Dear Brothers and Sisters, Prayer will be held at the Brown Barn

Our scripture passage for the week is Isaiah 1:18-23 where God makes an appeal to “come let us reason together” – to draw near. This is the same call Jesus makes in Matthew 11:28, “come to me all you who are weary and heavy laden.” He is so kind to draw us and to say, “Come to the waters,” and “Let the spirit and the bride say come.” Why? so that we might reason together. Christianity is a rational religion. And, it is most reasonable to come. To refuse would be to be trapped in the grips of irrationality. The result of listening to the reasoning of God: cleansing – deep and wide cleansing. We notice from this passage that there is a vast difference between the repentant and the unrepentant. There is washing and cleanness. There is a new birth, a new name, a new heart. No longer a goat, but a sheep. No longer darkness but light. No longer dead but alive. This is the vastness of the change. That is what happens when one listens to the reasoning of God.

Rejoice with Jeff Friddle on this…”I was hoping you could pass on a note to everyone. I know it is not a birth announcement, but there has been much labor involved. Today I have been blessed to be seen through the completion of the main living quarters of my home and as of 2:30 today I have passed all inspections and will receive the CO and power this week. I am so thankful for all of the prayers and help through this process. I look forward to soon being back in the area on a full time basis that I might be able to walk closer with the family God has blessed me with. I am so thankful for all the hospitality I have been shown through this time. I was made to feel at home in the church even while I was without one. I look forward to seeing how God will use this place, which He has used greatly in my life already, to be a blessing to others. Even as I have learned so much in the building process. I am all the more thankful for the care that God is using in building us together as a church. Thankful, Jeff Friddle

The songs are as follows,

Imortal, Invisible, God Only Wise
Immortal, invisible, God only wise
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes
Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days
Almighty, victorious – Thy great name we praise

Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light
Nor wanting, nor wasting, Thou rulest in might
Thy justice, like mountains, high soaring above
Thy clouds, which are fountains of goodness and love

To all, life Thou givest – to both great and small
In all life Thou livest – the true life of all
Thy wisdom so boundless, Thy mercy so free
Eternal Thy goodness for naught changeth Thee

Great Father of glory, pure Father of light
Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight
All praise we would render – O help us to see
‘Tis only the splendor of light hideth Thee!

Whate’er My God Ordains Is Right
Whate’er my God ordains is right:
Holy his will abideth;
I will be still whate’er he doth;
And follow where he guideth:
He is my God: though dark my road,
He holds me that I shall not fall:
Wherefore to him I leave it all.

Whate’er my God ordains is right:
He never will deceive me;
He leads me by the proper path;
I know he will not leave me:
I take, content, what he hath sent;
His hand can turn my griefs away,
And patiently I wait his day.

Whate’er my God ordains is right:
Though now this cup, in drinking,
May bitter seem to my faint heart,
I take it, all unshrinking:
My God is true; each morn anew
Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart,
And pain and sorrow shall depart.

Whate’er my God ordains is right:
Here shall my stand be taken;
Though sorrow, need, or death be mine,
Yet am I not forsaken;
My Father’s care is round me there;
He holds me that I shall not fall:
And so to him I leave it all.

Not What My Hands Have Done
Not what my hands have done can save my guilty soul;
Not what my toiling flesh has borne can make my spirit whole.
Not what I feel or do can give me peace with God;
Not all my prayers and sighs and tears can bear my awful load.

Your voice alone, O Lord, can speak to me of grace;
Your power alone, O Son of God, can all my sin erase.
No other work but Yours, no other blood will do;
No strength but that which is divine can bear me safely through.

Thy work alone, O Christ, can ease this weight of sin;
Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God, can give me peace within.
Thy love to me, O God, not mine, O Lord, to Thee,
Can rid me of this dark unrest, and set my spirit free.

I bless the Christ of God; I rest on love divine;
And with unfaltering lip and heart I call this Savior mine.
His cross dispels each doubt; I bury in His tomb
Each thought of unbelief and fear, each lingering shade of gloom.

I praise the God of grace; I trust His truth and might;
He calls me His, I call Him mine, My God, my joy and light.
’Tis He Who saveth me, and freely pardon gives;
I love because He loveth me, I live because He lives.

In Christ Alone
In Christ alone my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This Cornerstone, this solid Ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the love of Christ I stand

In Christ alone! – who took on flesh
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones He came to save
Till on that cross as Jesus died
The wrath of God was satisfied
For every sin on Him was laid
Here in the death of Christ I live

There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Bought with the precious blood of Christ

No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life’s first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
Till He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand!

Glorious Things of Thee Are Spoken
Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God;
He, Whose Word cannot be broken
Formed thee for His own abode:
On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation’s walls surrounded,
Thou may’st smile at all thy foes.

See, the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove:
Who can faint, while such a river
Ever flows their thirst t’assuage?
Grace which, like the Lord, the Giver,
Never fails from age to age.

Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear
For a glory and a cov’ring,
Showing that the Lord is near:
Thus deriving from their banner
Light by night and shade by day,
Safe they feed upon the manna
Which He gives them when they pray.

Savior, if of Zion’s city
I, through grace, a member am,
Let the world deride or pity,
I will glory in Thy Name:
Fading is the worldling’s pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show;
Solid joys and lasting treasure
None but Zion’s children know.

Whate’er My God Ordains Is Right

Dear Brothers and Sisters, Prayer will be held at the Brown Barn

Modern man has no place for visions like we see in Isaiah, where God Himself speaks to man, through man about man. It has no place for a holy man. It has no place for judgment. It has no place for cause and effect. This stark reality is challenged in our text for this week – Isaiah 1:1-9. It shows us that God does speak to man about his condition. But it was not Isaiah’s brilliance of insight that formed the message, but it was divine insight. Isaiah chapter one begins with the most important reality that exists in the universe – God sees. He sees through all the posturing and pride of man because He knows exactly what is happening. And not only does He see, he speaks to a troubled world. He speaks from the outside looking in. Further, He not only speaks, He also brings judgment. Finally, he preserves a remnant. Our text begins with a man, a vision, a summons, witnesses, and the accusations against a people in collapse. It is a sad story of a people who have revolted against the Lord, laden with iniquity and sick for it. But it does not end there for He reminds us that He will preserve a remnant spark from which His kingdom will continue glowing and advancing until that great gathering at the end of the age.

Scott Brown

The songs are as follows:

And Can It Be
And can it be that I should gain
An int’rest in the Savior’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain;
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me.
Amazing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me.

He left His Father’s throne above,
So free, so infinite His grace,
Humbled Himself because of love
And bled for all His chosen race.
‘Tis mercy all, immense and free
For, O my God, it found out me.
Amazing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me.

Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quick’ning ray –
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light.
My chains fell off; my heart was free.
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
Amazing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me.

No condemnation now I dread
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine;
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine
Bold I approach th’eternal throne
And claim the crown, thro’ Christ my own.
Amazing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me.

Grace Greater Than Our Sin
Marvelous grace of our loving Lord
Grace that exceeds our sin and our guilt
Yonder on Calvary’s mount outpoured
There where the blood of the Lamb was spilt
Grace, grace, God’s grace
Grace that will pardon and cleanse within!
Grace, grace, God’s grace
Grace that is greater than all our sin!

Sin and despair, like the sea waves cold
Threaten the soul with infinite loss
Grace that is greater, yes, grace untold
Points to the refuge, the mighty cross
Grace, grace, God’s grace
Grace that will pardon and cleanse within!
Grace, grace, God’s grace
Grace that is greater than all our sin!

Dark is the stain that we cannot hide
What can avail to wash it away?
Look! there is flowing a crimson tide
Whiter than snow you may be today
Grace, grace, God’s grace
Grace that will pardon and cleanse within!
Grace, grace, God’s grace
Grace that is greater than all our sin!

Marvelous, infinite, matchless grace
Freely bestowed on all who believe!
You that are longing to see His face
Will you this moment His grace receive?
Grace, grace, God’s grace
Grace that will pardon and cleanse within!
Grace, grace, God’s grace
Grace that is greater than all our sin!

A Broken Spirit
A broken spirit and a contrite heart
You will not despise, You will not despise
You desire truth in the inward parts
A broken spirit and a contrite heart

Lord, my heart is prone to wander
Prone to leave the God I love
Here’s my heart, Lord take and seal it
Seal it for Your courts above

There Is a Fountain
There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel’s veins
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains
Lose all their guilty stains
Lose all their guilty stains
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains

The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day
And there may I, though vile as he
Wash all my sins away
Wash all my sins away
Wash all my sins away
And there may I, though vile as he
Wash all my sins away

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow’r
Till all the ransomed Church of God
Be saved to sin no more
Be saved to sin no more
Be saved to sin no more
Till all the ransomed Church of God
Be saved to sin no more

E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme
And shall be till I die
And shall be till I die
And shall be till I die
Redeeming love has been my theme
And shall be till I die

When this poor lisping, stamm’ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save
I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save
I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save
Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save

Wonderful Grace of Jesus
Wonderful grace of Jesus,
Greater than all my sin.
How shall my tongue describe it?
Where shall its praise begin?
Taking away my burden,
Setting my spirit free.
For the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me.

Chorus:
Wonderful the matchless grace, the matchless grace of Jesus;
Deeper than the mighty rolling sea, the rolling sea.
Wonderful grace, all sufficient for me, for even me.
Broader than the scope of my transgressions;
Greater far than all my sin and shame.
O magnify the precious name of Jesus;
Praise His name!

Wonderful grace of Jesus,
Reaching a mighty host.
By it I have been pardoned,
Saved to the uttermost.
Chains have been torn asunder,
Giving me liberty;
For the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me.

Wonderful grace of Jesus,
Reaching the most defiled.
By its transforming power
Making him God’s dear child.
Purchasing peace and heaven
For all eternity;
For the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me.

Dear Brothers and Sisters, Prayer will be held at the Brown Barn.

We will be launching our study in Isaiah on Sunday and I will be giving an overview of the book. I would like to encourage you to read the first 12 chapters of Isaiah to get an overview of the first section of the book where Isaiah directs his prophesy to his own nation of Judah. It only takes about 50 minutes total to read the first twelve chapters. Then, in chapter 13 the Lord turns his prophesy toward various surrounding nations. Written in the 8th century BC, Isaiah prophesies the fall of Jerusalem in 722BC and the Bablylonian captivity later on. It is the third longest book in the Bible. Psalms is the longest, the second longest: Jeremiah, then the third longest Isaiah. It is primarily written in the form of poetry. It is a prophesy of God’s judgment, salvation and restoration. More is revealed about Christ in Isaiah than any other prophetic book. The outline of Isaiah is very simple. Chapters 1-39 focus on the coming judgment and woe. Chapters 40-66 focus on salvation and the comforts of the Lord.

Pray for the fathers and daughters for our upcoming Father Daughter Retreat. We have been informed by those operating the river that the waters will be too high for use, so we are planning to bring canoes over to the Brown property instead.

The songs are as follows:

I Sing the Mighty Power of God #128
I sing the mighty pow’r of God that made the mountains rise
That spread the flowing seas abroad and built the lofty skies
I sing the wisdom that ordained the sun to rule the day
The moon shines full at His command and all the stars obey

I sing the goodness of the Lord that filled the earth with food
He formed the creatures with His word and then pronounced them good
Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed wher-e’er I turn my eye
If I survey the ground I tread or gaze upon the sky

There’s not a plant or flow’r below but makes Thy glories known
And clouds arise and tempests blow by order from Thy throne
While all that borrows life from Thee is ever in Thy care
And everywhere that man can be, Thou, God, art present there

To God Be the Glory #56
To God be the glory – great things He hath done!
So loved He the world that He gave us His Son
Who yielded His life an atonement for sin
And opened the life-gate that we may go in

Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
Let the earth hear His voice!
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
Let the people rejoice!
O come to the Father thro’ Jesus, the Son
And give Him the glory – great things He hath done

O perfect redemption, the purchase of blood
To every believer, the promise of God
The vilest offender who truly believes
That moment from Jesus a pardon receives

Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
Let the earth hear His voice!
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
Let the people rejoice!
O come to the Father thro’ Jesus, the Son
And give Him the glory – great things He hath done

Great things He hath taught us; great things He hath done
And great our rejoicing thro’ Jesus, the Son
But purer and higher and greater will be
Our wonder, our transport, when Jesus we see

Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
Let the earth hear His voice!
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
Let the people rejoice!
O come to the Father thro’ Jesus, the Son
And give Him the glory – great things He hath done

How Sweet and Awesome Is This Place
How sweet and awesome is this place
With Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores!

Here every bowel of our God
With soft compassion rolls;
Here peace and pardon bought with blood
Is food for dying souls.

While all our hearts and all our songs
Join to admire the feast,
Each of us cry, with thankful tongues,
“Lord, why was I a guest?”

“Why was I made to hear Thy voice,
And enter while there’s room,
When thousands make a wretched choice,
And rather starve than come?”

’Twas the same love that spread the feast
That sweetly drew us in;
Else we had still refused to taste,
And perished in our sin.

Pity the nations, O our God!
Constrain the earth to come;
Send Thy victorious Word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.

We long to see Thy churches full,
That all the chosen race
May with one voice, and heart and soul,
Sing Thy redeeming grace.

Speak O Lord
Speak, O Lord, as we come to You
To receive the food of Your Holy Word.
Take Your truth, plant it deep in us;
Shape and fashion us in Your likeness,
That the light of Christ might be seen today
In our acts of love and our deeds of faith.
Speak, O Lord, and fulfill in us
All Your purposes for Your glory.

Teach us, Lord, full obedience,
Holy reverence, true humility;
Test our thoughts and our attitudes
In the radiance of Your purity.
Cause our faith to rise; cause our eyes to see
Your majestic love and authority.
Words of pow’r that can never fail –
Let their truth prevail over unbelief.

Speak, O Lord, and renew our minds;
Help us grasp the heights of Your plans for us –
Truths unchanged from the dawn of time
That will echo down through eternity.
And by grace we’ll stand on Your promises,
And by faith we’ll walk as You walk with us.
Speak, O Lord, till Your church is built
And the earth is filled with Your glory.

Standing on the Promises #410
Standing on the promises of Christ, my King!
Thro’ eternal ages let His praises ring
“Glory in the highest!” I will shout and sing
Standing on the promises of God
Standing, standing, standing on the promises of God my Savior
Standing, standing, I’m standing on the promises of God

Standing on the promises that cannot fail
When the howling storms of doubt and fear assail
By the living Word of God I shall prevail
Standing on the promises of God
Standing, standing, standing on the promises of God my Savior
Standing, standing, I’m standing on the promises of God

Standing on the promises I now can see
Perfect, present cleansing in the blood for me
Standing in the liberty where Christ makes free
Standing on the promises of God
Standing, standing, standing on the promises of God my Savior
Standing, standing, I’m standing on the promises of God

Standing on the promises, I cannot fall
List’ning every moment to the Spirit’s call
Resting in my Savior as my All in All
Standing on the promises of God
Standing, standing, standing on the promises of God my Savior
Standing, standing, I’m standing on the promises of God

Dear Brothers and Sisters, Prayer will be at the Burke home.

Our scripture study for this week is Matthew 27:57-66, where the scene changes from the CROSS to the GRAVE. The focus of this entire section is the grave itself, where the personalities and prophesies are displayed. All of the gospel writers give extensive attention to the burial of Jesus and how it was that He was laid in a grave. We often minimize the importance of the burial of Jesus even though His burial is explained in a total of 26 verses in the four Gospels. Matthew devotes a total of ten verses to this important aspect of the gospel message. First Corinthians 15:3-5 presents the importance of the burial, “For I delivered to you first of all that which I also received: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, 4 and that He was buried, and that He rose again the third day according to the Scriptures. As you can see, When Paul explains the Gospel, the burial was one of the three elements that form the structure of the gospel message. Jesus died and was buried. He did not give the appearance of dying – He died. He did not swoon. His body was not stolen. He did not escape in the night. His death was not faked. Of the many meanings of His burial, one sticks out to me as I write: By His burial you can know, in a very personal way, the power of the grave over you. In Colossians 2, the apostle Paul makes it clear that we have been buried and raised up with Him. His burial was our burial; His resurrection was our resurrection. We were “buried with Him in baptism, in which you also were raised with Him through faith in the working of God, who raised Him from the dead. And you, being dead in your trespasses and the uncircumcision of your flesh, He has made alive together with Him, having forgiven you all trespasses,14 having wiped out the handwriting of requirements that was against us, which was contrary to us. And He has taken it out of the way, having nailed it to the cross. 15 Having disarmed principalities and powers, He made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them in it.”

Don’t forget to pray for our Memorial Day Celebration. It is a wonderful opportunity to engage the community. Last year over 2000 people came.

Dear Brothers and Sisters, Prayer will be held at the Brown home.

As we continue to walk along the Lord’s journey of His vicarious atonement on the cross, in Matthew 27:27-34, we find Him continually subjected to humiliation. The trials are now over and the scene shifts from the hatred of the conservative religious establishment, to the punishment by the secular authorities. He is now surrounded by hundreds pagan mockers – the Romans. In the previous section Jesus was being confronted by the religious establishment who was desperately trying to prove His guilt and their innocence. Now, he faces a different kind of abuser, illustrating for us that the accuser of the brethren comes in various forms – some religious, and some secular. At every step, they are mocking His authority. this will continue throughout the chapter. In the verses following our text for Sunday we will see the by-passers blaspheme, v39-40; the Scribes scoff, v41-43; the robbers revile. In this way they are insightful. For it is His authority they hate. This is the common denominator of all who reject Christ. They are in essence despising the idea that anyone should tell them what to think and do. Yet the purpose of the mocking is to accomplish what he came to do – suffer for sinful mankind so that He would be “despised and rejected of men,” so that “by His stripes” we would be “healed.”

Please pray for Dan, Jason, Scott who will be traveling to Chesapeake Va, to deliver messages at The Masters Plan for Fatherhood. If any men and boys would like to attend this event, they may attend free of charge. Please let Scott Brown know if you would like to come.

The Songs are as Follows:

Notice this New Song:
Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted (New Song: Listen Here)
Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,
See Him dying on the tree!
’Tis the Christ by man rejected;
Yes, my soul, ’tis He, ’tis He!
’Tis the long expected prophet,
David’s Son, yet David’s Lord;
By His Son now God has spoken
’Tis a true and faithful Word.

Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning,
Was there ever grief like His?
Friends through fear His cause disowning,
Foes insulting his distress:
Many hands were raised to wound Him,
None would interpose to save;
But the deepest stroke that pierced Him
Was the stroke that Justice gave.

Ye who think of sin but lightly,
Nor suppose the evil great,
Here may view its nature rightly,
Here its guilt may estimate.
Mark the Sacrifice appointed!
See Who bears the awful load!
’Tis the Word, the Lord’s Anointed,
Son of Man, and Son of God.

Here we have a firm foundation,
Here the refuge of the lost.
Christ the Rock of our salvation,
Christ the Name of which we boast.
Lamb of God for sinners wounded!
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
None shall ever be confounded
Who on Him their hope have built.

Nothing but the Blood #337
What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
O precious is the flow that makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know, nothing but the blood of Jesus.

For my pardon this I see,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
For my cleansing, this my plea,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
O precious is the flow that makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know, nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Nothing can for sin atone,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
Naught of good that I have done,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
O precious is the flow that makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know, nothing but the blood of Jesus.

This is all my hope and peace,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
This is all my righteousness,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
O precious is the flow that makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know, nothing but the blood of Jesus.

How Deep the Father’s Love For Us
How deep the Father’s love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the man upon a cross
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no pow’r, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom

Behold the Lamb
Behold the Lamb who bears our sins away
Slain for us and we remember
The promise made that all who come in faith
Find forgiveness at the cross
So we share in this bread of life
And we drink of His sacrifice
As a sign of our bonds of peace
Around the table of the King

The body of our Saviour Jesus Christ
Torn for you eat and remember
The wounds that heal the death that brings us life
Paid the price to make us one
So we share in this bread of life
And we drink of His sacrifice
As a sign of our bonds of love
Around the table of the King

The blood that cleanses ev’ry stain of sin
Shed for you drink and remember
He drained death’s cup that we may enter in
To receive the life of God
So we share in this bread of life
And we drink of His sacrifice
As a sign of our bonds of grace
Around the table of the King

And so with thankfulness and faith we rise
To respond and to remember
Our call to follow in the steps of Christ
As his body here on earth
As we share in His suffering
We proclaim Christ will come again!
And we’ll join in the feast of Heaven
Around the table of the King

Emmanuel’s Land
The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of heaven breaks,
The summer morn I’ve sighed for,
The fair sweet morn awakes;
Dark, dark, hath been the midnight,
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel’s land.

The King there in his beauty
Without a veil is seen;
It were a well-spent journey
Though seven deaths lay between:
The Lamb with his fair army
Doth on Mount Zion stand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel’s land.

O Christ, he is the fountain,
The deep sweet well of love!
The streams on earth I’ve tasted
More deep I’ll drink above:
There to an ocean fullness
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel’s land.

The bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear bridegroom’s face;
I will not gaze at glory,
But on my King of grace;
Not at the crown he gifteth,
But on his pierced hand:
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Emmanuel’s land.