The highest of the high
And the lowest of the low
Glorious in the sky
And broken here below
Beneath all of the heavens
Above all of the earth
Both wonder now in worship at
His inexpressable worth.
Both passion and compassion
Intermingled here in One
Here are the purest gifts of all
Compounded in God’s Son.
Precious purity undefiled
They come to praise the Miracle child.
Declarations of praise
Is all they can know.
Highest of the high
And lowest of the low…
Stunned into silence
Stunned into exaltation
They see the holy evidence
And respond in celebration…
The highest of the high
And the lowest of the low
Glorious in the sky
And broken here below
Beneath all of the heavens
Above all of the earth
Both wonder now in worship at
His inexpressable worth.
Anthony Foster
November 27, 2009
And come to sing their story
Sing to all the earth of this blessed birth
A savior come from glory…
As the starwheel turns
Hearts with joy still yearn
They desire to know God’s plan
As the starwheel turns
A new fire now burns
And he’s come to be with Man.
Joy to the earth
We have seen his worth
And words we are not finding
That can rightly bless
And our hearts confess
The meaning that’s behind them
Gloria to Our Yahweh!
In this joyous night
A child is born
So laugh and leap with joy
You hearts that mourn
His favor he gave us
And as surely as that star does rise
Dry bones will be reborn
With victory in their eyes.
As sure as the savior reigns
His peace He ordains
His blessedness abideth
In the heavens show
Secrets angels know
One star shall surely guide us
For all the wisdom of heaven is His
And the source of joy
Will show the world what true joy is.
So seek you now his wisdom
Seek you now this child
So you can be completely
Redeemed and reconciled
Tell of the glory, tell of his story
And we will surely hear
With joy in our hearts
And as we hear it
With humble spirit
Will we apprehend
The peace that he imparts
In Bethlehem
The new beginning starts
Anthony Foster
November 28, 2009
Dwellingplace
Lord in your green pastures
I will take my rest
Under your tender mercies
I will be completely blessed.
Thy righteousness follows me
All the days of my life
So I will find my dwellingplace
In the midst of this world’s strife.
In all this world throughout all of history
There is a path that is faithful and true
In all this world there is no mystery
Harder and deeper to fathom than you
Lord where you lead there I will follow you
Lord where you lead I will come too
Fall on my knees, there I would wait on you
And Lord I will follow you.
In the holy ground of green pastures
I am wholly found in your grace
Here where mercy streams ever flowing
May your peace cover this place.
Lord be my dwellingplace
Be my dwellingplace
Abide with me as I hide in You
Lord be my dwellingplace.
Anthony Foster
November 27, 2009
The heavens have invested glory
Here we can see God’s face
His reality becomes our story
So we seek him now
On our knees in our hearts we bow
Emmanuel rests in this place
Here in the crèche of grace.
Here in this humble stall
Here on our knees we fall
And join the creatures
As they low in awe
The shepherds and their sheep
Standing silent as they hear God weep
Here in a broken world
The silence too must break
The final word comes weeping
And soon he is a sleeping
The incarnate Lord
Now hear Messiah’s call
It is the call of tears
As his cry fills the silent night
So clear-so clear.
Here in the crèche of grace
The creator-King is crying
Descended unto this place
Where each day has its dying
And so we see Him now
And yet we wonder how
With incarnate God we stand face to face
Here in this crèche of grace
Anthony Foster
November 27, 2009
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