CityLight Church - January 31, 2021

Connect With Us: www.citylightwinnipeg.ca facebook.com/citylightwinnipeg [email protected] Giving: https://www.citylightwinnipeg.com/give Song Lyrics: Praise to the Lord, the Almighty Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation! O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation! All ye who hear, now to His temple draw near, Join me in glad adoration. Praise to the Lord, who o’er all things so wondrously reigneth, Shelters thee under His wings, yea, so gently sustaineth! Hast thou not seen how thy desires e’er have been Granted in what He ordaineth? Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy work and defend thee! Surely His goodness and mercy here daily attend thee; Ponder anew what the Almighty can do If with His love He befriend thee. Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me adore Him! All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him! Let the amen sound from His people again; Gladly forever adore Him. There is A Fountain Filled with Blood VERSE 1 There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’s veins And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains VERSE 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away Washed all my sins away, washed all my sins away And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away VERSE 3 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its pow’r Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more Be saved, to sin no more, be saved, to sin no more Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more VERSE 4 E’er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die VERSE 5 When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save, I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save