How Deep the Father’s Love

Hymn by Stuart Townend – Kingsway ThankYou Music

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How deep the Father’s love for us, how vast beyond all measure,

that he should give his only Son to make a wretch his treasure.

How great the pain of searing loss: the Father turns his face away,

as wounds which mar the chosen one bring many sons to glory.

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Behold the Man upon the cross, my sin upon His shoulders;

ashamed, I hear my mocking voice call out among the scoffers.

It was my sin that held him there until it was accomplished;

His dying breath has brought me life; I know that it is finished.

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I will not boast in anything, no gifts, no pow’r, no wisdom;

but I will boast in Jesus Christ, His death and resurrection.

Why should I gain from his reward?  I cannot give an answer,

but this I know with all my heart, his wounds have paid my ransom.

My Hope is Built on Nothing Less

Words by Edward Mote (1834); Music by William Bradbury (1863)

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name.

Refrain

On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.

Refrain

His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.

Refrain

When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh may I then in Him be found.
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.

Before the Throne of God

Hymn written by Charitie Lees Bancroft; music by Vikki Cook

Before the throne of God above I have a strong and perfect plea, A great High Priest whose name is Love, Who ever lives and pleads for me.  My name is graven on His hands, My name is written on His heart; I know that while in heav’n He stands no tongue can bid me thence depart, No tongue can bid me thence depart.

When satan tempts me to despair, and tells me of the guilt within, upward I look and see Him there Who made an end to all my sin.  Because the sinless Savior died, my sinful soul is counted free; For God, the Just, is satisfied to look on Him and pardon me, to look on Him and pardon me.

Behold Him there! the risen Lamb, my perfect spotless Righteousness, the great unchangable “I Am,” the King of glory and of grace!  One with Himself I cannot die, My soul is purchased by His blood: My life is hid with Christ on high, with Christ, my Savior and my God, with Christ my savior and my God.

Like a River Glorious

My Hope is In The Lord

The following is a hymn we sang in church this morning following our pastor’s sermon on Galatians 1:6-7. There is only one gospel, yet there are many distorted forms (which are actually no gospels at all). The gospel is that we are absolutely broken, sinful and needy people and that Jesus came to be our righteousness. There is a tremendous pull even in good churches to teach something less than this. Anything that lessens our inability, sin and neediness and gives us a place in our redemption and healing is wrong and is so prevalent because it speaks to our inward desire to be our own saviors and lords. We do not want to stand naked in acknowledgement of our sin, but rather we want to put clothes on (our works) and present ourselves on our own as worthy. What a heavy attempt at salvation. The gospel gives us no room for pride, but it sure does give us room for rest. If you want to check out some great sermons or add a pastor to your list of who to listen to, add Joshua Moody. He’s the new pastor @ College Church in Wheaton and you can find his sermons here. The following hymn is a great reminder of the gospel.

Hymn by Norman Clayton (1945)

My hope is in the Lord Who gave Himself for me,
And paid the price of all my sin at Calvary.

For me He died, For me He lives,
And everlasting life and light He freely gives.
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No merit of my own His anger to suppress.
My only hope is found in Jesus’ righteousness.

For me He died, For me He lives,
And everlasting life and light He freely gives.
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And now for me He stands Before the Father’s throne.
He shows His wounded hands and names me as His own.

For me He died, For me He lives,
And everlasting life and light He freely gives.
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His grace has planned it all, ‘Tis mine but to believe,
And recognize His work of love and Christ receive.

For me He died, For me He lives,
And everlasting life and light He freely gives.

In Christ Alone

by Stewart Townend and Keith Getty

In Christ alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all-
Here in the love of Christ I stand.

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In Christ alone, Who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied;
For ev’ry sin on Him was laid-
Here in the death of Christ I live.

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There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine-
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

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No guilt in life, no fear in death-
This is the pow’r of Christ in me;
From life’s first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow’r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home-
Here in the pow’r of Christ I’ll stand.