Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Let no one caught in sin remain

Inside the lie of inward shame

We fix our eyes upon the cross

And run to Him who showed great love

And bled for us

Freely You've bled for us

Christ is risen from the dead

Trampling over death by death

Come awake come awake

Come and rise up from the grave

Christ is risen from the dead

We are one with Him again

Come awake come awake

Come and rise up from the grave

Beneath the weight of all our sin

You bowed to none but heaven's will

No scheme of hell no scoffer's crown

No burden great can hold You down

In strength You reign

Forever let Your church proclaim

Christ is risen from the dead

Trampling over death by death

Come awake come awake

Come and rise up from the grave

Christ is risen from the dead

We are one with Him again

Come awake come awake

Come and rise up from the grave

O death where is your sting?

O hell where is your victory?

O church come stand in the light

The glory of God has defeated the night

Sing it o death where is your sting?

O hell where is your victory?

O church come stand in the light

Our God is not dead He's alive He's alive

Christ is risen from the dead

Trampling over death by death

Come awake come awake

Come and rise up from the grave

Christ is risen from the dead

We are one with Him again

Come awake come awake

Come and rise up from the grave

Christ is risen from the dead

Trampling over death by death

Come awake come awake

Come and rise up from the grave

Christ is risen from the dead

We are one with Him again

Come awake come awake

Come and rise up from the grave

Rise up from the grave


-Matt Maher

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

A Martyr's Rememberance

Afraid? Of what? 
To feel the spirit's glad release? 
To pass from pain to perfect peace, 
The strife and strain of life to cease? 
Afraid? Of that?  

Afraid? Of what? 
Afraid to see the Saviour's face, 
To hear His welcome, and to trace, 
The glory gleam from wounds of grace, 
Afraid? Of that?  

Afraid? Of what? 
A flash - a crash - a pierced heart; 
Brief darkness - Light - O Heaven's art! 
A wound of His a counterpart! 
Afraid? Of that?

Afraid? Of what? 
To enter into Heaven's rest, 
And yet to serve the Master blessed? 
From service good to service best? 
Afraid? Of that?  

Afraid? Of what? 
To do by death what life could not - 
Baptize with blood a stony plot, 
Till souls shall blossom from the spot?
Afraid? Of that?

-E.H. Hamilton
writing in response to his friend, Jack Vinson's, martyrdom by Chinese bandits in 1931