Here's something which I wrote this evening as I couldn't sleep... All I've got to do is find a killer tune, and I'll be singing this in church. 16 verse long hymn! Well, if I group together 2 verses at a time, it's only 8 verses long... And if I group 4 together, it's only 4 verses long. Oooh! And if I group 8 verses together, it's only 2 verses long!
Hear the tears and see this blood
Mingled as a stream, a flood.
This river like a hammer thud
Washing clean this heart of mud.
Dark the picture of the tree
Bleeding all its sap for me,
Rending heaven, earth and sea
All to see the slaves go free.
Souls have wrenched before these tears,
Sweetest melody to ears
Bereft of shame and guilt and fears
All gathered up throughout the years.
How could a man killed as a thief
Rejected as the sinners’ chief
Make claim to ever bring relief
To this earth’s sorrow, pain and grief?
How could it be that there is grace
Poured out upon the human race?
How could it be that in this place
A beaming smile forms on His face?
A smile and laugh so plain to see
Amidst the fears and mockery;
A laugh into eternity
That wreaks of heaven’s victory.
For it is finished, it is done.
Death defeated, Christ has won.
Only sinless, perfect one,
Now revealed as God’s own Son.
Holiness so plain and strong,
Substitute for all our wrongs,
Ever free from Satan’s throngs,
Saints will praise Him with this song:
“Holy is our Lord of might
Crowned with praise and clothed in light,
Brilliant king and God so bright
Who once endured this fearsome plight.
To know the everlasting joy
Of being Father God’s envoy
Into this earth – a fragile boy
To live with us and here employ
His love for God in such a way,
To hear and follow every day
His voice and always to obey
Each word that He would hear Him say.
Unto that cross He heard Him lead
And tell Him that He had to bleed,
Atone for each of our misdeeds,
And sow the reconciling seed.
Slain He was and there he died,
God’s good pleasure satisfied
That every man who here confides
May run to God and there reside.
In dying He was glorified,
For every human justified
Cannot in his own strength abide,
Nor dare to nurture any pride."
It’s all by You, most glorious Lord
That anyone could e’er afford
To not die from your blazing sword.
High King, forever be adored.
O awesome treasure, great delight,
Our souls no longer live in night.
But let us ever keep in sight
The price you paid for our birthright.
Mingled as a stream, a flood.
This river like a hammer thud
Washing clean this heart of mud.
Dark the picture of the tree
Bleeding all its sap for me,
Rending heaven, earth and sea
All to see the slaves go free.
Souls have wrenched before these tears,
Sweetest melody to ears
Bereft of shame and guilt and fears
All gathered up throughout the years.
How could a man killed as a thief
Rejected as the sinners’ chief
Make claim to ever bring relief
To this earth’s sorrow, pain and grief?
How could it be that there is grace
Poured out upon the human race?
How could it be that in this place
A beaming smile forms on His face?
A smile and laugh so plain to see
Amidst the fears and mockery;
A laugh into eternity
That wreaks of heaven’s victory.
For it is finished, it is done.
Death defeated, Christ has won.
Only sinless, perfect one,
Now revealed as God’s own Son.
Holiness so plain and strong,
Substitute for all our wrongs,
Ever free from Satan’s throngs,
Saints will praise Him with this song:
“Holy is our Lord of might
Crowned with praise and clothed in light,
Brilliant king and God so bright
Who once endured this fearsome plight.
To know the everlasting joy
Of being Father God’s envoy
Into this earth – a fragile boy
To live with us and here employ
His love for God in such a way,
To hear and follow every day
His voice and always to obey
Each word that He would hear Him say.
Unto that cross He heard Him lead
And tell Him that He had to bleed,
Atone for each of our misdeeds,
And sow the reconciling seed.
Slain He was and there he died,
God’s good pleasure satisfied
That every man who here confides
May run to God and there reside.
In dying He was glorified,
For every human justified
Cannot in his own strength abide,
Nor dare to nurture any pride."
It’s all by You, most glorious Lord
That anyone could e’er afford
To not die from your blazing sword.
High King, forever be adored.
O awesome treasure, great delight,
Our souls no longer live in night.
But let us ever keep in sight
The price you paid for our birthright.
3 commentaires:
Fan-fugu-tastic!
I was singing it in my head as I read it... to a tune you have not yet written.
Just thought I would catch up on your blogs. Love it. Get a tune going to it and fast (though not necessarily a fast tune - in fact I think it shouldn't be too jolly)
It's your mother who wrote the above commentary
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