Glorious Ruins

Deep on the palms of both his hands

Christ has engraved our names;

His hands shall raise our ruined walls,

And tear down our guilt and shame.

The second Adam shall restore

The ruins of the first;

Hosannah to that sovereign power

That new-creates our dust!

We are we are, We are we are

We are we are glorious ruins

His living power and dying love

Redeemed us hopeless men,

And raised the ruins of our race

To life and God again.

Oh Lord raise up our ruined bones,

Our broken powers restore,

Build your city from our broken stones

Till we are ruins no more

We are we are, We are we are

We are we are glorious ruins.

Purify us with a heav'nly flame,

Burn the stubble wood and hay

And then flesh shall no longer reign

And you will transform our decay

We shine like shadows in this day

But there will come a time

When our ruins will be swept away

Consumed with glory divine

Bridge:

Restore the days the locusts ate

And take away the pride you devastate

Put your treasure in these vessels of clay

So that your glory might be on display.

A crown of beauty instead of ashes,

You provide for those who grieve

The oils of joy instead of mourning,

You bestow on those who believe.

In a garment of praise we are dressed

Not a spirit of despair and dismay

We will be called oaks of righteousness,

A planting of the Lord for his splendor's display.

We are we are, We are we are

We are we are glorious ruins.

Isaiah 61:3

After Isaac Watts

After listening to sermon by John Piper

Anthony Foster

August 8, 2018