Friday, April 5, 2024

My God Will Deliver Me

:Lord, I cry out to you I am a wretched man

I do what I don’t want to do, I make such foolish plans

And what I really want to do, the narrow way to seek

My spirit may be willing, but you know my flesh is weak


Who will deliver me from this wretchedness?

Who will pull me from this miry mess?

My Savior and Lord will set me free

For my God will deliver me.


My God will deliver me

My God will deliver me

The source of sin put to the sword

Through Jesus Christ my Lord.


I may do the thing I hate, I may fall into sin

But if I repent and confess he will forgive and cleanse

I reckon myself dead to sin and gain the victory

Though evil will lie close at hand my God will deliver me


Who will deliver me from this wretchedness?

Who will pull me from this miry mess?

My Savior and Lord will set me free

For my God will deliver me.


Lord give me faith to believe your promises are true

Though you will not forsake me it matters what I do

If I will trust in the truth, the Truth will set me free

Through Jesus Christ and Christ alone God will deliver me


My God will deliver me

My God will deliver me

The source of sin put to the sword

Through Jesus Christ my Lord.


April 5, 2024

Romans 7:24-25

Anthony Foster 

Monday, April 1, 2024

The Victor

The Victory is Yours, oh King!-
Now claim what is your own

For with Your victory you bring
New life by grace alone

The Kingdom and the joy is yours-
For you did not despise

The shame of the cross that cures
Our wounds and makes us wise


Every inch of planet earth 

And all of heaven’s span

The universe declares your worth
And time is in your hand.

All this is yours, the throne, the crown
The name above all names

We declare your work and your renown
From age to age the same


Refrain

So to the victor goes the prize
and so your sovereign rule

Shall be exalted in men’s eyes, 
both wizened and the fool

Let every tongue your name confess
till  every bended knee 

Declares the victor’s righteousness 
and   proclaims Your victory


Now with Your very Body’s breath
We proclaim the blood that saves

For with your vict'ry over death
You have conquered the grave

So may this futile world give way-
transformed by holy light

As we shine forth help us, we pray
To fight the worthy fight


So in this moment and this hour
Lord  sanctify  our souls

As we live in resurrection power
Redeem and make us whole

As we work out what you’ve worked in,
may your image be restored

As we reckon ourselves dead to Sin
And give glory to You Lord


Refrain

So to the victor goes the prize
and so your sovereign rule

Shall be exalted in men’s eyes, 
both wizened and the fool

Let every tongue your name confess
till  every bended knee 

Declares the victor’s righteousness 
and   proclaims Your victory


Based on “A Liturgy of Praise for Christ Who Conquered Death”

Romans 6, Philippians 2

April 1, 2024

Anthony Foster