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Accidentals

by Dale Harris

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I went walking, I went walking, through the streets of Babylon Through her highways, through her alleys, in the streets of Babylon I saw people, lost and broken on the streets of Babylon I went walking, I went walking, though the streets of Babylon And the people, and the people, on the streets of Babylon They were dazzled, they were blinded by the lights of Babylon And the pipers and the dancers seduced and led them on They were wandering they were wand’ring on the streets of Babylon And I heard a voice call to me, O Woe to Babylon She is blind she is broken she is lost and forsaken O woe to Babylon Come out of her, O my children, flee to my arms Be set apart, holy pure on the streets of Babylon I saw merchants, I saw merchants, on the streets of Babylon They were glutted in the luxury of the wealth of Babylon And they bartered and they traded for the souls of Babylon I saw merchants, I saw merchants on the streets of Babylon And I heard a voice call to me, O Woe to Babylon She is blind she is broken she is lost and forsaken O woe to Babylon Come out of her, O my children, flee to my arms Be set apart, holy pure on the streets of Babylon And the princes and the rulers they were drunk on Babylon In her riches, in her power, on the wine of Babylon Though the writing of her judgment was written on the wall They paraded their corruption through the streets of Babylon And I heard a voice call to me, O Woe to Babylon She is blind she is broken she is lost and forsaken O woe to Babylon Come out of her, O my children, flee to my arms Be set apart, holy pure on the streets of Babylon
2.
I count it loss, whatever was gain I count it loss, whatever was gain I count it loss, whatever was gain I count it loss, whatever was gain For the sake of knowing Christ, just to bear his name He called me to take up my cross He called me to take up my cross He called me to take up my cross He called me to take up my cross And the treasures of this earth, just to count them loss He promised me a glory crown He promised me a glory crown He promised me a glory crown He promised me a glory crown And He took my burdens up, just to lay them down I count it loss, whatever was gain I count it loss, whatever was gain I count it loss, whatever was gain I count it loss, whatever was gain For the sake of knowing Christ, just to bear his name I will not boast in anything I will not boast in anything I will not boast in anything Except the love of Christ, he’s my lord and King I count it loss, whatever was gain I count it loss, whatever was gain I count it loss, whatever was gain I count it loss, whatever was gain For the sake of knowing Christ, just to bear his name
3.
Praise be to God for dappled things With speckles and freckles and stipplings For spangled nights and dappled days Praise him for his mysterious ways Praise be to God for gnarled things Things thrawn and things thorny and new saplings For limbs that twist and trunks that sway Praise Him for His mysterious ways And all things original, counter and strange With sour and sweet, adazzle and dim He fathers forth, from beauty past change Lift up your souls to the Lord, and praise him Praise be to God for flowing things Things foaming and frothing and bubbling For crashing falls and wind-whipped waves Praise him for his mysterious ways Praise be to God for crooked things Things weathered, eroded and crumbling For surging skies where lighting plays Praise him for his mysterious ways And all things original, counter and strange With sour and sweet, adazzle and dim He fathers forth, from beauty past change Lift up your souls to the Lord, and praise him Praise be to God for fragrant things Smells musky and sour and lingering The tang of life in the morning haze Praise him for his mysterious ways And all things original, counter and strange With sour and sweet, adazzle and dim He fathers forth, from beauty past change Lift up your souls to the Lord, and praise him
4.
There’s a little church in a little town in a place where two hills meet And though it’s been a while now, it’s in my memory The wall were framed for fellowship, they rest upon the rock The foundation of salvation found in God’s Holy Book And every Sunday morning rings the bell they raised by hand From the steeply built with care and love as a beacon in the land I thank God for that little church, where the preacher preached the word Where the people worked hand in hand , serving their Lord Where the Old Time Religion still set the captives free If it wasn’t for that little church, God knows where I’d be And the preacher in that little church is resolved to know one thing That’s Jesus Christ the crucified and resurrected King And he studies to present himself, approved and unashamed A workman with the word of truth, proclaiming Jesus’ name For every Sunday morning when that Holy Book is read Broken hearts were bound up and hungry hearts were fed I thank God for that little church, where the preacher preached the word Where the people worked hand in hand , serving their Lord Where the Old Time Religion still set the captives free If it wasn’t for that little church, God knows where I’d be On a snowy day in January, I first walked through those doors Not knowing one day I’d walk out, changed forever more For the living stones that built that church were the world’s salt and light And they showed me how to find my place in the body of Christ For every Sunday morning my heart softened bit by bit Until the living water came and saturated it I thank God for that little church, where the preacher preached the word Where the people worked hand in hand , serving their Lord Where the Old Time Religion still set the captives free If it wasn’t for that little church, God knows where I’d be And like a lighthouse on a rock, it glimmers in the night While the tide of darkness rises with the waning light And like a haven for the broken, wearied from the fight Where spirits trade their weakness for the power of Jesus’ might I thank God for that little church, where the preacher preached the word Where the people worked hand in hand , serving their Lord Where the Old Time Religion still set the captives free If it wasn’t for that little church, God knows where I’d be
5.
You are, you are Miriam Triumphant, Dancing before the congregation Leading God’s people in a song of victory The horse and rider fell into the sea You are, you are Deborah the valiant Calling God’s people to the battle Leading his captains in a march of victory Judging from your sea beneath the tree Let the daughters of our Father shout Hallelujah! Let the children of our God say amen Let the handmaids of the master usher in his kingdom Let His spirit on our sons and daughters Pour out in abundance Let His vision fill the eyes of our women and our men Let the children of our God say amen You are, you are Mary in the morning Seeking the tomb with your spices Finding him shining in the light of victory Proclaiming the news for all to see You are, you are Phoebe the servant Working with the gospel of salvation A sister, commended with the light of victory Sent by God to set the captives Let the daughters of our Father shout Hallelujah! Let the children of our God say amen Let the handmaids of the master usher in his kingdom Let His spirit on our sons and daughters Pour out in abundance Let His vision fill the eyes of our women and our men Let the children of our God say amen
6.
Seven 03:05
Seven stars in your right hand Seven lamps at your feet Seven thunders in the heavens Seven, the number of your majesty Seven bowls of your judgment Seven seals of your mystery Seven trumpets of your justice Seven, the number of your victory Perfect in grace, prime in glory Holy your name, pure your love Seven colours in your covenant Seven seventies your mystery Seven feasts to remember you Seven, the number of your love for me Seven times in the Jordan Seven times to deliver me Seven the number of your purity Seven hours on the cross for me Perfect in grace, prime in glory Holy your name, pure your love Seven, the number of your purity Seven seals to your mystery Seven, the number of your victory Seven hours on the cross for me Perfect in grace, prime in glory Holy your name, pure your love
7.
I will walk on water, if you ask me to I will wander the white waves and Wade through the storm to walk next to you I know that you have sent me Without a wallet or shoes And though the waves crash around me I will walk them with you I will walk on water, if you ask me to I will wander the white waves and Wade through the storm to walk next to you I know that you have sent me A lamb surrounded by wolves I know that you will make As shrewd as a snake but as pure as a dove I will walk on water, if you ask me to I will wander the white waves and Wade through the storm to walk next to you So now, I leave my people Turn from my home and my land The road winds narrow and steep, o But I’m led by your loving hand
8.
O great paradox, how I marvel How I wonder at the mystery of your love Emptied of your glory You brought your glory down to us How marvel, how I wonder, how I marvel at your love You are prophet and the word Humble servant and the Lord Holy God and his perfect sacrifice Both the shepherd and the lamb Son of God and son of man Both the resurrection, and the life O great paradox, how I marvel How I wonder at the mystery of your love Emptied of your glory You brought your glory down to us How marvel, how I wonder, how I marvel at your love You are water turned to wine Both the firstfruit and the vine Living rock, become the living bread You’re the greatest made the least Both our offering and priest And you gave your life as ransom for the dead O great paradox, how I marvel How I wonder at the mystery of your love Emptied of your glory You brought your glory down to us How marvel, how I wonder, how I marvel at your love And like a circle, whose centre is everywhere Whose edge is infinity, whose radius is love You sustain the universe, and yet you died for me O beautiful contradiction, that made my sin your victory How I marvel at your love. O great paradox, how I marvel How I wonder at the mystery of your love Emptied of your glory You brought your glory down to us How marvel, how I wonder, how I marvel at your love
9.
O, death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty, for I know thou are not so Death, triumph not so loud, though thou might sting me The seed when it’s sown must die for it to grow And when I wander through your valley I will not fear For his rod and staff will comfort me His presence is near O Death, see the blood on my door post My heart is purified, pass me by So, death, thou shalt have, no dominion When he comes for me, Death thou shalt die For you were swallowed up in victory When you pierced his heel And he has conquered your indignity No longer will you steal O death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty, for I know thou are not so
10.
Celebrate 05:45
I glory in your glory I love you cause you loved me And you alone are holy And you alone reached down and lifted me Let a thousand bells clap their tongues Let a thousand trumpets lift their voice Let a thousand cymbals crash Let a thousand voices shout it Let a thousand hearts be lifted up I sing a song of celebration I cry the chorus in the congregation Announce anew among every generation That you are the Lord I sing a song of celebration I cry the chorus in the congregation Announce anew among every generation That you are the Lord That you are the Lord I glory in your glory I love you cause you loved me And you alone are holy And you alone reached down and lifted me Let a thousand bells clap their tongues Let a thousand trumpets lift their voice Let a thousand cymbals crash Let a thousand voices shout it Let a thousand hearts be lifted up I sing a song of celebration I cry the chorus in the congregation Announce anew among every generation That you are the Lord I sing a song of celebration I cry the chorus in the congregation Announce anew among every generation That you are the Lord That you are the Lord Joyful, joyful we adore Thee, God of glory Lord of Love Hearts unfold like flowers before thee, Opening to the sun above
11.
Booth led boldly with his big bass drum The saints smiled gravely and they said he’s come Walking lepers followed, rank on rank Lurching bravoes from the ditches dank Drabs from the alleyways and drug fiends pale Minds still passion ridden, soul powers frail Vermin-eaten saints, with mouldy breath Unwashed legions with the ways of Death Are you wash in the Blood of the Lamb Every slum had sent its half a score The round world over, Booth had groaned for more Every banner that the wide world flies Bloomed in glory and transcendent dyes Loons with trumpets blowed a blare, blare blare On, on upward through that golden air Big-voiced lasses made their banjos bang Tranced, fanatical they shrieked and sang: Are you washed in the blood of the lamb? Are you washed in the Blood of the Lamb Made clean, by the great I AM Are you part of the promise made to Father Abraham Are you washed in the Blood of the Lamb When the saints go marching in that promised Land Will you be a part of that Holy Band, Are you washed ....? Jesus came out from the courthouse door Stretched his hands above the passing poor Booth saw not but led his queer ones there Round and round the mighty courthouse square Then in an instant all that blear review Marched on spotless clad in raiment new The lame were straitened, withered limbs uncurled And blind eyes opened on a new, sweet world Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Are you washed in the Blood of the Lamb Made clean, by the great I AM Are you part of the promise made to Father Abraham Are you washed in the Blood of the Lamb When the saints go marching in that promised Land Will you be a part of that Holy Band, Are you washed ....? And when Booth halted by the curb for prayer He saw his master thru the flag filled air Christ came gently with a robe and crown For Booth the soldier while the throng knelt down He saw King Jesus, they were face to face And he knelt there weeping in that Holy Place Drabs and vixens in a flash made whole Gone was the weasel-head the snout the jowl Sages and sibyls now, and athletes clean Rulers of empires and forests green The hosts were sandaled and their wings were fire But their noise played havoc with the angel choir O shout salvation it was good to see Kings and rulers by the lamb made free Are you washed in the blood of the lamb? Are you washed in the Blood of the Lamb Made clean, by the great I AM Are you part of the promise made to Father Abraham Are you washed in the Blood of the Lamb When the saints go marching in that promised Land Will you be a part of that Holy Band, Are you washed ....?

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A blues/country/folk inspired project by Dale Harris

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released September 27, 2015

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