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Offensive Hymns
We very much believe in and love the great and classic hymns of old. Church's that have done away with their hymnals and have gone to singing simple choruses on the overhead are missing a vital blessing from our Father in Heaven. We worship God in knowledge and truth, not just emotion. There is more theology in a good hymn than there is in a lot of sermons that are being preached today. Below are some of my favorites. Try the links. There are some wonderful sources for hymn lyrics and music on the internet.
"And Can It Be That I Should Gain?"
Charles Wesley
And can it be that I should gain an interest in the saviour's blood? Died He for me, who caused His pain? For me, who Him to death pursued? Amazing love! How can it be that thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
Long my imprisoned spirit lay, Fast bound in sin and nature's night; Thine eye diffused a quick-ning ray, I woke, the dungeon flamed with light: My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
No condemnation now I dread, Jesus, with all in Him, is mine; Alive in Him, my living Head, and clothed in righteousness divine, Bold I approach the eternal throne, and claim the crown, thru Christ, my own.
More to come....
"I Want a Principle Within"
Words: Charles Wesley, 1749
I want a principle within of watchful, godly fear, a sensibility of sin, a pain to feel it near.
I want the first approach to feel of pride or wrong desire, to catch the wandering of my will, and quench the kindling fire.
From thee that I no more may stray, no more thy goodness grieve, grant me the filial awe, I pray, the tender conscience give. Quick as the apple of an eye, O God, my conscience make; awake my soul when sin is nigh, and keep it still awake.
Almighty God of truth and love, to me thy power impart; the mountain from my soul remove, the hardness from my heart. O may the least omission pain my reawakened soul, and drive me to that blood again, which makes the wounded whole.
"Let Children Hear the Mighty Deeds"
From Psalm 78:1-7
Isaac Watts, 1719
Let children hear the mighty deeds
Which God performed of old;
Which in our younger years we saw,
And which our fathers told.
He bids us make his glories know,
His works of pow'r and grace;
And we'll convey his wonders down
Through ev'ry rising race.
Our lips shall tell them to our sons,
And they again to theirs;
That generations yet unborn
May teach them to their heirs.
Thus shall they learn in God alone
Their hope securely stands,
That they may ne'er forget his works,
Bur practice his commands.
"I Sought the Lord, and Afterward I Knew"
George W. Chadwich 1893
I sought the Lord, and afterward I knew
He moved my soul to seek him, seeking me;
It was not I that found, O Saviour true,
No, I was found of thee.
Thou didst reach forth thy hand and mine enfold;
I walked and sank not on the storm-vexed sea,—
'Twas not so much that I on thee took hold,
As thou, dear Lord, on me.
I find, I walk, I love, but, O the whole
Of love is but my answer, Lord, to thee;
For thou wert long beforehand with my soul,
Always thou lovedst me.
"Jesus, I am resting, resting"
Jesus, I am resting, resting
In the joy of what thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
Of thy loving heart.
Thou hast bid me gaze upon thee,
As thy beauty fills my soul,
For by thy transforming power,
Thou hast made me whole.
Jesus, I am resting, resting
In the joy of what thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
Of thy loving heart.
O how great thy lovingkindness,
Vaster, broader than the sea!
O how marvelous thy goodness
Lavished all on me!
Yes, I rest in thee, Beloved,
Know what wealth of grace is thine,
Know thy certainty of promise
And have made it mine.
Simply trusting thee, Lord Jesus,
I behold thee as thou art,
And thy love, so pure, so changeless,
Satisfies my heart;
Satisfies its deepest longings,
Meets, supplies its every need,
Compasseth me round with blessings:
Thine is love indeed.
Ever lift thy face upon me
As I work and wait for thee;
Resting 'neath thy smile, Lord Jesus,
Earth's dark shadows flee.
Brightness of my Father's glory,
Sunshine of my Father's face,
Keep me ever trusting, resting,
Fill me with thy grace.
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