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<\/p>\nMy mother recently asked me what I am singing these days…<\/p>\n
The question didn’t surprise me coming from her, she was always singing something when I was small and I knew her grief was profound when the house was songless.<\/p>\n
I had been singing quite a bit at home trying to learn these songs whose words were ministering to me, but then cold after cold had stolen my voice this fall and just now I’m enjoying them again. I found the words online, printed them out, and taped them up in my kitchen. Thought I’d share the words with you.<\/p>\n
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” \tIn Christ alone my hope is found
\nHe is my light, my strength, my song
\nThis Cornerstone, this solid ground
\nFirm through the fiercest drought and storm
\nWhat heights of love, what depths of peace
\nWhen fears are stilled, when strivings cease
\nMy Comforter, my All in All
\nHere in the love of Christ I stand<\/p>\n
In Christ alone, who took on flesh
\nFullness of God in helpless babe
\nThis gift of love and righteousness
\nScorned by the ones He came to save
\n‘Till on that cross as Jesus died
\nThe wrath of God was satisfied
\nFor every sin on Him was laid
\nHere in the death of Christ I live<\/p>\n
There in the ground His body lay
\nLight of the world by darkness slain
\nThen bursting forth in glorious Day
\nUp from the grave He rose again
\nAnd as He stands in victory
\nSin’s curse has lost it’s grip on me
\nFor I am His and He is mine
\nBrought with the precious blood of Christ<\/p>\n
No guilt in life, no fear in death
\nThis is the power of Christ in me
\nFrom life’s first cry to final breath
\nJesus commands my destiny
\nNo power of hell, no scheme of man
\nCan ever pluck me from His hand
\n‘Till He returns or calls me home
\nHere in the power of Christ I’ll stand”<\/p>\n
~<\/p>\n
“How deep the Father’s love for us,
\nHow vast beyond all measure
\nThat He should give His only Son
\nTo make a wretch His treasure<\/p>\n
How great the pain of searing loss,
\nThe Father turns His face away
\nAs wounds which mar the chosen One,
\nBring many sons to glory<\/p>\n
Behold the Man upon a cross,
\nMy sin upon His shoulders
\nAshamed I hear my mocing voice,
\nCall out among the scoffers<\/p>\n
It was my sin that helf Him there
\nUntil it was accomplished
\nHis dying breath has brought me life
\nI knoww that it is finished<\/p>\n
I will not boast in anything
\nNo gifts, no power, no wisdom
\nBut I will boast inJesus Christ
\nHis death and resurrection<\/p>\n
Why should I gain from His reward?
\nI cannot give an answer
\nBut this I know with all my heart
\nHis wounds have paid my ransom”<\/p>\n
~<\/p>\n
” \tHoly words long preserved
\nFor our walk in this world,
\nThey resound with God’s own heart
\nOh, let the ancient words impart.<\/p>\n
Words of life, words of hope
\nGive us strength, help us cope
\nIn this world, where e’er we roam
\nAncient words will guide us home.<\/p>\n
Chorus:
\nAncient words ever true
\nChanging me, and changing you.
\nWe have come with open hearts
\nOh let the ancient words impart.<\/p>\n
Holy words of our faith
\nHanded down to this age.
\nCame to us through sacrifice
\nOh heed the faithful words of christ.<\/p>\n
Holy words long preserved
\nFor our walk in this world.
\nThey resound with God’s own heart
\nOh let the ancient words impart.<\/p>\n
Chorus x4<\/p>\n
We have come with open hearts
\nOh let the ancient words impart.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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