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Resurrection

2013-12-10 07.06.53O God of my exodus,

Great was the joy of Israel’s son,

when Egypt died upon the shore,

Far greater the joy

when the Redeemer’s foe lay crushed

in the dust.

Jesus strides forth as the victor,

conqueror of death, hell, and all opposing

might;

He bursts the bands of death,

tramples the powers of darkness down,

and lives forever.

He, my gracious surety,

apprehended for payment of my debt,

comes forth from the prison house of the grave

free, and triumphant over sin, Satan, and death.

Show me herein the proof that his vicarious offering

is accepted,

that the claims of justice are satisfied,

that the devil’s scepter is shivered,

that his wrongful throne is leveled.

Give me the assurance that in Christ I died,

in him I rose,

in his life I live, in his victory I triumph,

in his ascension I shall be glorified.

Adorable Redeemer,

thou who wast lifted up upon a cross

art ascended to highest heaven.

Thou, who as Man of sorrows

wast crowned with thorns,

art now Lord of life wreathed with glory.

Once, no shame more deep than thine,

no agony more bitter,

no death more cruel.

Now, no exaltation more high,

no life more glorious,

no advocate more effective.

Thou art in triumph car leading captive

thine enemies behind thee.

What more could be done than thou hast done!

Thy death is my life,

thy resurrection my peace,

thy ascension my hope,

thy prayers my comfort.

From The Valley of Vision, Arthur Bennett, The Banner of Truth Trust, 1975

Resurrection

Florida flowers“O God of my Exodus,

Great was the joy of Israel’s sons,

    when Egypt died upon the shore,

    Far greater the joy

    when the Redeemer’s foe lay crushed

    in the dust.

Jesus strides forth as victor,

    conqueror of death, hell, and all opposing

    might;

He bursts the bands of death,

    tramples the powers of darkness down,

    and lives for ever.

He, my gracious surety,

    apprehended for payment of my debt,

    comes forth from the prison house of the grave

    free, and triumphant over sin, Satan, and death.

Show me herein the proof that his vicarious offering

    is accepted,

    that the claims of justice are satisfied,

    that the devil’s scepter is shivered,

    that his wrongful throne is leveled.

Give me the assurance that in Christ I died,

    in him I rose,

    in his life I live, in his victory I triumph,

    in his ascension I shall be glorified.

Adorable Redeemer,

    thou who wast lifted up upon a cross

    art ascended to highest heaven.

Thou, who as Man of sorrows

    wast crowned with thrones,

    art now as Lord of life wreathed with glory.

Once, no shame more deep than thine,

    no agony more bitter,

    no death more cruel.

Now, no exaltation more high,

    no life more glorious,

    no advocate more effective.

Thou art in the triumph car leading captive

    thine enemies behind thee.

What more could be done than thou hast done!

    Thy death is my life,

    thy resurrection my peace,

    thy ascension my hope,

    thy prayers my comfort.”

From The Valley of Vision, edited by Arthur Bennett for The Banner of Truth Trust

Love Lustres at Calvary

Photo Jan 22, 7 39 20 AM“My Father,

Enlarge my heart, warm my affections,

    open my lips,

Supply words that proclaim ‘Love lustres at Calvary.’

There grace removes my burdens and heaps them

    on thy Son,

made a transgressor, a curse, a sin for me;

There the sword of thy justice smote the man,

    Thy fellow;

There thy infinite attributes were magnified,

    and infinite atonement made;

There infinite punishment was due,

    and infinite punishment was endured.

Christ was all anguish that I might be all joy,

    cast off that I might be brought in,

    trodden down as an enemy

        that I might be welcomed as a friend,

    surrendered to hell’s worst

        that I might attain heaven’s best,

    stripped that I might be clothed,

    wounded that I might be healed,

    athirst that I might drink,

    tormented that I might be comforted,

    made a shame that I might inherit glory,

    entered darkness that I might have eternal light.

My Savior wept that all tears might be wiped

    from my eyes,

    groaned that I might have endless song,

    endured pain that I might have unfading health,

    bore a thorny crown that I might have

        a glory – diadem,

    bowed his head that I might uplift mine,

    experienced reproach that I might receive

        welcome,

    closed his eyes in death that I might gaze

        on unclouded brightness,

    expired that I might for ever live.

Oh Father, who spared not thine only Son that thou

    mightiest spare me,

All this transfer thy love designed and

accomplished;

Help me adore thee by lips and life.

Oh that my every breath might be ecstatic praise,

    my every step buoyant with delight, as I see my

        enemies crushed,

    Satan baffled, defeated, destroyed,

    sin buried in the ocean of reconciling blood,

    hell’s gates closed, heaven’s portal open.

Go forth, O conquering God, and show me

    the cross, mighty to subdue, comfort and save.”

From The Valley of Vision, edited by Arthur Bennett for The Banner of Truth Trust

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