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The Bible as love story: Toby Sumpter - My Song is Love Unknown

My song is love unknown,
My Saviours love to me;
Love to the loveless shown,
That they might lovely be.
O who am I, that for my sake
My Lord should take frail flesh and die?

He came from His blest throne
Salvation to bestow;
But men made strange, and none
The longed-for Christ would know:
But O! my Friend, my Friend indeed,
Who at my need His life did spend.

Sometimes they strew His way,
And His sweet praises sing;
Resounding all the day
Hosannas to their King:
Then Crucify! is all their breath,
And for His death they thirst and cry.

They rise and needs will have
My dear Lord made away;
A murderer they save,
The Prince of life they slay,
Yet cheerful He to suffering goes,
That He His foes from thence might free.

Here might I stay and sing,
No story so divine;
Never was love, dear King!
Never was grief like Thine.
This is my Friend, in Whose sweet praise
I all my days could gladly spend.

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Audio (fixed link - mp3 file).

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He rose up among us, as told.
He rose up the Promise of old.
My Brother in strife
Assuming my life
Exalted, the Father's Decree
He rose up, He rose up for me.

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He rose up humanity’s Last
Man's Answer in life unsurpassed
My Champion living
God’s life of thanksgiving
Exalted as I'm meant to be
He rose up, He rose up for me.

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They raised Him, my Saviour, on high
Man lifted, accursed, left to die
My Priest in atonement
My Lamb in enthronement
Exalted on Destiny's Tree,
He rose up, He rose up for me.

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He rose up from death He arose
Immortal to crush all His foes
The Lord of all history
My Christ has the victory
Exalted, the darkness must flee
He rose up, He rose up for me.

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He rose up to heaven, He rose
Ascended beyond other thrones
My Friend in high places
My Fountain of graces
Exalted, my Heavenly Plea
He rose up, He rose up for me.

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I rise up, I rise up in Him
Emboldened in spite of all sin
In Jesus attaining
My destiny – reigning
Exalted, with angels to sing
I rise up, I rise up in Him

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[audio https://christthetruth.net/audio/HeRoseUp2.mp3]

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He rose up among us, as told.
He rose up the Promise of old.
My Brother in strife
Assuming my life
Exalted, the Father's Decree
He rose up, He rose up for me.

He rose up humanity’s Last
Man's Answer in life unsurpassed
My Champion living
God’s life of thanksgiving
Exalted as I'm meant to be
He rose up, He rose up for me.

They raised Him, my Saviour, on high
Man lifted, accursed, left to die
My Priest in atonement
My Lamb in enthronement
Exalted on Destiny's Tree,
He rose up, He rose up for me.

He rose up from death He arose
Immortal to crush all His foes
The Lord of all history
My Christ has the victory
Exalted, the darkness must flee
He rose up, He rose up for me.

He rose up to heaven, He rose
Ascended beyond other thrones
My Friend in high places
My Fountain of graces
Exalted, my Heavenly Plea
He rose up, He rose up for me.

I rise up, I rise up in Him
Emboldened in spite of all sin
In Jesus attaining
My destiny – reigning
Exalted, with angels to sing
I rise up, I rise up in Him

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I wrote these two last week.  In the end I ditched the first in favour of the second.  We sang about fishes not seeds on Easter Sunday...

This is such a beautiful song and I couldn't find it on youtube (not to this tune anyway). So here's a Good Friday effort. Someday I'll learn how to fingerpick...

Sorry for lightweight blogging recently.  If I had the time I'd record the audio of this for you too.  If anyone wants to use it before Sunday, let me know and I'll give you the chords etc.  But the tune and feel of the song is very much like My Old Man's A Dustman.

My text for our All Age Easter Sunday is Matthew 28:16-20, so I came up with this.

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I went into a garden and asked the gardener
How will I grow my fruit and veg, I’d like to know please sir
He said “I’ll give you good advice and tell you what you need
Sit down my son and listen to the lesson of the seed."

Plant it down, down, down, down, down into the ground
Let it lay, lay, lay, lay through the month of May
Watch it rise, rise, rise, rise, high into the skies
Then it grow, grow, grow, better fruit you’ll never know.

Well Jesus wants his people to spread throughout the earth
To share good news that anyone can have a second birth
Come everyone get grafted in it is your greatest need
But first, Jesus has to play the part of the Seed.

He went down, down, down, down, down into the ground
There He lay, lay, lay, lay on the Saturday
Then He rise, rise, rise, rise, high into the skies
So we go, go, go, tell the world what we know

O thou brain -- exalted, senior,
Holding forth from pulpit's throne.
Feed us with thy academia,
Meted out in monotone.
‘We could never,
‘We could never,
‘Plumb such myst'ries on our own.'

Hear the classics now recited,
Tumbling from thy tutored lips.
Nooks ignored are now ignited,
By thy greek and latin quips.
‘O how richly
‘O how richly,
‘Wisdom from each sentence drips.'

Teach us frames to fathom glory,
Scriptures' tale doth not agree.
Pure distil the Jesus story,
Into subtle sophistry.
‘All was darkness
‘All was darkness,
‘Till thou spoke and now we see.'

Pompous, ponderous, proud, pretentious,
Leaning o'er thy preacher's perch.
Pressing out the sap that quenches,
Thirst for knowledge, Eden's search.
‘Breathe thy wisdom
‘Breathe thy wisdom
‘Till inflated is thy church'

O thou noble mind pray guide us,
Through the darkness and the lies.
Warn us from thy foul deriders,
We shall fear, avoid, despise.
‘Raise a banner
‘Raise a banner
‘We shall chant thy tribal cries.'

How to mark our true devotion?
What could ever count as praise?
But to clone thy stale emotion,
Forced to feign thy learned ways.
‘Where's my pulpit?
‘Where's my pulpit?
‘I'll abide there all my days.'

Marching strong into the brightness,
Resolute, we set our face.
Staunch persistence, clothed in rightness,
Rectitude, our saving grace.
‘Call us onward
‘Call us onward
‘Grimly to our resting place.'

Then one day in vindication,
Face to face at last we'll see
Precious few in that location,
Gathered with thy coterie.
‘Now receive us
‘Now receive us
‘To thy ‘ternal library.'

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The tune for Praise My Soul works

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MP3 Audio

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Words and Guitar Tab below

...continue reading "Kids song on Christmas theme"

I recorded the song (along with these) a couple of years ago on a handheld voice recorder.  Since then my ancient Yamaha keyboard broke, so there's no re-recording the music I'm afraid.  Here it is, warts n all!

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