Majesty
Jesus who died, now glorified,
King of all kings.


Seek ye first the kingdom of God
   And His righteousness
   And all these things shall be added unto you
   Allelu, alleluia

Man does not live by bread alone
   But by every word
   That proceeds from the mouth of God
   Allelu, alleluia  

Ask and it shall be given unto you
   Seek and ye shall find
   Knock and the door shall be opened unto you
  Allelu, alleluia  


Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,
just to take Him at His word,
Just to rest upon His promise,
just to know, Thus saith the Lord.

O how sweet to trust in Jesus,
just to trust His cleansing blood,
Just in simple faith to plunge me
‘neath the healing, cleansing flood!

Yes, ‘tis sweet to trust in Jesus,
just from sin and self to cease,
Just from Jesus simply taking
life and rest and joy and peace.

I’m so glad I learned to trust Thee,
precious Jesus, Savior, Friend;
And I know that Thou art with me,
wilt be with me to the end.

Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him!
How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er!
Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
O for grace to trust Him more!


He leadeth me: O blessed thought!
O words with heavenly comfort fraught!
Whate'er I do, where'er I be,
still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.

Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,
by waters still, o'er troubled sea,
still 'tis his hand that leadeth me.

Lord, I would place my hand in thine,
nor ever murmur nor repine;
content, whatever lot I see,
since 'tis my God that leadeth me.

And when my task on earth is done,
when by thy grace the victory's won,
e'en death's cold wave I will not flee,
since God through Jordan leadeth me.

He leadeth me, he leadeth me,
by his own hand he leadeth me;
his faithful follower I would be,
for by his hand he leadeth me.

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