Come to Jesus

COME TO JESUS

(written by Chris Rice)

Week and wounded sinner

Lost and left to die

Oh raise your head for love is passin’ by

Come to Jesus—come to Jesus

Come to Jesus and live

Now your burden’s lifted

And carried far away

And precious blood has washed away the stain

So sing to Jesus—sing to Jesus

Sing to Jesus and live

And like a newborn baby

Don’t be afraid to crawl

And remember when you walk sometimes we fall

So fall on Jesus—fall on Jesus

Fall on Jesus and live

Sometimes the way is lonely

And steep and filled with pain

So if your sky is dark and pours the rain

Then cry to Jesus—cry to Jesus

Cry to Jesus and live

Oh and when the love spills over

And music fills the night

And when you can’t contain your joy inside

Then dance for Jesus—dance for Jesus

Dance for Jesus and live

And with your final heartbeat

Kiss the world goodbye

Then go in peace and laugh on glory’s side

And fly to Jesus—fly to Jesus

Fly to Jesus and live

Fly to Jesus—fly to Jesus

Fly to Jesus and live

© 2002 Clumsy Fly Music (ASCAP)

Treasure the Truth

TREASURE THE TRUTH

(written by Kenneth Cope)

Treasure lost in a field

Found by a traveler

Then quickly concealed

Rejoicing—he gives up his all

To have the treasure

The kingdom of God

Jesus knew we were lost

And came as a traveler

To cover the cost

Unfailing—He paid with His death

Hoping we’d join Him

In the kingdom of heaven

Now truly we see what we are

For treasure will govern the heart

And if His heart moved Him to die

So we could live

Then His treasure is you and I

There’s treasure waiting in heaven

For all who follow

The truths He has given

He bids us come

So that’s what I will do

To have this treasure

I’ll treasure the truth

Truly we show what we are

For treasure will govern our hearts

And if our hearts will give up all

To live with Him

Then our Treasure’s the Son of God

Like Treasure laid in a tomb

Brought forth triumphant

In glorious view

I pledge my faith

And all that I can do

To win His treasure

He is my Treasure

To be His treasure

I’ll treasure the truth

© 1997 Mohrgüd Music (BMI)

Carpenter's Son

CARPENTER’S SON

(written by Kenneth Cope)

Back to the days of His childhood

Back to the faces who smiled on His youth

Back to the land where He grew to a Man

While following in carpenter shoes

Back to the tutoring Joseph

Back to the hammer and saw

Working the plans with the skill of His hands

He learned to master it all

That’s why they called Him the carpenter’s son

The seed of a simple one

But He knew the Sire from whence He had come

Framer of worlds

Jesus—the Carpenter’s Son

Now the time came to lay down His woodwork

And take up His mission of finishing souls

But knowing His word must by all men be heard

He turned back to labor at home

He stood up to preach in their church house

And told them of His heavenly call

But flat out rejected—how could they accept it

He was just a carpenter after all

Run out of town—this carpenter’s son

Boy of the local one

But He knew the Sire from whence He had come

Framer of worlds

Jesus—the Carpenter

A carpenter’s livelihood is his wood

Shaped and prepared for his neighbor’s good

And this Carpenter planned to die by the wood

For His neighbor’s good

Carved from a tree of His own creating

Grown in a world He had graced for saving

Jesus—the Carpenter’s Son

I’m hoping He’ll have me—that Carpenter’s Son

Till I’m seed of the Holy One

To share in His name and be heir of the crown He has won

Framer of worlds

Make me a child of the Carpenter’s Son

A son of the Carpenter’s Son

Make me a son of the Carpenter’s Son

I want to become like the Carpenter’s Son

Lord, let me be like the Carpenter’s Son

I want to become like the Carpenter’s Son

Lord, make me one with that Carpenter’s Son

© 1996 Mohrgüd Music (BMI)

Never a Better Hero

NEVER A BETTER HERO

(written by Kenneth Cope)

Making His home with the lonely

Spending His days with the poor

Bringing hope to their hearts

Giving man a new start

With His cure

But not all would receive of His offering

Some even planned His decease

And yet He could not forsake

Those whose lives He might save

So He refused to leave

CHORUS:

Never a better hero

Never a truer man

Hoping to save us

By taking our pain in His hands

Never a greater compassion

Never a wasted day

Not one regret

True to the end

There was never a better way

Now He knew His life would be shortened

But never murmured a word of complaint

For He had in mind a much greater design

And it helped Him through the pain

He gave men power to take Him

Knowing His death would bring life

And it was no surprise

There was love in His eyes

When He died

REPEAT CHORUS

But death was not the end

For He would live again

REPEAT CHORUS

All that He did

Follow and live

There’ll be never a better way

© 1989 Mohrgüd Music (BMI)

White Dress

WHITE DRESS

(written by Kenneth Cope)

Long before morning, without a warning

Annie came calling to little Louisa

Wearing the moonlight, but wanting the sunlight

She stood at her bedside and poured out her heart

“Get up and tell Mama all that I said

’Cause I can’t move ahead

Unless I can get a white dress”

Charlotte O’Grady—a dear-hearted lady

She’s seen nearly eighty years coming and going

One night while she’s dreaming, her mother comes pleading

Saying: “Charlotte, I’m needing your help to move on

Now don’t wait for nothing

The moment it’s day, take up my name

And see that I get a white dress”

Mothers and daughters are shedding a tear

Heaven’s rejoicing as Jesus draws near

And it’s like this

They’re getting their white dress

In Wichita, Kansas, Nettie and Francis

Bow over breakfast to start off the day

When the voice of the Spirit pays them a visit

And says: “It’s time to get with it—there’s family to save

Your fathers and mothers are biding their time

They’re waiting for you

To help them get dressed up in white”

Well, Nettie and Francis are filled with desire

They’re searching through records and feeling the fire

And after each name’s acquired

It’s up to God’s mountain where white is applied

And he in his robes and she in her gown

They’re doing their best to turn it around

And they won’t rest

Till all are in white dress

Walking with Jesus in white

Wearing their white dress…

Before the Lord’s coming

Elijah’s been stirring

And fathers are turning to you

And to me

© 1996 Mohrgüd Music (BMI)

Call on Me

CALL ON ME

(written by Kenneth Cope)

Back when I was so much younger

Mama taught ’bout another

A Man of love who said, “Follow me”

It made a big impression

For the Man became a legend

And His words a creed (Follow me)

But more than that inside of me

There stirred a seed

I felt that I should follow Him

What did it mean?

Well, I fed upon the pages

Trusted words of ancient strangers

’Cause they believed in His “Follow me”

And it gave me understanding

For His story showed me all that a man should be (Follow me)

His love could never let Him turn a soul away

Getting to the heart of it

He seemed to say

I will be there for your pain and your sorrow

Ready to help in your hour of need

Whether today or tomorrow

You can always call on me

From the days of first encounter

I have savored every hour at His knee

I like the company

After all the years of care and watering

What was once a seed is now a life-giving tree

I will be there for your pain and your sorrow

Ready to help in your hour of need

Whether today or tomorrow

You can always call on me

You see the good we do

From another point of view

’Cause You once said

Helping them means helping You

Then through their tears I hear You crying

And I’m going to live to wipe them dry

I will be there for Your pain and Your sorrow

Ready to help in Your hour of need

Whether today or tomorrow

You can always call on me

If you’re needing someone now

If you’re needing a shoulder for leaning

If you’re needing a hand to hold on to

Well, then call on me, call on me, count on me

And I’ll be there…

© 1991 Mohrgüd Music (BMI)

Go With Me

GO WITH ME

(written by Kenneth Cope)

(Joseph)

God begins again

To work His wonder from the clouds

Words of sleeping prophets

Rise as treasure from the ground

Messengers from heaven speak to man on earth

This man has heard

Knowledge long forgotten

Now is given Face to face

Light is bursting forth

And turning darkness into day

Man can know his Maker if only he’ll receive

This man has seen

Go with me to Cumorah

Go with me, hear the angels voice

Learn of truths taught now from heaven

And what’s soon to be

Go with me

Would to God that all

Could speak the mind and will of heaven

None would need be taught

To know the kingdom come again

Why will man not hearken

God can make you free

Why not believe

Believe

Go with me to the angels

Go with me, feel the hand of power

Hear the voice proclaim salvation

And restore the keys

Go with me

Go with me to living waters

Drink and bow the knee

Taste the love of heaven

Yes, come and see

Come and see

Go with me on to glory

Go with me through the heavenly gate

Find your place with saints and angels

In the world of peace, go with me

Go with me past the angels

Go with me to the throne of grace

To the presence of the Father

And to Jesus, come

Go with me, go with me

© 1993 Mohrgüd Music (BMI)

Face to Face

FACE TO FACE

(written by Kenneth Cope)

If the earth could give its witness

All creation shout its praise

If the continents and oceans

Spoke to man of their devotion

Would mortals doubt Him so

If all were now made known

If the faithless of the ages

Were to feel His healing power

If the eyes and ears He opened

Might be theirs for just a moment

Would it soften hearts of stone

If He were truly known

Face to face

So few were in that place

When heaven sent Messiah

To reclaim this fallen race

If I could stand atop the mountains

And sound His name in every ear

If I had power to tell His story

Like the angels have before me

Would more sins be swept away

If the world could sense the debt He paid

Face to face

I’ll seek Him all my days

He means more than life to me

Death can’t take that away

But if I can’t convince a world

Then perhaps I’ll reach a soul

As I tell of how He’s changed me

How I wait for Him to take me—home

Then I’ll worship on my knees

And kiss once wounded feet

Though He knows of my praise

One day I’ll tell Him

Face to face

© 1991 Mohrgüd Music (BMI)