Hear My Praise (2002)

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(written by Chris Rice)


A purple sky to close the day

I wade the surf where dolphins play

The taste of salt, the dance of waves

And my soul wells up with hallelujahs


A lighting flash, my pounding heart

A breaching whale, a shooting star

Give testimony that You are

And my soul wells up with hallelujahs



Oh praise Him all His mighty works

There is no language where you can’t be heard

Your song goes out to all the Earth

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah!


O cratered moon and sparrow’s wings

O thunder’s boom and Saturn’s rings

Unveil our Father as you sing

And my soul wells up with hallelujahs




The pulse of life within my wrist

A fallen snow, a rising mist

There is no higher praise than this

And my soul wells up

O my soul wells up

Yes my soul wells up with hallelujahs




O Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah!


© 1995 Clumsy Fly Music (ASCAP)


1. Hallelujahs
Kenneth Cope  

Welcome To Our World


(written by Chris Rice)


Tears are falling, hearts are breaking

How we need to hear from God

You’ve been promised, we’ve been waiting

Welcome Holy Child

Welcome Holy Child


Hope that you don’t our manger

How I wish we would have known

But long-awaited Holy Stranger

Make Yourself at home

Please make Yourself at home


Bring Your peace into our violence

Bid our hungry souls be filled

Word now breaking Heaven’s silence

Welcome to our world

Welcome to our world


Fragile finger sent to heal us

Tender brow prepared for thorn

Tiny heart whose blood will save us

Unto us is born

Unto us is born


So wrap our injured flesh around You

Breathe our air and walk our sod

Rob our sin and make us holy

Perfect Son of God

Perfect Son of God

Welcome to our world


© 1995 Clumsy Fly Music (ASCAP)


2. Welcome To Our World
Kenneth Cope  

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)


3. Carpenter's Son
Kenneth Cope  

Every Season


(written by Nichole Nordeman)


Every evening sky, an invitation

To trace the patterned stars

And early in July, a celebration

For freedom that is ours

And I notice You

In children’s games

In those who watch them from the shade

Every drop of sun is full of fun and wonder

You are summer


And even when the trees have just surrendered

To the harvest time

Forfeiting their leaves in late September

And sending us inside

Still I notice you

When change begins

And I am braced for colder winds

I will offer thanks for what has been and what’s to come

You are autumn


And everything in time and under heaven

Finally falls asleep

Wrapped in blankets white, all creation

Shivers underneath

And still I notice You

When branches crack

And in my breath on frosted glass

Even now in death, You open doors for life to enter

You are winter


And everything that’s new has bravely surfaced

Teaching us to breathe

What was frozen through is newly purposed

Turning all things green

So it is with You

And how You make me new

With every season’s change

And so it will be

As You are re-creating me

Summer, autumn, winter, spring


© 2000 Ariose Music (ASCAP)


4. Every Season
Kenneth Cope  

What Have I Done With His Name?


(written by Kenneth Cope)


Father named me after Grandpa

He said he hoped that I would one day

Be the man that he was

Well, Grandpa died when I was five years old

And so he hasn’t been around to know

What his namesake has done

But what if he’s watching?

What if Grandpa’s seen all I’ve become?



What have I done with his name?

I’m hoping he won’t be ashamed

The right or the wrong

I’ve done it all with his name


Someone named me after Mormon

Trying to turn the world against me

Because of faith etched in gold

But that name has stood for goodness

And its fame now floods the nations

By the words Mormon wrote

Now, what if he’s watching?

Have I been true

To what Mormon made known?




There’s a Name above all others

And it’s the only one that saves

So Grandpa, me and Mormon

We love this Name

And we know He’s watching

Jesus sees all of our faith


What will we do with His name?

He’s hoping we won’t be ashamed

The right or the wrong

We do it all with His name

But, He can catch us when we fall

‘Cause that’s what He does with His name


That blessed name

I love His name


© 1995 Mohrgüd Music (BMI)


5. What Have I Done With His Name?
Kenneth Cope  



(written by Kenneth Cope)


My Lord Jesus

Me in heaven—You on earth

You’re in the garden

And Your heavy burden is growing worse

I weep for You, Jesus


My poor Jesus

I’m so sorry to make You cry

But I’m far from like You

And all my sins, Lord, demand this price


I wish that I could come to You

And wipe away the blood

And then I’d bear Your cross, Lord

If I could

But I’m up here

And You’re down there, Jesus


My poor Jesus

I’m so sorry to make You die

But, please, for me, Jesus



Now Lord Jesus

You’re in heaven and I’m on earth

Now it’s my turn

And my little burden is getting worse

I weep for me, Jesus


Oh kind Jesus

I keep trying to win this fight

But I just can’t change me

I need Your grace, Lord

Please provide


I wish that I could run to You

And all of this would end

If I could see Your face

Have You close again

But You’re up there

And I’m down here, Oh Jesus


My Lord Jesus

If You’ve got time to spend with me tonight

Then fly to me, Jesus



© 2001 Mohrgüd Music (BMI)


6. Gethsemane
Kenneth Cope  

Sweet Jesus


(written by Gary Chapman)


There is a river running through this town

It carries the water

There isn’t any way to slow it down

Or make it stop

I was a baby when the big bridge fell

So I don’t remember

But I have listened to the stories well

And so I know

They were falling to the surface

They were calling to their God

And their cry was


Sweet Jesus, please won’t you catch us, save us

Sweet Jesus, please won’t you hear us crying


Fishing for luck beneath the bridge that day

A man in his eighties

He saw it happen and began to pray

As he dove in

He found a mother and a baby boy

They both wouldn’t make it

The mama handed him her only joy

He took the child

Then he was swimming like he was twenty

He made shoreline then he died

And his thoughts were



He was crying


I miss my mother and the brave old man

Though I never knew them

They are the soul inside the man I am

I bear their dreams

And I am walking in their footsteps

I am talking to their God

And my cry is



We’re all crying


© 1992 Riverstone Music, Inc. (ASCAP)


7. Sweet Jesus
Kenneth Cope  

Breathe In Me


(written by Michael W. Smith & Wayne Kirkpatrick)


You breathe in me

And I’m alive

With the power of your holiness

You breathe in me

And you revive

Feelings in my soul

That I have laid to rest



So breathe in me

I need you now

I’ve never felt so dead within

So breathe in me

Maybe somehow

You can breathe new life

In me again


I used to be

So sensitive

To the light that leads

To where you are

Now I’ve acquired

These calluses

With the darkness of

A cold and jaded heart




© 1995 O’Ryan Music Inc. (ASCAP), Emily Boothe, Inc./Magic Beans Music (BMI)

Administered by Reunion Music Publishing


8. Breathe In Me
Kenneth Cope  

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)


9. White Dress
Kenneth Cope  

What He Began


(written by Kenneth Cope)


Most every start has an ending

Most every road takes a turn

Spring flies to autumn

Those young days forgotten

And we’re looking back on what we were


Candles and torches need lighting

But soon someone’s passing them on

Leaving to others

Those frontiers discovered

And a flame that burns on when he’s gone



He broke the roads I travel

He cleared the skies I fly

This fruit I eat was nurtured by his hand

Now my heart swells like a fountain

As I watch him say good-bye

And leave to you and me what he began


The darkest of nights sees the morning

But who’ll rise on up and seize the day?

Who’ll take some chances

And push for advances

Every step of the way?


Too many dreams lie sleeping

Afraid that to wake means to fail

But he’s been the strong one

The “reach for the stars” one

And love lit that fire in his veins




I won’t fail the dream that he began


© 1998 Mohrgüd Music (BMI)


10. What He Began
Kenneth Cope  

Hear My Praise


(written by Kenneth Cope)


Lord, hear my praise

God, feel my love

Father be thanked

Night and morning

Sweet day of grace

When Jesus came to save me

Lord, hear my praise

To your glory




Lord, hear my praise

God, feel my love

Father be thanked

Night and morning

These sweet days of grace

Christ Jesus reigns to save me

Lord, hear my praise

To your glory

Lord, hear my praise

To your glory


© 2001 Mohrgüd Music (BMI)


11. Hear My Praise
Kenneth Cope  


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