Monday, May 17, 2010
Grace Gems
Wow Sorry I really failed at this blog..
I get these little sermons sent to me via email every day called Grace Gems. They have been a real blessing to me lately. I read one today that i thought was really good so I thought I would share it with you all. The Grace Gem reminded me of a song some of sung for church awhile back.
Here's the Song: Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted
Stricken, smitten, and afflicted, See him dying on the tree! This is Christ, by man rejected; Here, my soul, your Savior see. He’s the long expected prophet, David’s son, yet David’s Lord. Proofs I see sufficient of it: He’s the true and faithful Word.
Tell me, all who hear him groaning, Was there ever grief like this? Friends through fear his cause disowning, Foes insulting his distress; Many hands were raised to wound him, None would intervene to save; But the deepest stroke that pierced him Was the stroke that justice gave.
You who think of sin but lightly Nor suppose the evil great Here may view its nature rightly, Here its guilt may estimate. Mark the sacrifice appointed; See who bears the awful load; It’s the Word, the Lord’s Anointed, Son of Man and son of God.
Here we have a firm foundation; Here the refuge of the lost; Christ, the rock of our salvation, His the name of which we boast. Lamb of God, for sinners wounded, Sacrifice to cancel guilt!None shall ever be confounded Who on him their hope have built.
When ever I see or hear or fall into sin myself its always the third verse of this song that comes to my mind. So often in my life I find that I take sin so lightly and grown accustomed to it and its affects. I really hate it! My prayers lately is that I would see sin and hate sin as God does.
Here's the Grace Gem:
"Christ died for the ungodly!" Romans 5:6
In the cross of Christ--God's hatred to sin is manifested in the most striking light! The evil of sin is exposed in the most dreadful colors! Now it appears, that such is the divine hatred against all sin, that God can by no means forgive sin, without punishment; and that all the infinite benevolence of His nature towards His creatures cannot prevail upon Him to pardon the least sin--without an adequate satisfaction.
Nay, now it appears that when so malignant and abominable a thing is but imputed to His dear Son, His co-equal, His darling, His favorite--that even He could not escape unpunished--but was made a monument of vindictive justice, to all worlds!
What can more strongly expose the evil of sin--than the cross of Christ? Sin is such an intolerably malignant and abominable thing, that even a God of infinite mercy and grace--cannot let the least instance of it pass unpunished!
It was not a small thing that could arm God's justice against the Son of His love. Though He was perfectly innocent in Himself--yet when He was made sin for us--God spared not His own Son--but delivered Him up unto death--the shameful, tormenting, and accursed death of the cross!
Go, you fools, who make a mock at sin! Go and learn its malignity and demerit--at the cross of Jesus!
WHO is it that hangs there writhing in the agonies of death--His hands and feet pierced with nails, His side with a spear, His face bruised with blows, and drenched with tears and blood, His heart melting like wax, His whole frame racked and disjointed; forsaken by His friends, and even by His Father; tempted by devils, and insulted by men? Who is this amazing spectacle of woe and torture? It is Jesus, the eternal Word of God; His Elect, in whom His soul delights; His beloved Son, in whom He is well pleased!
And WHAT has He done? He did no wickedness; He knew no sin--but was holy, harmless, undefiled, and separate from sinners. And WHY then, all these dreadful sufferings from heaven, earth, and hell? Why, He only stood in the law-place of sinners; He only received their sin by imputation. And you see what it has brought upon Him! You see how low it has reduced Him! What a horrid evil must that be--which has such tremendous consequences, even upon the Darling of heaven!
Oh! what still more dreadful havoc would SIN have made, if it had been punished upon the sinner himself in his own person! Surely all the various miseries which have been inflicted upon our guilty world in all ages, and even all the punishments of hell--do not so loudly proclaim the terrible desert and malignity of sin--as the cross of Christ!
The infinite malignity of sin, and God's hatred to it, appear nowhere in so striking and dreadful a light--as in the cross of Christ! Let a reasonable creature take but one serious view of that cross, and surely he must ever after tremble at the thought of the least sin!
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Tuesday, April 6, 2010
It Is Not Death to Die
I heard this song last week on Wretched Radio. I thought it was a great song so I found the music online and some of us sang it for church Sunday. So I just wanted to share it with you.
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Monday, February 8, 2010
O Sacred Head Now Wounded
As many were astonied at thee;
his visage was so marred more than any man,
and his form more than the sons of men.
Isaiah 52:14
I really meant to have posted more stuff by now but life got really busy and I just haven't had time. So I'm sorry. Anyhow I hope you get something out of this... I've been listening to this cd lately it's called Exalted Worship. It has Scott Krippayne singing and Kirck Cameron praying in between songs. It's been really encouraging for me so you might want to try it out.. I plug in the earphones and listen to it at work when my coworkers turn on there trash or start talking about perverted stuff. It really helps me keep my mind on the things of God.
Here is a prayer and the song O Sacred Head Now Wounded that was on the cd. I looked the words up online and found that there are more verses then that which were sung in the song. They are all good so I put them all on here.
Let me hear your voice assuring me that by your stripes I am healed. That you were bruised for my iniquities and you have been made sin for me that I might be righteous in you. That my grievous sins, my manifold sins are all forgiven buried in the ocean of your blood.I am guilty but pardoned, I am lost but saved, I'm wandering but found, sinning but cleansed. Give me perpetual brokenheartedness and keep me Oh God always clinging to the cross.
O Sacred Head Now Wounded
O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;
O sacred Head, what glory, what bliss till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine.
What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners’ gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior! ’Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance,
Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee and flee before Thy glance.
How art thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn!
How doth Thy visage languish that once was bright as morn!
Now from Thy cheeks has vanished their color once so fair;
From Thy red lips is banished the splendor that was there.
Grim death, with cruel rigor, hath robbed Thee of Thy life;
Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor, Thy strength in this sad strife.
My burden in Thy Passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me,
For it was my transgression which brought this woe on Thee.
I cast me down before Thee, wrath were my rightful lot;
Have mercy, I implore Thee; Redeemer, spurn me not!
What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.
My Shepherd, now receive me; my Guardian, own me Thine.
Great blessings Thou didst give me, O source of gifts divine.
Thy lips have often fed me with words of truth and love;
Thy Spirit oft hath led me to heavenly joys above.
Here I will stand beside Thee, from Thee I will not part;
O Savior, do not chide me! When breaks Thy loving heart,
When soul and body languish in death’s cold, cruel grasp,
Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp.
The joy can never be spoken, above all joys beside,
When in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide.
O Lord of Life, desiring Thy glory now to see,
Beside Thy cross expiring, I’d breathe my soul to Thee.
My Savior, be Thou near me when death is at my door;
Then let Thy presence cheer me, forsake me nevermore!
When soul and body languish, oh, leave me not alone,
But take away mine anguish by virtue of Thine own!
Be Thou my consolation, my shield when I must die;
Remind me of Thy passion when my last hour draws nigh.
Mine eyes shall then behold Thee, upon Thy cross shall dwell,
My heart by faith enfolds Thee. Who dieth thus dies well.
Isaiah 53
1Who hath believed our report? and to whom is the arm of the LORD revealed?
2For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.
3He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
4Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
5But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
6All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.
7He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth.
8He was taken from prison and from judgment: and who shall declare his generation? for he was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgression of my people was he stricken.
9And he made his grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death; because he had done no violence, neither was any deceit in his mouth.
10Yet it pleased the LORD to bruise him; he hath put him to grief: when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the LORD shall prosper in his hand.
11He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied: by his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many; for he shall bear their iniquities.
12Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; because he hath poured out his soul unto death: and he was numbered with the transgressors; and he bare the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.
Here is the song from above. I couldn't find Scott Krippaynes version so this one will just have to do..
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Thursday, January 28, 2010
You have longed for sweet peace,And for faith to increase,And have earnestly, fervently prayed;But you cannot have rest,Or be perfectly blest,Until all on the altar is laid.
Would you walk with the Lord,In the light of His word,And have peace and contentment alway?You must do His sweet will,To be free from all ill,On the altar your all you must lay.
Oh, we never can know What the Lord will bestow Of the blessings for which we have prayed,Till our body and soul He doth fully control,And our all on the altar is laid.
Who can tell all the love He will send from above,And how happy our hearts will be made;Of the fellowship sweet We shall share at His feet,When our all on the altar is laid.
Chorus: Is your all on the altar of sacrifice laid?Your heart does the Spirit control?You can only be blest,And have peace and sweet rest,As you yield Him your body and soul.
We sung this song last night at church. It has a very convicting message. So i thought I would share it with you. I love the chorus.
Friel played this the other day on Wretched Radio and I thought it was really good.
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Monday, January 25, 2010
The Other Side
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