Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 65
When God draws the sword of wrath, prophets and saints draw in their heads, but if he casts a look of grace, he converts wicked into virtuous men.
If at the resurrection he addresses us in anger
What chance of pardon will even prophets have?
Say: ‘Remove the veil from the face of mercy
Because sinners entertain hopes of pardon.’
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Pardon Me
Pardon me while i burst
Pardon me while i burst
A decade ago, i never thought i would be.
A twenty three on the verge of spontaneous combustion woe is me
But i guess that it comes with the territory.
An ominous landscape of never-ending calamity.
I need you to hear. i need you to see.
That i have had all i can take
And exploding seems like a definite possibility
To me
So pardon me while i burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world, and its people's mindless games
So pardon me while i burn, and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me. i'll never be the same.
Not, two days ago i was having a look in a book
And i saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees
I said i can relate
Cause lately i've been thinking of combustication as a welcomed vacation from.
The burdens of the planet earth, like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-d...
And thinking so much differently.
Pardon me while i burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world, and it's people's mindless games
Pardon me while i burn, and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me. i'll never be the same.
Never be the same...yeah.
Pardon me while i burst into flames.
Pardon me, pardon me, pardon me.
So pardon me while i burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world, and it's people's mindless games
So pardon me while i burn, and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me. i'll never be the same.
Pardon me, never be the same. yeah
song performed by by Incubus
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Thy Faithfulness, Lord
Thy faithfulness, Lord, Each moment we find,
So true to thy word, So loving and kind!
Thy mercy so tender To all the lost race,
The vilest offender May turn and find grace.
The mercy I feel To others I show,
I set to my seal That Jesus is true:
Ye all may find favour Who come at his call,
O come to my Saviour, His grace is for all!
To save what was lost, from heaven he came;
Come, sinners, and trust In Jesus's name.
He offers you pardon; He bids you be free;
'If sin be your burden, O come unto me!'
O let me commend My Saviour to you,
The publican's friend And Advocate too,
For you he is pleading His merits and death,
With God interceding for sinners beneath.
Then let us submit His grace to receive,
Fall down at his feet And gladly believe:
We all are forgiven For Jesus's sake:
Our title to heaven His merits we take.
poem by Charles Wesley
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Hymn V: Thy Faithfulness, Lord
Thy faithfulness, Lord, Each moment we find,
So true to thy word, So loving and kind!
Thy mercy so tender To all the lost race,
The vilest offender May turn and find grace.
The mercy I feel To others I show,
I set to my seal That Jesus is true:
Ye all may find favour Who come at his call,
O come to my Saviour, His grace is for all!
To save what was lost, from heaven he came;
Come, sinners, and trust In Jesus's name.
He offers you pardon; He bids you be free;
"If sin be your burden, O come unto me!"
O let me commend My Saviour to you,
The publican's friend And Advocate too,
For you he is pleading His merits and death,
With God interceding for sinners beneath.
Then let us submit His grace to receive,
Fall down at his feet And gladly believe:
We all are forgiven For Jesus's sake:
Our title to heaven His merits we take.
poem by John Wesley
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Opening Ceremony
by Michael Murphey
She's always appearing with a band of renown,
You want to go and see her when you're feeling down,
She's a breathtaking spectacle with guaranteed hope,
She'll make you feel good 'cause she's the best thing since soap,
She'll greet you in the alley with a fortified smile,
She's the original sideshow and she's got her own style.
Pardon my baby, she got to have her fun,
Yes, I say, pardon my baby, she got to have her fun,
'Cause she's the Oklahoma backroom dancer, watch her run.
Now, she dances on air just like Superman's child,
Like a field of sheep grazing, she's wild but she's mild,
She's more fun than Colorado and more farout than Maine,
She comes on like thunder and she's more right than rain,
She's the mother of earth and the goddess of thirst,
She's the chicken and the egg and whichever came first.
Pardon my baby, she got to have a chance,
Oh, I say, pardon my baby, she got to have a chance,
'Cause she's the Oklahoma backroom dancer, watch her dance.
Whoo...
SOLO
Oh, my, somebody get the piano player a drink of water...
Yeah, I say pardon my baby, she got to have her fun,
Yeah, I say pardon my baby, she got to have her fun,
Yes, she's the Oklahoma backroom dancer, watch her run,
Whoo, my-my.
song performed by by Monkees
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Pardon Me
I tried my best
I gave my all
Sometimes my best wasn't good enough
For you
Sometimes I let you go
Sometimes I hurt you so
I know that I can be the meanest person in the world
[Chorus:]
So I apologize to you
And to anyone else that I hurt too
I may not be the perfect soul
But I can't learn self control
So pardon me! pardon me! pardon me my friend!
I never thought
That anyone
Was more important than the plans
I made
But now I feel the shame
There's no one else to blame
For all the broken hearts scattered on the field of war
[Chorus:]
So I apologize to you
And to anyone else that I hurt too
I may not be the perfect soul
But I can't learn self control
So pardon me! pardon me! pardon me my friend!
[guitar solo]
Sometimes I let you go
Sometimes I hurt you sooo!
I know that I can be the meanest person in the world..
[Chorus:]
So I apologize to you,
And to anyone else that I hurt too,
I may not be a perfect soul
But I can't learn self control
And in my heart I feel its true
So I'll be there with you!!!
So pardon me
Pardon me
Pardon me my friend
Pardon meeeee
My friendddd
Pardon meee
My frienddd...
song performed by by Weezer
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The pardon
You must pardon, to honour your kingdom.
You must get pardon, to dropp your burden.
No life has been past without such a need
To pardon as well as to get pardoned.
25.07.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When Rising from The Bed of Death
When rising from the bed of death,
O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face,
O how shall I appear?
If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought;
When Thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed
In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,
O how shall I appear?
But Thou hast told the troubled mind
Who does her sins lament,
The timely tribute of her tears
Shall endless woe prevent.
Then see the sorrow of my heart,
Ere yet it be too late;
And hear my Savior’s dying groans,
To give those sorrows weight.
For never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to procure,
Who knows Thine only Son has died
To make her pardon sure.
poem by Joseph Addison
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Oklahoma Backroom Dancer
By michael nesmith
Shes always appearing with a band of renown
You want to go and see her when youre feeling down
Shes a breathtaking spectacle, with guaranteed hope
Shell make you feel good, cause shes the best thing since soap
Shell greet you in the alley with a .45 smile [or fortified smile]
Shes the original sideshow and shes got her own style.
Pardon my baby, she got to have her fun
Yes, I say, pardon my baby, she got to have her fun
cause shes a oklahoma backroom dancer, watch her run.
Now, she dances on air just like supermans child
Like a [? ? ? ] shes wild but shes mild
Shes more fun than colorado, and more far-out than maine
She comes on like thunder and shes more right than rain
Shes the mother of earth, and the goddess of [? ? ? ]
Shes the chicken and the egg and whichever came first.
Pardon my baby, she got to have her chance
Oh, I say pardon my baby, she got to have her chance.
cause shes a oklahoma backroom dancer, watch her dance.
Yeah, I say pardon my baby, she got to have her fun
Yeah, I say pardon my baby, she got to have her fun
Yes, shes a oklahoma backroom dancer, watch her run.
Woooo! my, my!
song performed by by Monkees
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Don’t incist on pardon
.
If someone hurts you and intends to mend,
Accept him with grace, his pardon unasked,
For his initiative to come to you
Itself is equal to the pardon asked.
28.02.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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More Than a Prophet
All things pointed to the cross, not to destroy but save the lost,
All the saints that came before, were saved by faith in The Lord,
All men after will have to come, to Jesus Christ God’s only Son,
Who came to die at Calvary, to gain eternal life for you and me.
The only One to rise from the dead, just like the Bible had said.
Religion does not have a place, in God’s present Age of Grace,
Grace provided for everyone, through God’s only begotten Son.
To get into heaven from earth, you must experience a new birth,
New birth by the Spirit of Christ, the only Spirit offering new life,
Life Eternal with God above, all from the Son and Calvary’s love.
No one since, was sent by God, to be a prophet upon this sod,
Gone soon will be all the shame, of men who dishonor the name,
By exalting their name over Him, the only Savior who died for sin,
As He brings peace to the world, which all others can only herald.
Of all the prophets, of the past, sent by God, Christ was the last.
King of kings and Lord of lords; not for a time, but forevermore.
And only He’s coming back again, as Lord and Savior of all men.
Spoken of by prophets of old; who had came, like God foretold,
Coming back according to God; the Only King, with an Iron Rod.
And then there’ll be no doubt, as all false prophets, are cast out.
(Copyright ©08/2007)
Hymn 38 part 1
The atonement of Christ.
Rom. 3:25.
How is our nature spoiled by sin!
Yet nature ne'er hath found
The way to make the conscience clean,
Or heal the painful wound.
In vain we seek for peace with God
By methods of our own:
Jesus, there's nothing but thy blood
Can bring us near the throne.
The threat'nings of thy broken law
Impress our souls with dread;
If God his sword of vengeance draw,
It strikes our spirits dead.
But thine illustrious sacrifice
Hath answered these demands:
And peace and pardon from the skies
Came down by Jesus' hands.
Here all the ancient types agree,
The altar and the lamb;
And prophets in their visions see
Salvation through his name.
'Tis by thy death we live, O Lord,
'Tis on thy cross we rest;
For ever be thy love adored,
Thy name for ever blessed.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Only By Grace
The Grace of God we don’t deserve, made us alive in Christ to serve,
To serve The Living Eternal God, while upon this fleeting earthly sod,
Lost in sin we were spiritually dead, but, by Grace we’re alive instead,
Spiritually alive, to serve our Lord; Jesus Christ, who we had ignored.
Because of Mercy, we don’t receive, all we deserve, through unbelief,
From our unbelieving life of sin; a Righteous Wrath, rendered by Him,
God’s Wrath incited by Righteousness, against all man’s wickedness,
But, through belief, lead by faith, we received God’s awesome Grace.
It is only by Grace, that we are saved; fallen sinners, totally depraved,
Not able to accomplish on our own, what Jesus had finished all alone,
Paying for sinners the required price, becoming for all God’s sacrifice,
As Christ appeased all God’s Wrath; providing for us salvation’s path.
So rich in Mercy, The Lord God is, that sinners once lost, now are His,
Children of God, with Eternal Life, seated in Heaven with Jesus Christ,
We are now Christ’s new creation, disciples proclaiming His Salvation,
Saved by Grace, filled with His Love, pointing to His Kingdom above.
Salvation today’s available to all, to redeem sinners from Adam’s fall,
Available to any, who will come, regardless of where they are or from;
Multitudes once lost and deceived, have come to Christ and received,
Salvation from the Father’s Hand; so won’t you today in Christ stand?
(Copyright ©07/2009)
Psalm 119 part 1
The blessedness of saints, and misery of sinners.
ver. 1-3
Blest are the undefiled in heart,
Whose ways are right and clean;
Who never from thy law depart,
But fly from every sin.
Blest are the men that keep thy word,
And practise thy commands;
With their whole heart they seek the Lord,
And serve thee with their hands.
ver. 165
Great is their peace who love thy law;
How firm their souls abide!
Nor can a bold temptation draw
Their steady feet aside.
ver. 6
Then shall my heart have inward joy,
And keep my face from shame,
When all thy statutes I obey,
And honor all thy name.
ver. 21,118
But haughty sinners God will hate,
The proud shall die accursed;
The sons of falsehood and deceit
Are trodden to the dust.
ver. 119,155
Vile as the dross the wicked are;
And those that leave thy ways
Shall see salvation from afar,
But never taste thy grace.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Abuse of the Gospel
Too many, Lord, abuse Thy grace
In this licentious day,
And while they boast they see Thy face,
They turn their own away.
Thy book displays a gracious light
That can the blind restore;
But these are dazzled by the sight,
And blinded still the more.
The pardon such presume upon,
They do not beg but steal;
And when they plead it at Thy throne,
Oh! where's the Spirit's seal?
Was it for this, ye lawless tribe,
The dear Redeemer bled?
Is this the grace the saints imbibe
From Christ the living head?
Ah, Lord, we know Thy chosen few
Are fed with heavenly fare;
But these, -- the wretched husks they chew,
Proclaim them what they are.
The liberty our hearts implore
Is not to live in sin;
But still to wait at Wisdom's door,
Till Mercy calls us in.
poem by William Cowper
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Olney Hymn 60: Abuse Of The Gospel
Too many, Lord, abuse Thy grace
In this licentious day,
And while they boast they see Thy face,
They turn their own away.
Thy book displays a gracious light
That can the blind restore;
But these are dazzled by the sight,
And blinded still the more.
The pardon such presume upon,
They do not beg but steal;
And when they plead it at Thy throne,
Oh! where's the Spirit's seal?
Was it for this, ye lawless tribe,
The dear Redeemer bled?
Is this the grace the saints imbibe
From Christ the living head?
Ah, Lord, we know Thy chosen few
Are fed with heavenly fare;
But these, - the wretched husks they chew,
Proclaim them what they are.
The liberty our hearts implore
Is not to live in sin;
But still to wait at Wisdom's door,
Till Mercy calls us in.
poem by William Cowper
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A little kindness
The door to success
Oh how difficult you are to pull,
sweat all over the face.
he pushes and pull
A little mercy
would reduce the pains
all strength is gone.
Kindness where art thou?
Just pardon our hearts,
beating faster than our breath;
as All hope is gone. we seek for Grace.
Grace where are you?
The narrow path to success,
oh! love don't pass me by.
Let thy mercy endure.
change the pains to joy.
And our sorrows to Success,
These we plead.
poem by Jackson Nyoho
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Boys
I'm as lonely as boys
I'm as lonely as boys
I'm as lonely as monkeys taught to destroy
Anything they learn to enjoy
So pardon me angel
So pardon me angel
Pardon me my love for you is a stranger
That you met some place but ignored
So break and go home
Break and go home
Why don't you leave me, leave me alone?
I'm as lonely as boys
Who are lonely for girls
Who are lonely as monkeys taught to enjoy
Everything they learn to destroy
So pardon me angel
So pardon me angel
Pardon me my love for you is in danger
In danger of becoming a bore
So break and go home
Break and go home
Why don't you leave me, leave me alone?
And break and go home
Break and go home
And break and go home
Break and go home
And go home
Im the loneliest boy
With the loneliest plan
But Im ready and I want to understand
That aint a woman, thats a girl
So pardon me angel
So pardon my anger
Pardon me my faith in girls is in danger
She leaves you addicted, wantin' more
So break and go home
Break and go home
Why don't you leave me, leave me alone?
And break and go home
Break and go home
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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One More
Wicked prophets kill... speaking his name
In the glory of an innocent age
A king is born to a house filled with rage
One mans fear is another mans truth, one fear
The blind suffer at the hands of sin
Lines are drawn where the boundaries begin
Ten thousand broken, by the madness within
Broken
One more, cry in the night... one more
One more, war left to fight ...one more
One life, cut down by fire
Once childs, angry desire... one more
Hearts of stone, pride without shame
Wicked prophets, kill while speaking his name
As the heavens, fall from the sky
Fallin
Brother to brother, blood on their hands
Desolation in the kingdom of man
Holy vengeance is the justice of hell
Mercy, mercy
One more, cry in the night... one more
One more, war left to fight ...one more
One life, cut down by fire
Once childs, angry desire... one more
Wings of fire... drums of thunder
No more, no more
One more, cry in the night... one more
One more was, was left to fight... one more
One life, cut down by fire
One childs angry desire... one more
One more, one
song performed by by Journey
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Saints An Sinners
(coverdale/lord/moody/marsden/murray/paice)
Get ready for judgement day
An the final curtain call,
Dont lie when you testify
cos the good lord know youre all
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
When moses stood on the red sea shore
Laying the law on the line,
He said dont come knocking
On the pearly gates
If all you did was have a real good time
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
For what we are about to receive
May the lord make us truly thankful.
Saints an sinners
I stand guilty of a thousand crimes,
An I suffer temptation still,
Show me a man who wont give it to his woman
An Ill show you somebody who will
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
For what we are about to receive
May the lord make us truly thankful
Saints an sinners,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Get ready for judgement day
An the final curtain call,
Dont lie when you testify
cos the good lord know youre all
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
For what we are about to receive
May the lord make us truly thankful
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
Saints an sinners...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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To the Temple I Repair
To Thy temple I repair;
Lord, I love to worship there
When within the veil I meet
Christ before the mercy seat.
I through Him am reconciled,
I through Him become Thy child.
Abba, Father, give me grace
In Thy courts to seek Thy face.
While Thy glorious praise is sung,
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue,
That my joyful soul may bless
Christ the Lord, my Righteousness.
While the prayers of saints ascend,
God of Love, to mine attend.
Hear me, for Thy Spirit pleads;
Hear, for Jesus intercedes.
While I hearken to Thy law,
Fill my soul with humble awe
Till Thy Gospel bring to me
Life and immortality.
While Thy ministers proclaim
Peace and pardon in Thy Name,
Through their voice, by faith, may I
Hear Thee speaking from the sky.
From Thy house when I return,
May my heart within me burn,
And at evening let me say,
“I have walked with God today."
poem by James Montgomery
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