Hallelujahs

HALLELUJAHS

(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

CHORUS:

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

REPEAT CHORUS

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

REPEAT CHORUS

O Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah!

© 1995 Clumsy Fly Music (ASCAP)

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)

What Have I Done With His Name?

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?

CHORUS:

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?

REPEAT CHORUS

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)

Sweet Jesus

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

REPEAT CHORUS

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

REPEAT CHORUS

We’re all crying

© 1992 Riverstone Music, Inc. (ASCAP)

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)

Hear My Praise

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

REPEAT

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)