Hymn 155
Christ our passover.
Lo, the destroying angel flies
To Pharaoh's stubborn land;
The pride and flower of Egypt dies
By his vindictive hand.
He passed the tents of Jacob o'er,
Nor poured the wrath divine;
He saw the blood on every door,
And blessed the peaceful sign.
Thus the appointed Lamb must bleed,
To break the Egyptian yoke;
Thus Isr'el is from bondage freed,
And 'scapes the angel's stroke.
Lord, if my heart were sprinkled too
With blood so rich as thine,
Justice no longer would pursue
This guilty soul of mine.
Jesus our passover was slain,
And has at once procured
Freedom from Satan's heavy chain,
And God's avenging sword.
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Today... 'Christ Our Passover Lamb
'I'll pass over you when I see the blood'
This was the wonderful promise of God
The blood has been shed and the price is paid
The Passover Lamb on the alter laid.
The day was the day of Unleavened Bread
The day that the Passover Lamb lay dead
Christ our Passover Lamb has now been slain
And His blood has cleansed us from sins stain.
For from His lips I hear 'Father forgive'
And because He died I can now shall live
The judgement of God has been waived for me
Because of what Jesus did at Calvary.
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Freedom To Serve
Become God’s servant to be free, when you go through Calvary,
The only place on earth indeed, when as a servant you are freed;
Freed through the Blood of Christ, from the bondage of this life,
A Freedom only known to man, through God’s Redemptive Plan.
God bought us out of slavery, with precious Blood from Calvary,
Purchased from the market of sin; granting freedom deep within,
Freedom by us that wasn’t sought, which the Lord for us bought,
Offering His Son, our Lord Jesus, as payment made for all of us.
When we’re freed, we’re then sent, by our Lord, as God’s servant,
Here in service to the Son of God, on this earth that we now trod,
No longer slaves in bondage to sin, we delight in service for Him,
Now as we serve the King of kings, our new freedom in Him rings.
We’re now free to serve our Lord, as Christ’s Body, in one accord,
Now serving with the mind of Christ, for God gave us all New Life,
Eternal Life, which we don’t deserve, which is why we gladly serve,
By God’s Grace, with freedom, as God’s servants in His Kingdom.
All because God paid that price, when His Son became a sacrifice,
Christ, Who had no reason to die, served as a Lamb, for you and I,
To grant us real freedom my friend, that from The Lord has no end,
As we come to The Lord Jesus, to serve eternally in God’s Service.
(Copyright ©08/2010)
Olney Hymn 24: Prayer For Children
Gracious Lord, our children see,
By Thy mercy we are free;
But shall these, alas! remain
Subjects still of Satan's reign?
Israel's young ones, when of old
Pharaoh threaten'd to withhold,
Then Thy messenger said, 'No;
Let the children also go!'
When the angel of the Lord,
Drawing forth his dreadful sword,
Slew with an avenging hand,
All the first-born of the land;
Then Thy people's door he pass'd,
Where the bloody sign was placed:
Hear us, now, upon our knees,
Plead the blood of Christ for these!
Lord, we tremble, for we know
How the fierce malicious foe,
Wheeling round his watchful flight,
Keeps them ever in his sight:
Spread Thy pinions, King of kings!
Hide them safe beneath Thy wings;
Lest the ravenous bird of prey
Stoop and bear the brood away.
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Prayer for Children
Gracious Lord, our children see,
By Thy mercy we are free;
But shall these, alas! remain
Subjects still of Satan's reign?
Israel's young ones, when of old
Pharaoh threaten'd to withhold,
Then Thy messenger said, "No;
Let the children also go!"
When the angel of the Lord,
Drawing forth his dreadful sword,
Slew with an avenging hand,
All the first-born of the land;
Then Thy people's door he pass'd,
Where the bloody sign was placed:
Hear us, now, upon our knees,
Plead the blood of Christ for these!
Lord, we tremble, for we know
How the fierce malicious foe,
Wheeling round his watchful flight,
Keeps them ever in his sight:
Spread Thy pinions, King of kings!
Hide them safe beneath Thy wings;
Lest the ravenous bird of prey
Stoop and bear the brood away.
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Poem: Passover Lamb
Give praise to the Passover Lamb,
the only begotten Son of the Great I Am.
For He willingly humbled Himself
and served as the propitiation for our sins;
His Truth will be revealed at Earth's end,
from having laid down His life as our Friend.
Give praise to the Passover Lamb,
the holy begotten Son of the Great I Am.
Our Lord made the ultimate sacrifice,
donating Himself as the World's sin offering.
Although temporarily buried in death's tomb,
He exited triumphantly from that cryptal womb.
Give praise to the Passover Lamb,
the eternal begotten Son of the Great I Am.
Today He sits at the right hand of the Father,
humbly interceding on our behalf daily!
Now is still the acceptable day of Salvation,
for He paid the cost for our soul's preservation.
Give praise to the Passover Lamb,
the blessed begotten Son of the Great I Am.
Entertaining thoughts of a spiritual breakthrough?
Know that it is not too late to save your soul.
For those who dare, Victory is available to everyone
that receives the sacred gift of the firstborn Son.
Give praise to the Passover Lamb,
the divine begotten Son of the Great I Am.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Heb 1: 1-3,12: 2; Phil 2: 8-9; Rom 3: 19-26,6: 4; 2 Cor 6: 2;
Eph 3: 9; John 1: 18,3: 16; Jam 2: 14-26; 1 Cor 15
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God’s Eternal Presence
Friend you can see the hand of God, all across this earth men trod.
The presence of God is everywhere, even in lives who do not care.
The Lord is omnipresent friend; a presence man can’t comprehend.
Friend, even in this land of ours, His presence extends to the stars.
And men are blessed in this place, with God’s overwhelming Grace.
This country is blessed abundantly, by The God that man can’t see.
Friend God’s love for us will endure, in this land from shore to shore,
That is, for those men in this life, who’ve come to know Jesus Christ.
But there are men on another path, heading for God’s Eternal Wrath.
He is also a God of Justice friend, and He shall put all evil to an end.
As vengeance belongs to The Lord; and His judgment will be poured.
That’s when every eye shall see, Jesus Christ is The Lord of Eternity.
But His Mercy God extends to all, all under the curse of Adam’s fall.
A mercy to us, so underserved, for the sinfulness that we’ve served.
The death that we’re deserving of, Christ justified through His Love.
The Love of His Son Jesus Christ, who on the cross paid that price.
The Love of God is second to none, for He sent to us His Only Son,
Christ who died a death on a cross, a sinless lamb slain for the lost.
God’s gift to men sent from above, Gracious Mercy wrapped in Love.
And through the death of Jesus Christ, all men can gain Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©01/2006)
Avenging Angel
Avenging angel on the stairs
Blood covered wings
Hands held in mid-air
Sword glistening
Can’t help but stare
Avenging angel sways in place
To a silent beat
Out of time and place
Save a life
Cut him down
Avenging angel falls to the ground
Bleeding from wounds and we grieve
Bleeding from wounds we can’t see
Avenging angel on the stairs
Avenging angel goes nowhere
Blood drips from white feathered wings
The king is dead
Long live the king
One Like Moses
As God had passed over Israel, He will lift to Heaven you and me.
Blood was used per God’s Will, on the doors for the angel to see.
Jesus Christ was the one to fulfill, that blood today for you and me,
On the cross on Calvary’s Hill, Christ shed His blood for men see.
Without the blood that was shed, there’s no remission for our sin.
Like Israel, so filled with dread, from their darkened hearts within,
All men are indeed spiritually dead, and must die because of sin.
But Christ died for all men instead, so His Spirit can reside within.
Israel was within a darkened land, a land of much pain and strife.
They were moved by God’s hand, to the Promised Land full of life.
As we look back and understand, we today live in a world of strife.
Today we look to The Son of Man, in whom we can gain New Life.
God saw Israel in time of need, and sent Moses to help His nation.
He sent Moses as one to lead, and to bring Israel to His Salvation.
Through Moses God had freed, the peoples of His Chosen Nation.
Once again He will send His seed, to show them Eternal Salvation.
One like Moses is God’s Son, His Only Begotten Son Jesus Christ.
Christ was God’s Chosen One, sent as God’s Lamb and Sacrifice.
In Christ all was said and done, when God paid the ultimate price.
And once again Christ will come, to lead all nations to Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©12/2005)
Saved
I was blinded by the devil,
Born already ruined,
Stone-cold dead
As I stepped out of the womb.
By his grace I have been touched,
By his word I have been healed,
By his hand Ive been delivered,
By his spirit Ive been sealed.
Ive been saved
By the blood of the lamb,
Saved
By the blood of the lamb,
Saved,
Saved,
And Im so glad.
Yes, Im so glad,
Im so glad,
So glad,
I want to thank you, lord,
I just want to thank you, lord,
Thank you, lord.
By his truth I can be upright,
By his strength I do endure,
By his power Ive been lifted,
In his love I am secure.
He bought me with a price,
Freed me from the pit,
Full of emptiness and wrath
And the fire that burns in it.
Ive been saved
By the blood of the lamb,
Saved
By the blood of the lamb,
Saved,
Saved,
And Im so glad.
Yes, Im so glad,
Im so glad,
So glad,
I want to thank you, lord,
I just want to thank you, lord,
Thank you, lord.
Nobody to rescue me,
Nobody would dare,
I was going down for the last time,
But by his mercy Ive been spared.
Not by works,
But by faith in him who called,
For so long Ive been hindered,
For so long Ive been stalled.
Ive been saved
By the blood of the lamb,
Saved
By the blood of the lamb,
Saved,
Saved,
And Im so glad.
Yes, Im so glad, Im so glad,
So glad, I want to thank you, lord,
I just want to thank you, lord,
Thank you, lord.
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PSALM 105 Abridged
God's conduct of Israel, and the plagues of Egypt.
Give thanks to God, invoke his name,
And tell the world his grace;
Sound through the earth his deeds of fame,
That all may seek his face.
His cov'nant, which he kept in mind
For num'rous ages past,
To num'rous ages yet behind
In equal force shall last.
He sware to Abraham and his seed,
And made the blessing sure;
Gentiles the ancient promise read,
And find his truth endure.
"Thy seed shall make all nations blest,"
(Said the Almighty voice,)
"And Canaan's land shall be their rest,
The type of heav'nly joys."
[How large the grant! how rich the grace,
To give them Canaan's land,
When they were strangers in the place,
A little feeble band!
Like pilgrims through the countries round
Securely they removed;
And haughty kings that on them frowned
Severely he reproved.
"Touch mine anointed, and my arm
Shall soon revenge the wrong:
The man that does my prophets harm,
Shall know their God is strong."
Then let the world forbear its rage,
Nor put the church in fear;
Isr'el must live through every age,
And be th' Almighty's care.]
PAUSE I.
When Pharaoh dared to vex the saints,
And thus provoked their God,
Moses was sent at their complaints,
Armed with his dreadful rod.
He called for darkness; darkness came
Like an o'erwhelming flood;
He turned each lake and every stream
To lakes and streams of blood.
He gave the sign, and noisome flies
Through the whole country spread;
And frogs in croaking armies rise
About the monarch's bed.
Through fields, and towns, and palaces,
The tenfold vengeance flew;
Locusts in swarms devoured their trees,
And hail their cattle slew.
Then by an angel's midnight stroke
The flower of Egypt died;
The strength of every house was broke,
Their glory and their pride.
Now let the world forbear its rage,
Nor put the church in fear;
Isr'el must live through every age,
And be th' Almighty's care.
PAUSE II.
Thus were the tribes from bondage brought,
And left the hated ground;
Each some Egyptian spoils had got,
And not one feeble found.
The Lord himself chose out their way,
And marked their journeys right;
Gave them a leading cloud by day,
A fiery guide by night.
They thirst, and waters from the rock
In rich abundance flow;
And following still the course they took,
Ran all the desert through.
O wondrous stream! O blessed type
Of ever-flowing grace!
So Christ, our Rock, maintains our life
Through all this wilderness.
Thus guarded by th' Almighty hand,
The chosen tribes possessed
Canaan, the rich, the promised land,
And there enjoyed their rest.
Then let the world forbear its rage,
The church renounce her fear;
Isr'el must live through every age,
And be th' Almighty's care.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Hymn 49
The works of Moses and the Lamb.
Rev. 15:3.
How strong thine arm is, mighty God!
Who would not fear thy name?
Jesus, how sweet thy graces are!
Who would not love the Lamb?
He has done more than Moses did,
Our Prophet and our King;
From bonds of hell he freed our souls,
And taught our lips to sing.
In the Red Sea, by Moses' hand,
Th' Egyptian host was drowned;
But his own blood hides all our sins,
And guilt no more is found.
When through the desert Isr'el went,
With manna they were fed:
Our Lord invites us to his flesh,
And calls it living bread.
Moses beheld the promised land,
Yet never reached the place;
But Christ shall bring his followers home,
To see his Father's face.
Then shall our love and joy be full,
And feel a warmer flame;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.
poem by Isaac Watts
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The Plagues On Egypt
When God spoke to Moses about Egypt He made it clear from the start,
To show His Power and Glory He was going to harden Pharaoh's heart.
When Aaron's staff became a snake Pharaoh turned to his magic art,
Because he relied upon sorcerers God began to harden his very heart.
And when God plagued Egypt with blood and frogs throughout the land,
Pharaoh saw relief and he refused to acknowledge God's Uplifted Hand.
Even when God turned the dust into gnats causing the magicians dread,
And pointed to The Finger of God; Pharaoh was unmoved like God said.
Next He plagued Egypt with flies in all the houses and on the ground,
But to make God's people distinct in Goshen not a fly could be found.
God then struck and killed all of Egypt's livestock out in the field,
And even though none died in Goshen, Pharaoh still would not yield.
When the soot in the air turned into fine powder throughout the land,
The magicians broke out with boils and before Moses could not stand.
With hail God struck down all that was in the field that had breath,
And He followed with a plague of locusts to devour all that was left.
Since Pharaoh refused to obey due to his heart's increasing hardness,
God gave light to His people and covered Egypt in complete darkness.
God finally struck down all the firstborn of Egypt by Uplifted Hand,
This caused Pharaoh to expel the Israelites out of his wicked land.
I Trust In Jesus
Before this body turns to dust
Before this world I leave
Upon The Lord I've placed my trust
Upon The Rock I'll cleave
I've placed my trust in Jesus Christ
God's Son of flesh and bone
The innocent Lamb sacrificed
I trust His word alone
I trust He chose for man to die
Then rose again to reign
That as God's Seed He'd multiply
His flock when born-again
I trust His blood can cleanse the soul
I trust His blood can save
His very name can make us whole
And save us from the grave
I trust in Jesus' loving care
I trust He bore my shame
I trust the love He came to share
Remains today the same
I trust the pardon Jesus bought
Can save this wretch from hell
I trust Salvation's true report
My Saviour had to tell
Although the devil's out to harm
Though Satan's he's out to kill
I trust my Lord's almighty arm
I trust His righteous will
I trust my life to Christ The Lord
I trust in Heaven's Door
I trust in God's Almighty Sword
I'll trust Him evermore…
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I Trust In Jesus
Before this body turns to dust
Before this world I leave
Upon The Lord I’ve placed my trust
Upon The Rock I’ll cleave
I’ve placed my trust in Jesus Christ
God’s Son of flesh and bone
The innocent Lamb sacrificed
I trust His word alone
I trust He chose for man to die
Then rose again to reign
That as God’s Seed He’d multiply
His flock when born-again
I trust His blood can cleanse the soul
I trust His blood can save
His very name can make us whole
And save us from the grave
I trust in Jesus’ loving care
I trust He bore my shame
I trust the love He came to share
Remains today the same
I trust the pardon Jesus bought
Can save this wretch from hell
I trust Salvation’s true report
My Saviour had to tell
Although the devil’s out to harm
Though Satan’s he’s out to kill
I trust my Lord’s almighty arm
I trust His righteous will
I trust my life to Christ The Lord
I trust in Heaven’s Door
I trust in God’s Almighty Sword
I’ll trust Him evermore…
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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I trust JESUS.......
Before this body turns to dust
Before this world I leave
Upon The Lord I’ve placed my trust
Upon The Rock I’ll cleave
I’ve placed my trust in Jesus Christ
God’s Son of flesh and bone
The innocent Lamb sacrificed
I trust His word alone
I trust He chose for man to die
Then rose again to reign
That as God’s Seed He’d multiply
His flock when born-again
I trust His blood can cleanse the soul
I trust His blood can save
His very name can make us whole
And save us from the grave
I trust in Jesus’ loving care
I trust He bore my shame
I trust the love He came to share
Remains today the same
I trust the pardon Jesus bought
Can save this wretch from hell
I trust Salvation’s true report
My Saviour had to tell
Although the devil’s out to harm
Though Satan’s he’s out to kill
I trust my Lord’s almighty arm
I trust His righteous will
I trust my life to Christ The Lord
I trust in Heaven’s Door
I trust in God’s Almighty Sword
I’ll trust Him evermore…
poem by Ritika Abigail Masih
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For All Who Have Heard
The preaching of The Word is directed to all people who have heard,
And everyone will be accountable who have been under God's Word.
If you're like Jeremiah friend, in your heart a fire will be stirred,
And not content as you were, a new life of holiness will be spurred.
In my flesh I am weak, but in The Spirit through Jesus I am strong,
And it is His will I must seek, for it is to Him alone that I belong.
If I am not seeking God's will in my life there is something wrong,
For when I died to Jesus Christ, He placed in my heart a new song.
A sinful life is like a flower, as all shall one day fade and wilt,
But you can have a new life, cleansed of all your sin and guilt.
New life is through Jesus Christ, for you and I His blood was spilt.
And Jesus Christ is the very foundation on which The Church is built.
The very reason we were washed in His Blood sometimes goes ignored,
With His Blood He inscribed on every believer, Holiness to The Lord.
So the next time you think that living holy is too much to be endured,
Remember that on the cross, it was His Blood for you that was poured.
The path is the same, pure and narrow, for all who confess His name,
And on this new path, believers must turn away from sin and shame.
For on the cross Jesus defeated Satan and death's sting He overcame,
He rose again to life eternal, which is the victory we must proclaim.
Humbled And Silenced By Mercy
Once perishing in blood I lay,
Creatures no help could give,
But Jesus passed me in the way,
He saw, and bid me live.
Though Satan still his rule maintained,
And all his arts employed;
That mighty Word his rage restrained,
I could not be destroyed.
At length the time of love arrived
When I my Lord should know,
Then Satan, of his pow'r deprived,
Was forced to let me go.
O can I e'er that day forget
When Jesus kindly spoke!
Poor soul, my blood has paid thy debt,
And now I break thy yoke.
Henceforth I take thee for my own,
And give myself to thee;
Forsake the idols thou hast known,
And yield thyself to me.
Ah, worthless heart! it promised fair,
And said it would be thine;
I little thought it e'er would dare
Again with idols join.
Lord, dost thou such backslidings heal,
And pardon all that's past?
Sure, if I am not made of steel,
Thou hast prevailed at last.
My tongue, which rashly spoke before,
This mercy will restrain;
Surely I now shall boast no more,
Nor censure, nor complain.
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Today... 'Our Passover Lamb
Blood from the lamb was on the lintel spread
and the people waited in fear and dread.
They could all hear the people outside cry
but the Angel of Death just passed them by.
Because a lamb had been slain and had died
and its blood upon the doorpost applied
Death did not visit them that dreadful day
but passed over them and went on its way.
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His life was given and His blood was shed
when He died that awful day in my stead.
The pure unspotted Lamb of God was He.
God saw the blood and then passed over me.
He gave His life to pay sins dreadful price
and offered Himself as a sacrifice.
Crying 'Father forgive' with His last breath
He snatched me from the very jaws of death.
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Worthy is The Lamb That Was Slain
Who was this Lamb that once was slain,
The Saviour that they scourged,
With vicious whips to inflict pain,
Then on the tree was cursed?
Who was this Man once hoisted high
At callous Calvary?
What was God's plan that He should die
For sinners just like me?
For all have sinned and gone astray,
Like lost lambs far and wide.
Except for Him, no sins to pay.
Yet for us crucified.
No easy death, no quick release,
No gently passing on.
No Halleluyahs borne of peace
Before His breath had gone.
No, this was courage at its height,
Enduring to the end.
Through faith from knowledge and insight,
Each second there to spend.
He didn't call an angel down!
He didn't fight God's will.
He was the King who wore His crown,
Each dropp of blood to spill.
To think that some despise Him now
And mock Him to this day,
Who wore His crown upon His brow
And for us chose to stay.
And only when He'd saved my soul
And yours and yours and yours,
Could He relinquish all control,
For God to bless His cause.
That's why God raised Him from the dead!
That's why God blessed His Name!
That's why Christ's Blood is called sacred!
Because He bore our shame.
Not for Himself did Jesus bleed,
Disgraced to suffer loss.
How worthy is this Lamb we need
Who died upon the Cross.
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God Rest You Merry, Gentlemen
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,
For Jesus Christ our Saviour
Was born upon this day,
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
For Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas day.
In Bethlehem in Jury
This blessed babe was born,
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn;
The which his mother Mary
Nothing did take in scorn.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas day.
From God our Heavenly Father
A blessed Angel came,
And unto certain Shepherds
Brought tidings of the same,
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by name.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas day.
Fear not, then said the Angel,
Let nothing you affright,
This day is born a Saviour
Of virtue, power and might;
So frequently to vanquish all
The friends of Satan quite.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas day.
The Shepherds at those tidings
Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their flocks a feeding
In tempest, storm and wind,
And went to Bethlehem straightway,
This blessed babe to find.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas day.
But when to Bethlehem they came,
Whereas this infant lay,
They found him in a manger
Where oxen feed on hay,
His mother Mary kneeling
Unto the Lord did pray.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas day.
Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
All others doth deface.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas day.
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