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The Streets of Babylon
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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
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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
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For Dappled Things
04:33
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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
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Little Country Church
04:30
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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
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Miriam Triumphant
04:33
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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
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Seven
03:05
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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
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Walk on Water
03:51
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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
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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
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Death Be Not Proud
03:20
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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
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Celebrate
05:45
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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
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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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