Favorite Song about God - all religions

Inviting all faiths to share their favorite songs about God. Please post the lyrics too.

One of my favorites is Stand By Me by Charles Tindley

When the storms of life are raging,
Stand by me (stand by me);
When the storms of life are raging,
Stand by me (stand by me);
When the world is tossing me
Like a ship upon the sea
Thou Who rulest wind and water,
Stand by me (stand by me).

In the midst of tribulation,
Stand by me (stand by me);
In the midst of tribulation,
Stand by me (stand by me);
When the hosts of hell assail,
And my strength begins to fail,
Thou Who never lost a battle,
Stand by me (stand by me).

In the midst of faults and failures,
Stand by me (stand by me);
In the midst of faults and failures,
Stand by me (stand by me);
When I do the best I can,
And my friends misunderstand,
Thou Who knowest all about me,
Stand by me (stand by me).

In the midst of persecution,
Stand by me (stand by me);
In the midst of persecution,
Stand by me (stand by me);
When my foes in battle array
Undertake to stop my way,
Thou Who savèd Paul and Silas,
Stand by me (stand by me).

When I’m growing old and feeble,
Stand by me (stand by me);
When I’m growing old and feeble,
Stand by me (stand by me);
When my life becomes a burden,
And I’m nearing chilly Jordan,
O Thou “Lily of the Valley,”
Stand by me (stand by me).

“The Battle Hymn of the Republic” by Julia Ward Howe.

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
“As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal”;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Since God is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat:
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me.
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free*,[14]
While God is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
While God is marching on.

Holy God We Praise Thy Name is a personal favorite

I have two:
The Battle Hymn of the Republic
How Great Thou Art.

Lord, Keep Us Steadfast in Your Word

Lord, keep us steadfast in your Word;
Curb those who by deceit or sword
Would wrest the kingdom from your Son
And bring to nought all he has done.

Lord Jesus Christ, your power make known,
For you are Loud of lords alone;
Defend your holy Church that we
May sing your praise triumphantly.

O Comforter of priceless worth,
Send peace and unity on earth;
Support us in our final strife
And lead us out of death of life.

-Martin Luther

Jon

youtube.com/watch?v=LwW4UKnGWwA

I Don’t Care Where You’ve Been Sleeping Lyrics
Don Francisco

I loved you long before the time your eyes first saw the day
And everything I’ve done has been to help you on the way
But you took all that you wanted then at last you took your leave,
And traded off a Kingdom for the lies that you believed

And although you’ve chosen darkness with its miseries and fears
Although you’ve gone so far from Me and wasted all these years
Even though my name’s been spattered by the mire in which you lie
I’d take you back this instant if you’d turn to Me and cry.

I don’t care where you’ve been sleeping, I don’t who’s made your bed
I’ve already gave My life to set you free;
There’s no sin you could imagine that is stronger than my love,
And it’s all yours if you’ll come home again to Me.

When you come back to your senses and you see who’s been to blame,
Remember all the good things that were yours with just My name;
Then don’t waste another thought before you change the way you’re bound
I’ll be running out to meet you if you’ll only turn around

I don’t care where you’ve been sleeping, I don’t who’s made your bed
I’ve already gave My life to set you free;
There’s no sin you could imagine that is stronger than my love,
And it’s all yours if you’ll come home again to Me

Take Lord, Receive

  1. Take, Lord, receive all my liberty,
    My memory, understanding, my entire will.

Refrain:

Give me only Your love and Your grace, that’s enough for me.
Your love and Your grace, are enough for me.

  1. Take, Lord, receive all I have and possess.
    You have given all to me, now I return it.

  2. Take, Lord, receive, all is Yours now.
    Dispose of it, wholly according to Your will


These alone are Enough (Dan Schutte)
youtube.com/watch?v=Mxg-qBhZ7M8***
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THESE ALONE ARE ENOUGH

Take my heart, O Lord.
Take my hopes and dreams.
Take my mind with all
its plans and schemes.

Give me nothing more than
your love and grace.
These alone, O God,
are enough for me.

Take my thoughts, O Lord,
and my memory.
Take my tears, my joys,
my liberty.

Give me nothing more than
your love and grace.
These alone, O God
are enough for me.

I surrender, Lord,
all I have and hold.
I return to you
Your gift untold.

Give me nothing more than
Your love and grace.
These alone, O God,
are enough for me.

When the darkness falls
on my final days,
take the very breath
that sang Your praise.

Give me nothing more than
Your love and grace.
These alone, O God,
are enough for me.


Thank you, TemperanceOfGod for sharing the song from Don Francisco! His songs always speak to my heart!

youtube.com/watch?v=DidfUhZpxTw

falling down before Thee…

Well it was “I Surrender (All to Jesus)” but then I heard

Oceans
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dy9nwe9_xzw

Don Francisco - He’s Alive Lyrics
youtube.com/watch?v=Aj5WJ1n0dYI

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The gates and doors were barred, All the windows fastened down
I spent the night in sleeplessness, And rose at every sound
Half in hopeless sorrow, And half in fear the day
Would find the soldiers breakin’ through, To drag us all away

And just before the sunrise, Heard something at the wall
The gate began to rattle, And a voice began to call
Hurried to the window, Looked down into the street
Expecting swords and torches, And the sound of soldier’s feet

There was no one there but Mary, So I went down to let her in
John stood there beside me, As she told us where she’d been
She said they’ve moved Him in the night, And none of us knows where
The stones been rolled away, And now His body isn’t there

We both ran toward the garden, Then John ran on ahead
We found the stone and the empty tomb, Just the way that Mary said
But the winding sheet they wrapped Him in, Was just an empty shell
And how or where they’d taken Him, Was more than I could tell

Well, something strange had happened there, Just what I did not know
John believed a miracle, But I just turned to go
Circumstance and speculation, Couldn’t lift me very high
'Cause I’d seen them crucify Him, Then I saw Him die

Back inside the house again, The guilt and anguish came
Everything I’d promised Him, Just added to my shame
When at last it came to choices, I denied I knew His name
Even if He was alive, It wouldn’t be the same

Suddenly the air was filled, With strange and sweet perfume
Light that came from everywhere, Drove shadows from the room
Jesus stood before me, With His arms held open wide
And I fell down on my knees, And just clung to Him and cried

He raised me to my feet, And as I looked into His eyes
Love was shining out from Him, Like sunlight from the skies
Guilt in my confusion, Disappeared in sweet release
And every fear I’d ever had, Just melted into peace

He’s alive, He’s alive, He’s alive and I’m forgiven
Heaven’s gates are open wide
He’s alive, He’s alive
He’s alive and I’m forgiven, Heaven’s gates are open wide***

He’s alive, He’s alive, He’s alive and I’m forgiven
Heaven’s gates are open wide
He’s alive, He’s alive, He’s alive…!

Oh yeah, definitely, a choker upper tear maker (considering the backdrop of the contrary mess, the Civil War, and even our current political, social and spiritual plight).

Amazing Grace is right up there also (recorded by more artists than most or all other songs).

This is ONE of my favorites:

“No Ordinary Love” by Memphis May Fire

Here I stand,
Nothing more than a broken man starring death in the face.
All my mistakes have got a hold on me again.
Here we go,
another day, another fork in the road.
I never know who to trust,
will someone just tell me which way to go?

I need a sign.
I need a miracle!
I need to know that this is possible.
I’ve just failed so many times,
is there any way that I could make it right?
God, if you’re there I need to hear you now!

Come back to me love, I forgive you.
Oh how I’ve missed you!
Just know every time you run I’ll be right here waiting!

This is no ordinary love.
Listen up, Listen up!
This is no ordinary love.
Listen up this is unconditional!

I’m so afraid to admit that you’re real
cause I’m afraid of what I might feel
when your words start to come to life
& it brings my demons into the light but I know you’re here.
I shiver as you whisper in my ear, “Child have no fear”.

Come back to me love, I forgive you.
Oh how I’ve missed you!
Just know every time you run I’ll be right here waiting!
Come back to me love.
I hope you know I’m always with you.
I forgive you!

We lose faith in things unseen,
unsure of what to believe,
just dying to be loved when love’s right in front of us.
We give up on our hopes & dreams, & let doubt take everything.
The door will open when we realize we don’t hold the key.
I tried to save myself but I failed!

Come back to me love, I forgive you.
Oh how I’ve missed you!
Just know every time you run I’ll be right here waiting!
Come back to me love.
I hope you know I’m always with you.
I forgive you!

All Glory Laud and Honor
Doxology (Praise God to Whom All Blessings Flow)

The Jakob Arcadelt “Ave Maria”. Without a doubt. Second is Gregorio Allegri’s “Miserere Mei Deus”. A haunting version of Psalm 51 in Latin, originally intended only to be performed in the Sistine Chapel and only on Good Friday.

O Jerusalem…

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England’s mountain green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England’s pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land.

How Great Thou Art

God is God written by Steven Curtis Chapman after 9/11.:clapping::clapping:

Yahweh, (I Know You Are Near)

My Song Is Love Unknown

My song is love unknown,
My Saviour’s love to me;
Love to the loveless shown,
That they might lovely be.
O who am I,
That for my sake
My Lord should take
Frail flesh, and die?

He came from His blest throne
Salvation to bestow;
But men made strange, and none
The longed-for Christ would know:
But oh, my Friend,
My Friend indeed,
Who at my need
His life did spend.

Sometimes they strew His way,
And His sweet praises sing;
Resounding all the day
Hosannas to their King:
Then “Crucify!”
Is all their breath,
And for His death
They thirst and cry.

They rise and needs will have
My dear Lord made away;
A murderer they save,
The Prince of life they slay.
Yet cheerful He
To suffering goes,
That He His foes
From thence might free.

In life, no house, no home
My Lord on earth might have;
In death, no friendly tomb,
But what a stranger gave.
What may I say?
Heav’n was His home;
But mine the tomb
Wherein He lay.

Here might I stay and sing,
No story so divine;
Never was love, dear King,
Never was grief like Thine.
This is my Friend,
In whose sweet praise
I all my days
Could gladly spend.

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