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O Fount of Love
O Fount of love divine that flows from my savior’s bleeding side.
Where sinners trade their filthy rags for his righteousness applied.
Mercy cleansing every stain, now rushing o’er us like a flood.
There the wretch and vilest ones stand adopted through his blood.
O Mount of grace, to thee we cling! From the law hath set us free.
Once and for all on Calvary’s hill, love and justice shall agree.
Praise the Lord, the price is paid! The curse defeated by the lamb.
We who once were slaves by birth, sons and daughters now we stand.
O well of joy is mine to drink, for my Lord now sits at rest.
Victorious forevermore, the ancient foe is crushed to death.
Hallelujah! Christ is King, alive and reigning on the throne.
Our tongues employed with hymns of praise, “Glory be to God alone!”
– Matt Boswell & Matt Papa
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That the Powers of Hell May Vanish
Church last night was a service of lessons and carols. Concluded with this…
Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence
Let all mortal flesh keep silence, and with fear and trembling stand; ponder nothing earthly minded, for, with blessing in His hand, Christ our God to earth descendeth, our full homage to demand.
King of kings, yet born of Mary, as of old on earth He stood, Lord of lords, in human vesture, in the body and the blood. He will give to all the faithful His own self for heav’nly food.
Rank on rank the host of heaven spreads its vanguard on the way, as the Light of light descendeth from the realms of endless day, that the pow’rs of hell may vanish as the darkness clears away.
At His feet the six-winged seraph, cherubim with sleepless eye, veil their faces to the Presence, as with ceaseless voice they cry, “Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, Lord Most High!”
With everything dark going on in the world around us, we need more than ever this Light of light from the realms of endless day.
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He Leadeth Me, O Blessed Thought
He leadeth me, oh blessed thought, O words with heavenly comfort fraught! Whate’er I do, whate’er I be, Still ‘tis God’s hand that leadeth me.
He leadeth me, he leadeth me, By his own hand he leadeth me! His faithful follower I would be, For by his hand he leadeth me.
Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine, Nor ever murmur nor repine, Content whatever lot I see, Since ‘tis my God that leadeth me.
And when my task on earth is done, When by thy grace the victory’s won, E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee, Since God through Jordan leadeth me.
I sent this to a friend after the death of her brother. Praying for God’s leading and comfort during these difficult days. He is good, even when the providence is hard.
