How Much I Owe

When this passing world is done,

When has sunk yon glaring sun;

When I stand with Christ in glory,

Looking o’er life’s finished story,

Then, Lord, shall I fully know—

not till then, how much I owe.

Every ounce of faith, he has given

Every moment granted is a grace

Every failure he has now forgiven

Every hope to which I set my face

Every good work that has found His favor

All I am and ever hope to be

I will only boast in Christ my savior

For it is not I but Christ in me

When I stand before the throne,

Dressed in beauty not my own;

When I see Thee as Thou art,

Love Thee with un-sinning heart;

Then, Lord, shall I fully know,

not till then, how much I owe.

All to Christ I owe, all to Christ I owe

Whatever I do and wherever I go

All to Christ All to Him I owe

Every ounce of faith, he has given

Every moment granted is a grace

Every failure he has now forgiven

Every hope to which I set my face

Every good work that has found His favor

All I am and ever hope to be

I will only boast in Christ my savior

For it is not I but Christ in me

After-Robert Murray M'Cheyne

Chorus by Anthony Foster

July 8, 2019

Jesus My Redeemer

Oh Jesus my redeemer

There is no other name that saves

Oh Jesus my redeemer

There is none other who overcomes the grave

So I will cling to Jesus my redeemer

I will cling and know he holds me fast

I ‘ll enjoy his embrace

Till we meet face to face

When I stand before His throne at last.

Oh Jesus my redeemer

You are the one who bought  and freed this slave

Oh Jesus my redeemer

You are the Lord of this new life you gave

So I will trust in Jesus my redeemer

I will boast in Him, and Him alone

I will cast my crowns and cares

At his feet and leave them there

Then I’ll know as surely as I’m known.

He is my priest and intercessor

He is my advocate on high

So I will trust my only hope and savior

And if I live for him I’ll never die.

Oh Jesus my redeemer

You paid the cost  that set us free from sin

Oh Jesus my redeemer

When we were lost  you sought and drew us in.

So I will worship Jesus  my redeemer

And his worth forever I’ll proclaim

Bought by His sacrifice

Now his grace shall suffice

To the praise and glory of His name.

Anthony Foster

July 2, 2019

Our Adonai

Almighty most Holy God

You are the One our hearts applaud

Give wings to our words Oh Lord that we might

See hearts set ablaze with your glorious light…

Omniscient, magnificent Lord

You are the One our minds adore

Here in your presence we would bask

This blessing is more than we can think or ask

Oh our Adonai-It is to you our spirits fly

Draw us  to your holy flame

For the sake of your great name

Oh our Adonai-Oh our Adonai.

Sovereign savior and King

You are the One who makes our souls sing

In you we trust as our infintite treasure

Our hope and prayer is that we bring you pleasure.

Teach us oh Spirit divine

Come like a fire our flesh to refine

Cleanse this tabernacle and dwell

To guard us  from Sin and Temptation and Hell.

Oh our Adonai-It is to you our spirits fly

Draw us  to your holy flame

For the sake of your great name

Oh our Adonai-Oh our Adonai.

Bridge

Cover us, oh God triune

Come quickly Lord and come soon

Pray, Father and Spirit and Son

Keep us till your work is done.

Oh our Adonai-It is to you our spirits fly

Draw us  to your holy flame

For the sake of your great name

Oh our Adonai-Oh our Adonai.

Anthony Foster

June 30, 2019

The Hallowed Hammer

Hosea 6:1 Come, let us return to the Lord; for he has torn us, that he may heal us; he has struck us down, and he will bind us up.

Being crushed is never easy-Being broken is required

To be formed into Christ’s likeness-Reckon with what you’ve desired

When you been deformed, misshapen-By the devil world and flesh

By God’s grace be overtaken-He’ll reform your life afresh

But there’s pain upon the anvil-As God beats a self to death

In the crushing there’s a whisper-For the hammer is God’s breath

As he breathes into the vessel-A life-giving change of mind

He has torn us, he will heal us-What he breaks he’ll surely bind

By his flames we must be tempered-For we’re fashioned by the fire

Though struck down upon His anvil-He becomes our true desire

There is mercy in the moulding-There‘s a blueprint for His grace

As we’re conformed to Christ’s image-Then our likeness is replaced

Crushed by the weight of glory-By the holy hammerstrike

He will smite us for our good as he reveals what we are like.

By the holy hammer we are forged Into  noble forms

Beaten into beauty in the midst of gracious storms…

There’s compassion in the crushing There’s forgiveness in the fire

When the holy heavy hammer Strikes us down it lifts us higher

Our souls’ goldsmith refines us by his ardor and His blows

Into what shape he’ll reform us, only highest heaven knows.

June 26, 2019

Anthony Foster