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Hymns for This World and the Next

by Wes Crawford

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  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    Comes in a cardboard sleeve, with artwork by Carissa Bowser.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Hymns for This World and the Next via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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    You'll also get bonus living room singalong versions of each song on the album (recorded with a group of friends in my own living room!). Purchasing the album on Bandcamp is the only way to get these.
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1.
To our Redeemer’s glorious name, awake the sacred song; O may his love (immortal flame!) tune every heart and tongue. Jesus, who left his throne on high! Left the bright realms of bliss! And came on earth to bleed and die; was ever love like his? Dear Lord, while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to thee, May every heart with rapture say, “The Saviour died for me.” His love, what mortal thought can reach, what mortal tongue display? Imagination’s utmost stretch in wonder dies away! O may the sweet, the blissful theme fill every heart and tongue Till strangers love Thy charming name and join the sacred song Dear Lord, while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to thee, May every heart with rapture say, “The Saviour died for me.” Let wonder still with love unite, and gratitude and joy; Jesus be our supreme delight; his praise, our blest employ. Dear Lord, while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to thee, May every heart with rapture say, “The Saviour died for me.”
2.
Immortal, invisible, God only wise, In light inaccessible hid from our eyes, Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days, Almighty, victorious, thy great Name we praise. Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light, Nor wanting, nor wasting, thou rulest in might; Thy justice, like mountains, high soaring above Thy clouds, which are fountains of goodness and love. To all, life thou givest, to both great and small; In all life thou livest, the true life of all; We blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree, And wither and perish—but naught changeth thee. Great Father of glory, pure Father of light, Thine angels adore thee, all veiling their sight; All praise we would render; O help us to see ’Tis only the splendor of light hideth thee.
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Deep are the wounds which sin hath made; Where shall the sinner find a cure? In vain, alas, is nature's aid, The work exceeds all nature's power. Sin, like a raging fever, reigns With fatal strength in every part; The dire contagion fills the veins, And spreads its poison to the heart. And can no sovereign balm be found? And is no kind physician nigh, To ease the pain and heal the wound, Ere life and hope forever fly? There is a great physician near, Look up, O fainting soul, and live; See, in his heavenly smiles appear Such ease as nature cannot give! See in the Savior's dying blood Life, health, and bliss abundant flow! 'Tis only this dear sacred flood Can cleanse the heart, and heal its woe. Sin throws in vain its pointed dart, For here a sovereign cure is found; A cordial for a fainting heart, A balm for every painful wound.
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Awake, sweet gratitude, and sing The ascended Savior's love; Sing how he lives to carry on His people's cause above. With cries and tears he offered up His humble suit below; But with authority he asks, Enthroned in glory now. For all that come to God by him, Salvation he demands; Points to their names upon his breast, And spreads his wounded hands. His sweet atoning sacrifice Gives sanction to his claim: "Father, I will that all my saints Be with me where I am." Eternal life, at his request, To every saint is given; His care on earth, and, after death, The plenitude of heaven. For all that come to God by him, Salvation he demands; Points to their names upon his breast, And spreads his wounded hands. Founded on right, thy prayer avails; The Father smiles on thee; And now thou in thy kingdom art, Dear Lord, remember me. For all that come to God by him, Salvation he demands; Points to their names upon his breast, And spreads his wounded hands.
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Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy Name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever and ever, Amen.
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One Blood 03:49
O God, you have made us all of one blood And sent us your blessed Son Proclaiming your kingdom: justice and peace You’re calling to everyone The far and the near may come Let the nations of the earth Seek after you and find you Let our neighbors see in us your love Pour out your Spirit, Pour out your Spirit, Pour out your Spirit on all people Hasten the coming, Hasten the coming, Hasten the coming of your kingdom
7.
Glory be to Jesus Who in bitter pains Poured for me the life blood From his sacred veins Grace and life eternal In that blood I find Blest be his compassion Infinitely kind Blest through endless ages Be the precious stream Which from sin and sorrow Doth the world redeem Oft as earth exulting Wafts its praise on high Angel hosts, rejoicing Make their glad reply Lift ye then your voices Swell the mighty flood Louder still and louder Praise the precious blood
8.
Now thank we all our God with heart and hands and voices, Who wondrous things has done, in whom his world rejoices; Who from our mothers’ arms has blessed us on our way With countless gifts of love, and still is ours today. O may this bounteous God through all our life be near us, With ever joyful hearts and blessed peace to cheer us, To keep us in his grace, and guide us when perplexed, And free us from all ills in this world and the next. All praise and thanks to God the Father now be given, The Son and Spirit blest, who reign in highest heaven The one eternal God, whom heaven and earth adore; For thus it was, is now, and shall be evermore.
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One there is, above all others, well deserves the name of Friend; his is love beyond a brother's, costly, free, and knows no end. They who once his kindness prove find it everlasting love. Which of all our friends, to save us, could or would have shed his blood? But our Jesus died to have us reconciled in him to God. This was boundless love indeed; Jesus is a Friend in need. When he lived on earth abased, "Friend of sinners" was his name. Now above all glory raised, he rejoices in the same; still he calls them brethren, friends, and to all their wants attends. Could we bear from one another what he daily bears from us? Yet this glorious Friend and Brother loves us, though we treat him thus: though for good we render ill, he accounts us brethren still. O for grace our hearts to soften! Teach us, Lord, at length to love; we, alas! forget too often what a Friend we have above: but when home our souls are brought, we will love you as we ought.
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Mercy, mercy, God the Father! God the Son, be Thou my plea! God the Holy Spirit, comfort! Triune God, deliver me! Mercy, mercy, God the Father! God the Son, be Thou my plea! God the Holy Spirit, comfort! Triune God, deliver me! Not my sins, O Lord, remember, Not Thine own avenger be; But, for Thy great tender mercies, Saviour God, deliver me! Mercy, mercy, God the Father! God the Son, be Thou my plea! God the Holy Spirit, comfort! Triune God, deliver me! By Thy cross, and by Thy passion, Bloody sweat and agony, By thy precious death and burial, Saviour God, deliver me! By Thy glorious resurrection, Thine ascent in heaven to be, By The Holy Spirit's coming, Saviour God, deliver me! Mercy, mercy, God the Father! God the Son, be Thou my plea! God the Holy Spirit, comfort! Triune God, deliver me! In all time of tribulation, In all time of wealth, in the Hour of death, and day of judgment, Saviour God, deliver me!
11.
Holy God, we praise thy name; Lord of all, we bow before thee. Saints on earth thy rule acclaim; All in heaven above adore thee. Infinite thy vast domain; Everlasting is thy reign. Hark, the loud celestial hymn Angel choirs above are raising; Cherubim and seraphim, In unceasing chorus praising, Fill the heavens with sweet accord: “Holy, holy, holy Lord!” Lo, the apostolic train Joins thy sacred name to hallow; Prophets swell the loud refrain, And the white-robed martyrs follow; And from morn to set of sun, Through the Church the song goes on. Holy Father, holy Son, Holy Spirit, three we name thee; While in essence only One, Undivided God, we claim thee; Then, adoring, bend the knee And confess the mystery. Christ, thou art our glorious King, Son of God enthroned in splendor; But, deliverance to bring, Thou all honors didst surrender, And wast of a virgin born, Humbly on that blessed morn. Thou didst take the sting from death, Son of God, as Savior given; On the cross thy dying breath Opened wide the realm of heaven. In the glory of that land Thou art set at God’s right hand. As our judge thou wilt appear, Savior, who hast died to win us. Help thy servants drawing near. Lord, renew our hearts within us. Grant that with thy saints we may Dwell in everlasting day.
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Thy way, not mine, O Lord, However dark it be; Thy way, not mine, O Lord, However dark it be; Oh lead me by thine own right hand, Choose out the path for me. Smooth let it be or rough, It will be still the best; Smooth let it be or rough, It will be still the best; Winding or straight it matters not, It leads me to thy rest. I dare not choose my lot, I would not if I might; I dare not choose my lot, I would not if I might; But choose thou for me, O my God, So shall I walk aright. Take thou my cup, and it With joy or sorrow fill; Take thou my cup, and it With joy or sorrow fill; As ever best to thee may seem, Choose thou my good and ill. Choose thou for me my friend, My sickness or my health; Choose thou for me my friend, My sickness or my health; Choose thou my joys and cares for me, My poverty or wealth. Not mine, not mine the choice, In things or great or small; Not mine, not mine the choice, In things or great or small; Be thou my Guide, my Guard, my Strength, My Wisdom, and my All.
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See the Conqueror mounts in triumph; See the King in royal state Riding on the clouds his chariot To his heavenly palace gate Hark the choirs of angel voices; Joyful alleluias sing And the portals high are lifted To receive their heavenly King. Who is this that comes in glory With the trumpet of jubilee? Lord of battles, God of armies, He has gained the victory! He who on the cross did suffer! He who from the grave arose! He has vanquished sin and Satan! He by death has spoiled his foes! Thou hast raised our human nature In the clouds to God’s right hand; There we sit in heavenly places, There with thee in glory stand. Jesus reigns, adored by angels; Man with God is on the throne; Mighty Lord, in thine ascension, We by faith behold our own.

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An album of Christian hymns—some with old traditional melodies, and some with new melodies I composed.

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released February 2, 2024

Musicians:
Wes Crawford — acoustic guitar, keyboards, vocals
Brian Douglas Phillips — bass guitar, pedal steel guitar, acoustic guitar, organ
Jacob Hildebrand — electric guitar
Fred Mandujano — drums & percussion
Sam Pankey — upright bass
Amanda Davidson & Krista Vossler — vocals

Produced, recorded, & mixed by Brian Douglas Phillips at Rattle Trap Audio
Mastered by Joe Causey at Voyager Mastering
Album artwork & design by Carissa Bowser

Executive Produced by Gary & Shea O'Dell, Greg Love, Frank & Donna McCamant, Bryson & Marisa Owen, and Greg & Amber Hennigan

Thank you to all my Kickstarter backers for generously helping me to make this album!

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