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Messiah Still, and All Alone

O Praise the Name of the Lord Our God


I cast my mind to Calvary
Where Jesus bled and died for me
I see His wounds, His hands, His feet
My Saviour on that cursed tree


His body bound and drenched in tears
They laid Him down in Joseph’s tomb
The entrance sealed by heavy stone
Messiah still and all alone

[Chorus]
O praise the Name of the Lord, our God
O praise His Name forevermore
For endless days we will sing Your praise
O Lord, O Lord, our God!


Then on the third at break of dawn
The Son of heaven rose again
O trampled death, where is your sting?
The angels roar for Christ the King

He shall return in robes of white
The blazing sun shall pierce the night
And I will rise among the saints
My gaze transfixed on Jesus’ face

In Christ Alone

In Christ alone, my hope is found.
He is my light, my strength, my song.
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest droughts and storms.
What heights of love, what depths of peace!
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease.
My comforter, my all in all,
Here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone, who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe.
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones he came to save.
Till on that cross, as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied,
For every sin on him was laid.
Here in the death of Christ, I live.

There in the ground his body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain.
Then bursting forth, in glorious day,
Up from the grave he rose again!
And as he stands in victory,
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me.
For I am his, and he is mine,
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death,
This is the power of Christ in me.
From life’s first cry, to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from his hand,
Till he returns, or calls me home,
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand.

by Getty and Townend
©2001 Kingsway Music

I like the version by Geoff Moore and Adrienne Liesching.

War Horse

God answers Job, speaking to him ‘from a whirlwind.’

Do you give the horse his might?
Do you clothe his neck with a mane?
Do you make him leap like the locust?
His majestic snorting is terrifying.
He paws in the valley and exults in his strength;
He goes out to meet the weapons.
He laughs at fear and is not dismayed;
He does not turn back from the sword.
Upon him rattle the quiver, the flashing spear, and the javelin.
With fierceness and rage he swallows the ground;
He cannot stand still at the sound of the trumpet.
When the trumpet sounds, he says ‘Aha!’
He smells the battle from afar, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

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