The Road Sessions Collection

by Matthew Smith

supported by
  • Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

     $9.99 USD


  • Compact Disc (CD)

    Beautifully illustrated digipak includes a brief essay.

    Also includes immediate download of 11-track album in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
    ships out within 3 days

     $12.99 USD




released 21 July 2009



all rights reserved


feeds for this album, this artist


Matthew Smith Nashville, Tennessee

Matthew Smith is a Nashville-based singer-songwriter who writes brand new music to centuries-old hymn texts. He finds beauty exploring the tension between joy and sorrow, between the Already and the Not Yet.


contact / help

Contact Matthew Smith

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Track Name: Sweet Are The Seasons
Sweet are the seasons when we wait
To hear what God our Lord will say
For they who watch at wisdom’s gate
Are never empty sent away

Behold us, Lord, a few of Thine
Who hither come to seek Thy face
In mercy on Thy people shine
And let Thy presence fill the place

How sweet, how blessed is the thought
That Thou dost hear Thy people’s cries
And whether Thou dost give or not
‘Tis love that grants and love denies

O teach us, Lord, to wait Thy will
To be content with all Thou dost
For us Thy grace sufficient still
With most supplied when needing most

Till life shall end, thus let it be
And O sustain us in that hour
That conflict past, we hope to see
The Savior whom we here adore

We hope at length to take our part
With yonder host, through trouble brought
We hope to see Thee as Thou art
And then to praise Thee as we ought
Track Name: Grace Greater Than Our Sin
Marvelous grace of our loving Lord,
Grace that exceeds our sin and our guilt!
Yonder on Calvary’s mount outpoured,
There where the blood of the Lamb was spilled.

Grace, grace, God’s grace,
Grace that will pardon and cleanse within;
Grace, grace, God’s grace,
Grace that is greater than all our sin.

Sin and despair, like the sea waves cold,
Threaten the soul with infinite loss;
Grace that is greater, yes, grace untold,
Points to the refuge, the mighty cross.

Dark is the stain that we cannot hide.
What can avail to wash it away?
Look! There is flowing a crimson tide,
Brighter than snow you may be today.

Marvelous, infinite, matchless grace,
Freely bestowed on all who believe!
You that are longing to see His face,
Will you this moment His grace receive?