Thanks be to our God and Father
Thanks be to the Lord
Our gratitude will be our mark
Our praise will be outpoured
Thanks be for what You've done
Thanks be for what You're going to do
Thanks be for what You are doing now
Thank You, thank You, Thank You
Thanks be for our blessings
Thanks be for Your Light
Thanks be for our sufferings
Lord thank you for new sight
Thanks be for what You've done
Thanks be for what You're going to do
Thanks be for what You are doing now
Thank You, thank You, Thank You
Anthony Foster
November 25, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Goodness and Mercy
Follow me all of my days
All of my days a sacrifice of praise
Hallow me, oh Hallow me
Consecrate my life fully
Only Lord to Thee…
Make me good and make me merciful
For your good news it is beautiful
As in your courts forever I dwell
Of your goodness and mercy Lord I will tell
Follow me all of my days
All of my days a sacrifice of praise
Hallow me, oh Hallow me
Consecrate my life fully
Only Lord to Thee…
I will proclaim you from the housetops
Declare your truth in the light
I will sing for your mercy never stops
Your goodness is ever in sight
Follow me all of my days
All of my days a sacrifice of praise
Hallow me, oh Hallow me
Consecrate my life fully
Only Lord to Thee…
Anthony Foster
November 28, 2010
All of my days a sacrifice of praise
Hallow me, oh Hallow me
Consecrate my life fully
Only Lord to Thee…
Make me good and make me merciful
For your good news it is beautiful
As in your courts forever I dwell
Of your goodness and mercy Lord I will tell
Follow me all of my days
All of my days a sacrifice of praise
Hallow me, oh Hallow me
Consecrate my life fully
Only Lord to Thee…
I will proclaim you from the housetops
Declare your truth in the light
I will sing for your mercy never stops
Your goodness is ever in sight
Follow me all of my days
All of my days a sacrifice of praise
Hallow me, oh Hallow me
Consecrate my life fully
Only Lord to Thee…
Anthony Foster
November 28, 2010
Render Me Righteous
Strip away all but your grace
Bring your truth to light in my face
Distill my heart till my conscience is cured
Render me righteous and make me pure
Being me to the holy state
Rectify my wrongness as on you I wait
I relinquish and yield
And then I am healed
Submit and surrender,
As I come now to render
That which belongs to you
Make me faithful and true
For my all in all to you is due
I present myself a living sacrifice
You find me acceptable, it will suffice
All to you I owe. Everything I know
Render me righteous, your image to show.
Unfetter and loose me
Convert and reduce me
Until I am holy and pure
Render me righteous that I may endure.
The altar-fire take me through
Make me faithful and true
For my all in all to you is due
Anthony Foster
November 28, 2010
Bring your truth to light in my face
Distill my heart till my conscience is cured
Render me righteous and make me pure
Being me to the holy state
Rectify my wrongness as on you I wait
I relinquish and yield
And then I am healed
Submit and surrender,
As I come now to render
That which belongs to you
Make me faithful and true
For my all in all to you is due
I present myself a living sacrifice
You find me acceptable, it will suffice
All to you I owe. Everything I know
Render me righteous, your image to show.
Unfetter and loose me
Convert and reduce me
Until I am holy and pure
Render me righteous that I may endure.
The altar-fire take me through
Make me faithful and true
For my all in all to you is due
Anthony Foster
November 28, 2010
How could I be without you?
Who would I be, where would I be
How could I be without you?
Righteous sufferer, you did not please yourself
You would not have your own way
Reproached Savior, You gave away your wealth
You gave yourself away.
Servant to the circumcision
Manifest there on your cross
Cut off completely from the Father
Forsaken, all but lost
Their supreme weapon was killing,
But your supreme weapon was dying
Despising the shame, you were willing
To once for all be death defying
Who would I be, where would I be
How could I be without you?
Who would I be, where would I be
How could I be without you?
Anthony Foster
November 28, 2010
How could I be without you?
Righteous sufferer, you did not please yourself
You would not have your own way
Reproached Savior, You gave away your wealth
You gave yourself away.
Servant to the circumcision
Manifest there on your cross
Cut off completely from the Father
Forsaken, all but lost
Their supreme weapon was killing,
But your supreme weapon was dying
Despising the shame, you were willing
To once for all be death defying
Who would I be, where would I be
How could I be without you?
Who would I be, where would I be
How could I be without you?
Anthony Foster
November 28, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
We Are Not Our Own
We are not our own, we are not our own.
We are bought with a price, we are not our own.
All our possessions threaten to possess us
And all our politics and plans rot us to the bone
But all our loss can become gain
E’re dung becomes our throne
We are set free when we believe
That we are not our own.
Some will mark their bodies and some will pursue wealth
Some will end up in the ditch and lose their minds or health
For each one goes their own way but we’ll reap what we have sown
To live is Christ and to die is gain for we are not our own.
Each man does what he thinks
Is right in his own mind
And there’s no room for God in that space
We seek what we really want to find
Our selves we seek to realize
Our selves we seek to save
But there’s no light within our eyes
Who are bound up in the grave
We don’t need to be better
We need the source of life alone
Who frees us from our fetters
For we are not our own.
We are not our own, we are not our own
We are redeemed and reconciled and God is on the throne
We are not our own, no we are not our own
We’re his esteemed, beloved child
Bought with a price
Saved by his sacrifice
Purchased and made right
And we are not our own.
Anthony Foster
November 23, 2010
We are bought with a price, we are not our own.
All our possessions threaten to possess us
And all our politics and plans rot us to the bone
But all our loss can become gain
E’re dung becomes our throne
We are set free when we believe
That we are not our own.
Some will mark their bodies and some will pursue wealth
Some will end up in the ditch and lose their minds or health
For each one goes their own way but we’ll reap what we have sown
To live is Christ and to die is gain for we are not our own.
Each man does what he thinks
Is right in his own mind
And there’s no room for God in that space
We seek what we really want to find
Our selves we seek to realize
Our selves we seek to save
But there’s no light within our eyes
Who are bound up in the grave
We don’t need to be better
We need the source of life alone
Who frees us from our fetters
For we are not our own.
We are not our own, we are not our own
We are redeemed and reconciled and God is on the throne
We are not our own, no we are not our own
We’re his esteemed, beloved child
Bought with a price
Saved by his sacrifice
Purchased and made right
And we are not our own.
Anthony Foster
November 23, 2010
No Other Name
He was forsaken, forgiven are we
He was cast down so raised up we could see
He was bound over to sin and the law
Picked up a cross and then laid down His all.
Despising the shame
Bearing our blame
Now his name is above
Every other name
No other name under heaven
No other name is given
From age to age the same
He has the words of life we can know
There is none other to whom we can go.
Anthony Foster
November 23, 2010
He was cast down so raised up we could see
He was bound over to sin and the law
Picked up a cross and then laid down His all.
Despising the shame
Bearing our blame
Now his name is above
Every other name
No other name under heaven
No other name is given
From age to age the same
He has the words of life we can know
There is none other to whom we can go.
Anthony Foster
November 23, 2010
Astonished
I will ever be astonished I will ever stand in awe
That though I should have been punished, under judgment of the law
We wear glory on our faces now so let the Lord be praised
I stand amazed, I stand amazed, I stand amazed.
Grateful for the gift of living
Grateful for the gift of grace
Grateful to be found repenting
Raised by falling on my face
A prodigal with no remorse
A sinner who loved sin
An enemy who hates his source
A loser who could never win
I stand astonished, I stand in awe
That the Lord of all glory, the lamb without flaw
Travelled far beyond time and split apart space
To reach down and draw us up into His grace
He who is perfect and holy and just
Chose us from the foundation of this world to trust
To live and to move and In Christ to be
Bearers of His image and bound to be free.
Anthony Foster
November 23, 2010
That though I should have been punished, under judgment of the law
We wear glory on our faces now so let the Lord be praised
I stand amazed, I stand amazed, I stand amazed.
Grateful for the gift of living
Grateful for the gift of grace
Grateful to be found repenting
Raised by falling on my face
A prodigal with no remorse
A sinner who loved sin
An enemy who hates his source
A loser who could never win
I stand astonished, I stand in awe
That the Lord of all glory, the lamb without flaw
Travelled far beyond time and split apart space
To reach down and draw us up into His grace
He who is perfect and holy and just
Chose us from the foundation of this world to trust
To live and to move and In Christ to be
Bearers of His image and bound to be free.
Anthony Foster
November 23, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Lachrymatory
In our laments we're tossed about
All the sorrows, all the tears
Of our wanderings You have taken account
A wasted wilderness of years.
A remnant of the battle
Though they flow as Jordan rolls
Put our tears in Your bottle.
Are they not found in Your scroll?
A memorial of sorrow
The drops fall from our eyes
Though they cut us to the marrow
They are changed into a prize
In the days of our pilgrimage
In the days of our sojourn
In the devastating damage
There are lessons we must learn
Christ receives our tears
And stores them to his keep
We forget our fondest fears
And in supplication weep
For as the teardrops flow
Our contrition he’ll employ
For as he receives our tears
He returns them as pure joy.
So let mourning turn to dancing
Lamentation turns to praise
Sorrow turns to sustinence
As we turn our eyes to gaze
On the glory of the suffering
In the fellowship of pain
In the surety of the savior
Who turns our loss to gain.
Anthony Foster
November 22, 2010
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