Hatred of Sin
Holy Lord God! I love Thy truth,
Nor dare Thy least commandment slight;
Yet pierced by sin the serpent's tooth,
I mourn the anguish of the bite.
But though the poison lurks within,
Hope bids me still with patience wait;
Till death shall set me free from sin,
Free from the only thing I hate.
Had I a throne above the rest,
Where angels and archangels dwell,
One sin, unslain, within my breast,
Would make that heaven as dark as hell.
The prisoner sent to breathe fresh air,
And blest with liberty again,
Would mourn were he condemn'd to wear
One link of all his former chain.
But, oh! no foe invades the bliss,
When glory crowns the Christian's head;
One look at Jesus as He is
Will strike all sin forever dead.
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Olney Hymn 56: Hatred Of Sin
Holy Lord God! I love Thy truth,
Nor dare Thy least commandment slight;
Yet pierced by sin the serpent's tooth,
I mourn the anguish of the bite.
But though the poison lurks within,
Hope bids me still with patience wait;
Till death shall set me free from sin,
Free from the only thing I hate.
Had I a throne above the rest,
Where angels and archangels dwell,
One sin, unslain, within my breast,
Would make that heaven as dark as hell.
The prisoner sent to breathe fresh air,
And blest with liberty again,
Would mourn were he condemn'd to wear
One link of all his former chain.
But, oh! no foe invades the bliss,
When glory crowns the Christian's head;
One look at Jesus as He is
Will strike all sin forever dead.
poem by William Cowper
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Psalm 146
Do not put your trust in man
Put your trust in God alone
Sing praises to the Lord your God
Come sing before His holy throne
My hope is in the Lord my God
Maker of heaven and earth
My hope is in the Lord my God
It is only Him that I will serve
He is a Father to the fatherless
He sets the prisoners free
He feeds all those who come to Him
Who come to Him on bended knee
He opens up the yes of men
So they can clearly see
The King and all His wonderous works
The King who set them free
He watches over strangers
And lifts the lowly head
He conquers hell and darkness
He brings life to the dead
The King shall reign forever
And forever He shall be
They'll sing and worship round His throne
Of Him who set them free
poem by Frank McEleny
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Weep For Those Left Behind
Don’t weep for me, but for those, who don’t believe in Him, who rose,
Christ, who rose from a garden tomb, to spare all of us eternal doom.
For they need your prayers instead, for they remain eternally mislead,
A prayer of hope, lifted to Him, to save them from their darkened sin.
Please don’t think I miss this place, I’m up in Heaven by God’s Grace,
It’s His Truth you need to herald, to save others from this sinful world.
Do not mourn as if I am dead, for I’m in Heaven with my Lord instead,
All the others still dead in their sin; they need His Spirit to dwell within.
They have no need to tear for me, for I have started New Life eternally,
Christ has conquered death and fear, and He’s wiped away every tear.
So they need not grieve my fate, the notion of Hell they need to hate,
All those left behind cannot afford, to continue a life without our Lord.
As it’s those who are left behind, who need to have a change of mind,
By changing what they now believe, so Eternal Truth, they can receive.
They truly need a change of heart, before from earth, they also depart,
Then they too can accept Jesus Christ, God’s only way to Eternal Life.
So all of you, who with me rejoice, help all the others with their choice,
Concerning Hell they need to shun, and their need to know God’s Son.
It’s only then, will they truly to know, that all our Savior said is truly so,
Then they shall surely rejoice with us, when in Christ they come to trust.
(Copyright ©06/2008)
Awaiting On You All (Alan Freeman Show 1974)
You don't need no love, man
You don't need no bedpan
You don't need a heartened message to mess with your end
If you open up your heart
If you know what I mean
And you waited here so long
Well, that's a way for you to get me
Live, share in the wings of the Lord and you'll be free
The Lord lights the way and you know that you'll soon see
Share in the wings of the Lord and you'll be free
The Lord lights the way with all the glory to see
You don't need no passport
You don't need no visa
You don't need a daisy chain or anything before you can see Jesus
If you open up your heart
You can 'see' it right there
But if it opens too wide
Then you'll find your own hell
Live, share in the wings of the Lord and you'll be free
The Lord lights the way and you know that you'll soon see
Share in the wings of the Lord and you'll be free
The Lord lights the way with all the glory to see
You don't need no church house
You don't need no temple
You don't need no rosary beads or books if you wanna go there
If you open up your heart
If you know what I mean
Then you'll soon long to find that out that we're all free
Oh we're on bible number fifty one said the general order
And a stronger piece of english is the only thing that's followed by the
quota
The Lord lights the way with all the glory to see
But share in the wings of the Lord and you'll be free
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The Baptism Of Faith
Imagine Heaven, full of grace,
Beyond the Pearly Gates.
Where angels see the Saviour's face
And each one celebrates!
Imagine holy seraphim,
Archangels on the wing
And also joyful cherubim
With wondrous words to sing!
Imagine creatures still unknown
To saints that dwell on Earth,
Who worship God before His throne,
Who truly know His worth!
Imagine prophets puzzling still
As they explore God's realm
And hoping they can learn God's will,
Though that can overwhelm.
Imagine relatives and friends
God's welcomed there with love.
For them, the future never ends...
Eternity's above.
Imagine Heaven day and night,
Yet that won't get you there!
For that, you need God's Holy light
To make you self-aware...
Imagine every sin that's yours
That keeps you from God's side!
Yet Jesus kept His holy laws
When He was crucified!
Imagine Jesus bled for you...
Salvation's gift today...
Blessed is the soul that knows it's true...
Whose sins are washed away...
poem by Denis Martindale
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He Was Truly Gracious To Me
From Heaven above The Lord reached down from His Glorious Throne,
He reached down into my depravity to make me one of His very own.
He then removed the veil of sin from my eyes and helped me to see,
I had now become a new creature in Christ, as He was gracious to me.
He also put behind me my old wicked life filled with sin and shame,
And in His Righteousness I shall stand before Him without any blame.
He took me off the road that was leading me Eternally the wrong way,
And He led me to The Way that will take me to Him Eternally one day.
He took me off shifting unstable ground where my steps were unsure,
And placed me upon The Eternal Rock where my path is forever secure.
He took my empty depraved soul that was unknowingly headed for Hell,
And He sent The Holy Spirit to reside in me until Eternity to dwell.
And He taught me the Eternal Truth of God which I never knew before,
That Jesus' death on Calvary gave me a hope that's absolutely sure.
This new Hope and assurance in Jesus Christ I just could not ignore,
So He gave me a boldness to share this Hope at every available door.
That His death brings life to those who believe through a new birth,
And an abundant life of peace and joy while we remain on the earth.
Indeed The Lord above has truly been gracious and very good to me,
My friend, He'll be gracious to you, simply believe and you'll see.
(Copyright © 12/2002)
Never Mourn At My Funeral
Never mourn at my funeral
Because i'm not dead but sleeping
And relaxing on Abraham's bossom
Never mourn at my funeral
You that come in view to mourning
But within you, you're here to mock
Because my poetry has once expose your secret-deeds
Throw my body where you please
Or let it be dismembered
Never mourn at my funeral
You the insect that bites my daffodils
And you who want my fish to swim on a dry earth
Throw me on a stormy sea
Where Jonah fell
But its a glorious shame
I can never sight the river bank of Joppa
Never mourn at my funeral
You that come in my maker's name
Just to bless my end
Go thy way and search for lust souls
Wear them a garment pure as snow
Before they lie low with me
And journey hell eternal
Never mourn at my funeral
But mourn for we're debtors of death
poem by Adesitimi Taiwo
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Hymn 102
The Beatitudes.
Mt. 5:3-12.
[Blest are the humble souls that see
Their emptiness and poverty;
Treasures of grace to them are giv'n,
And crowns of joy laid up in heav'n.]
[Blest are the men of broken heart,
Who mourn for sin with inward smart
The blood of Christ divinely flows,
A healing balm for all their woes.]
[Blest are the meek, who stand afar
From rage and passion, noise and war;
God will secure their happy state,
And plead their cause against the great.]
[Blest are the souls that thirst for grace,
Hunger and long for righteousness;
They shall be well supplied, and fed
With living streams and living bread.]
[Blest are the men whose bowels move
And melt with sympathy and love;
From Christ the Lord shall they obtain
Like sympathy and love again.]
[Blest are the pure, whose hearts arc clean
From the defiling powers of sin;
With endless pleasure they shall see
A God of spotless purity.]
[Blest are the men of peaceful life,
Who quench the coals of growing strife;
They shall be called the heirs of bliss,
The sons of God, the God of peace.]
[Blest are the suff'rers who partake
Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake;
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord
Glory and joy are their reward.]
poem by Isaac Watts
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Don’t Leave Without Him
Don’t leave without the Lord Jesus, when life on this earth ceases,
You need to know Jesus friend, before your life comes to an end,
Death on this earth brings a new; an eternity, for both me and you,
One with The Lord God forever; or one where you’ll see Him never.
All need to know, He Who came, and life, shall never be the same,
He, Who came to save your soul, from the penalty of Adam’s fall,
He, Who bore God’s righteous wrath, to put us on a different path,
A path which leads to Eternal Life, through The Lord, Jesus Christ.
God’s Eternal Truth, all should heed, for Jesus Christ, all will need,
Hearing this Truth, some may scoff; while others, simply put it off,
Saying I don’t need Christ now, but, maybe another day somehow,
However, if you wait too long, you will be singing a different song.
Everyone will experience eternity; difference is which side you see.
Some shall enter Heavenly Bliss, a place that many souls will miss,
For others will see a darker side, because God’s Truth they denied.
Heaven or Hell, all shall choose, one choice you win, one you lose,
The fact Jesus Christ already won, a place in Heaven for everyone,
Who, embraces as Savior, Christ, while on earth, you still have life,
For believers Christ gained victory, over Hell and death on Calvary,
Today if Christ you truly embrace, Heaven shall be your final place.
(Copyright ©04/2011)
When I'm Killed
When I’m killed, don’t think of me
Buried there in Cambrin Wood,
Nor as in Zion think of me
With the Intolerable Good.
And there’s one thing that I know well,
I’m damned if I’ll be damned to Hell!
So when I’m killed, don’t wait for me,
Walking the dim corridor;
In Heaven or Hell, don’t wait for me,
Or you must wait for evermore.
You’ll find me buried, living-dead
In these verses that you’ve read.
So when I’m killed, don’t mourn for me,
Shot, poor lad, so bold and young,
Killed and gone — don’t mourn for me.
On your lips my life is hung:
O friends and lovers, you can save
Your playfellow from the grave.
poem by Robert Graves
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Holy Is The Lord
Holy is your name, in all the earth I worship you
Holy is your name, in all the earth I come to you
Holy is your name, in all the earth I sing to you
Holy, Holy, Holy is your name
Holy are you Lord, I come before your throne and bow
Holy are you Lord, I come into your presence now
Holy are you Lord I listen to the angels sing
Holy, Holy, Holy are you Lord
Holy are you Lord, my heart it leaps within my chest
Holy are you Lord, Its in your arms I find my rest
Holy are you Lord, the saints around the world they sing
Holy, Holy, Holy are you Lord
Now listen to the saints, they sing Holy are you Lord
Now listen to them cry to you, Holy are you Lord
There is a cry around the world, they lift their voice and sing
Holy, Holy, Holy are you Lord
I come before your throne to sing, Holy is your name
I come before your throne to sing, I'll never be the same
Pour our out your fire of love on me, this is what I sing
Holy, Holy, to the risen King
poem by Frank McEleny
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Bible in Poetry: Revelation 4
1And then, I looked and saw a door
Before me, open in heaven.
The voice I had first heard, then spoke,
A trumpet-like to me and said,
'You come up here, and I’ll show you
What ought to take place after this.'
2At once, I was in Spirit’s way,
And there before me lay a throne,
In heaven, on which someone sat.
3 The one who sat upon it looked
Akin to jasper, carnelian.
An emerald-like rainbow lay,
Encircling throne in gorgeous way.
4Around the throne were twenty-four
More thrones, and elders sat on them.
They’re clad in dress of purest white,
And wore gold crowns upon their heads.
5 And from the throne arose flashes
Of lightning and peals of thunder.
Before the throne, blazed seven lamps,
And these were God’s seven Spirits.
6 Before the throne, there was a sea
Of glass that appeared crystal-clear.
Around the throne, in the center,
There were four living creatures, who
Had eyes both in front and in back.
7The first creature was lion-like,
The second one was like an ox,
The third one had a face like man,
The fourth looked flying eagle-like.
8Each of the creatures had six wings,
Covered with many eyes around,
And present ev’n under its wings.
All day and night, they said non-stop:
'Holy, holy, holy Lord, God,
The Almighty, who was, and is,
And is to come.'
9And whenever the creatures gave
Glory, honor and thanks to Him,
Who sits upon the mighty throne,
And who lives for ever and ever,
10 The elders fell down before Him,
Who sat upon the heav’nly throne,
And worshipped Him who lives forev’r.
They lay their crowns before the throne and say:
11'You are worthy, our Lord and God,
to receive glory, honor, pow’r,
For You created all the things,
And by Your will, were they created,
And have their being forever.'
poem by John Celes
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Choosing A Christian Wife
Why are you surprised
that we are not together?
Did I not tell you
that when I married
I wanted to marry
a Christian woman?
Did I not tell you
that I wanted to marry
one who loved Jesus
Christ as much as I?
Did I not tell you
that I wanted to marry
one who loved my Lord
my God as much as I?
Did I not tell you
that I love my Lord
my God more than I
love this world this life?
You secretly told me
that you would become
a real Christian woman
after we were married!
But you love honour
Satan you love your
sin your lies you say
greed sin evil is good!
My hope for eternity
is my heavenly hope
in heaven with Jesus
with God my Creator!
I cannot spend eternity
in eternal torment with
demons fallen angels with
you bound in eternal hell.
Why would I forsake
even the smallest most humble shack
in heaven for a mansion
in eternal hell without hope of redemption?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Psalm 134
With my hands raised to heaven
I will worship my King
With my hands raised to heaven
With the angels I'll sing
O Jesus in heaven we lift up your name
Your the King of glory, my eternal flame
Forever and ever are hearts are on fire
Though the floods may come we'll only go higher
With the wings of a dove and a heart full of love
We'll go higher and higher as we soar up above
To the throne-room of glory, to the one that is holy
And there forever and ever we'll be
And we will worship forever before the altar
And that; s where forever we'll be
All of God's children assembled together
To never depart from Go's sanctuary
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The Glory Now Descending
I have seen the heavens descending
And the beauty of Christ arise
For there is no comprehending
As His glory fills the skies
Are the eyes of your heart full of wonder?
Has perfect love cast out all fear?
Can you hear the heavenly thunder?
As our Lord and God draws near
Lift up your eyes and see the King
As the angels blow their horn
Let every man and woman sing
For the day that He was born
For on that day when He came to earth
The angels did rejoice
And all who bowed now gladly serve
And make a joyful noise
For if glory filled the earth and sky
On the day that He was born
And all hell shook when He was crucified
And the veil was surely torn
Then what glory now descending
As He comes back for His own?
And every heart depending
For the trumpet it has blown
Close your eyes and open your heart
And the King of glory will come in
It was His plan right from the start
To conquer hell and death and sin
O the glory of the risen King
Who is coming for His own
And every child of God will sing
Around God's holy throne
Come Lord Jesus take your place
Rule and reign forevermore
We'll eternally gaze into your face
As we all worship and adore
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Come Lord Jesus, Take Me Home
Originally written as a song, tune: Joan Baez, All my trials Lord, soon be over
This earthly life has got me down
When I get home, I’ll wear a crown
Come, Lord Jesus, take me home
God has promised me in his word
Eternal life through my risen Lord
Come, Lord Jesus, take me home
I’ve not yet seen it, but I’ve been told
Heaven’s streets are paved with gold
Come, Lord Jesus, take me home
Holy Spirit leads I know he’s right
He comforts me both day and night
Come, Lord Jesus, take me home
When life on earth has come and gone
I’ll live in heaven before his throne
Come, Lord Jesus, take me home
Come, Lord Jesus, take me home
©: C R Clark - May 6,1982
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Jesus Christ, Our Hope, Strength and Refuge!
For sins of human beings all,
Lord Jesus laid His life on cross;
Although a sin-free soul Himself,
He suffered, died to redeem man.
He shed His every dropp of blood,
Emancipating human race
From punishment by hell for sins –
Such heinous crimes upon the earth!
The cross is part of Christian’s life,
And persecutions will happen,
As Christ predicted all these things,
For those who walked in His foot-steps!
His Holy Spirit guides Christians,
Who live a righteous life for Christ,
The only Son of Almighty –
A heart of immense love for man!
But Christ resurrected from death!
He won clear victory o’er satan;
All Christians good will do the same;
This faith is something strangely true.
Let humiliations come in life!
Let trials, tribulations come!
Let strife threaten our faith and hope!
Christ stays with us till end of time!
A Christian takes his cross and walks
Behind the Savior, Jesus Christ –
The Light and Truth and only Way
To reach Heaven, abode of God!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-31-2009
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Psalm 110
Christ's kingdom and priesthood.
Jesus, our Lord, ascend thy throne,
And near the Father sit;
In Zion shall thy power be known,
And make thy foes submit.
What wonders shall thy gospel do!
Thy converts shall surpass
The num'rous drops of morning dew,
And own thy sovereign grace.
God hath pronounced a firm decree,
Nor changes what he swore:
"Eternal shall thy priesthood be,
When Aaron is no more.
"Melchizedek, that wondrous priest,
That king of high degree,
That holy man who Abraham blessed,
Was but a type of thee."
Jesus our Priest for ever lives
To plead for us above;
Jesus our King for ever gives
The blessings of his love.
God shall exalt his glorious head,
And his high throne maintain;
Shall strike the powers and princes dead
Who dare oppose his reign.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Forgiveness Of Sins
In truth, the hardest thing I've done,
Was turning from revenge
Against the evil of someone
Whose life was like a stench...
For he was rotten to the core,
Determined to be bad
And I despised him all the more
With all the hate I had...
Just like a cancer in my heart,
Hate festered deep inside,
But that was simply for a start,
For love within me died...
And faith and hope and charity
Lay shrivelled in the dust,
Till God took me to Calvary
With my own sins discussed...
Without excuses, I stood still
And stared at Jesus Christ,
For He obeyed His Father's will
When He was sacrificed...
And God told me Christ shed His Blood,
Forgiveness to provide,
Behold the Man, the Lamb of God,
The King they crucified...
Now on my knees, with words unsaid,
Just tears the only proof,
I simply wished that I were dead
And that's the solemn truth...
For all like sheep have gone astray,
Not one is guilty free,
I'd no escape from Judgment Day,
Except Christ died for me...
While God forgives, I found it hard,
Condemned, with furrowed brow,
For when could I this hate discard
And thus God's grace allow?
Somehow hate died, my soul reborn,
The day I understood,
Forgiveness shared with one forlorn,
Who judged yet wasn't good...
Faith blossoms when the soul is healed,
Faith grows when God forgives,
Faith overflows with Christ revealed,
In knowing Jesus lives...
That's how the Christian Church began,
With sinners' sins confessed,
To turn from hate, to love God's plan,
All Holy Spirit blessed...
-
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
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Revelation TV on UK Sky Digital 581
as well as the WATCH NOW link on
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We Hail Thee Now, O Jesus
We hail thee now, O Jesus,
thy presence here we own,
though sight and touch have failed us,
and faith perceives alone;
thy love has veiled thy glory;
and hid thy power divine,
in mercy to our weakness,
beneath an earthly sign.
We hail thee now, O Jesus,
in silence hast thou come,
for all the hosts of heaven
with wonderment are dumb:
so great the condescension,
so marvelous the love,
which for our sakes, O Savior,
have drawn thee from above.
We hail thee now, O Jesus,
for law and type have ceased,
and thou in each Communion
art Sacrifice and Priest;
we make this great memorial
in union, Lord, with thee,
and plead thy death and passion
to cleanse and set us free.
We hail thee now, O Jesus,
for death is drawing near,
and in thy presence only
its terrors disappear;
dwell with us, sweetest Savior,
and guide us through the night,
till shadows end in glory,
and faith be lost in sight.
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