All for Your Name, O LORD!

Michael E. Wood

October 3-6, 2012

For your name’s sake, O LORD, pardon my guilt, for it is great. Psalm 25:11

While reading through Psalm 25 in preparations for preaching in the Alzheimer’s Unit at Atria, the music for “Faith is the Victory” came to mind.  The words of this Psalm seem to fit the melody for the most part and I began to write. While in the progression, I was reminded that the scriptures of the Old Testament were intended to point us to Christ and the power of the gospel. Thus a new song to an old tune with a slight nuance in the chorus was formulated.

One might also notice that the priority in our salvation is to magnify the glory of God.

To You, O LORD, I lift my soul,

My God in You I trust.

O let me not be put to shame.

Give grace to kill my lusts,

Which yet remain as enemies,

And would exult o’er me,

But to Thy cross I cling, O LORD,

Through which you set me free.

(Chorus)

All for Your Name, O LORD!

All for Your Name, O LORD!

How great Your glory is displayed

By Christ who set me free.

Remember mercy, steadfast love,

For they have been of old.

Remember not my sins of youth

Or my transgressions bold.

According to Your loyal love,

O LORD, remember me.

And for Your goodness sake, O LORD,

O hear my humble plea.

(Chorus)

His secret counsel He reveals

To those who are His own

And comforts us when we may feel

That we are all alone.

For He has promised by His Spirit

He would never leave,

And gives to us experience

That He to us doth cleave.

(2^nd Chorus)

All for Your Name, O LORD!

All for Your Name, O LORD!

How great Your glory is displayed

By Christ who set us free.

Oh who is he who fears the LORD,

For he the LORD will teach,

By providence and covenant

His soul will be made rich.

His offspring shall inherit the

Great Promise of the land,

Which comes by faith with all the pow’r

The gospel gives to stand.

(2^nd Chorus)

The gospel is the power of God

To save us from our sin

And by the grace of Jesus Christ

We’re made to enter in.

Not of ourselves, for we were dead,

And hopeless without thought,

But by His blood we’re purchased as

The trophies He hath bought,

(2^nd Chorus)