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Receive the Glory

Not to us, but to your name alone be all the glory, the glory, forever.

For your faithfulness and steadfast love, receive the glory.
The glory belongs to you.

All that we’ve accomplished you have done for us. 

And any fruit we harvest is a gift from your hand. 

We are only jars of clay that hold a priceless treasure, 

And we exist to bring you pleasure, O God. 

Only by your mercy can we come to you. 

Though we deserve your judgment, you have called us by name. 

So we glory in the cross of Christ that made us yours forever, 

That joined our lives together to sing.

"Not to us, O LORD, not to us, but to your name give glory,

for the sake of your steadfast love and your faithfulness!"

Ps 115:1

Sovereign Grace Music

It is Finished - Bifrost Arts

Lately, I've found myself whistling "It is Finished"by the Bifrost Arts.
Great tune, greater lyrics.

When God's own begotten Son

heav'd His final sigh;

everything was fully done, 

hearken to His cry

It is finished, finished!

What more could He ever do?

Nothing either great or small, 

nothing can you claim;

Jesus died and paid it all;

only plead His name.

It is finished, finished!

What more could we ever do?

Lay your deadly 'doing' down, 

down at Jesus' feet;

Him and Him alone,

gloriously complete. 

It is finished, finished!

What more could we ever do?

There the robber! There the thief!

Gathered around they stand,

reaping now that bless-ed promise

nailed in to His hands:

It is finished, finished!

What more could He ever do?

Joseph Stennett Hymn XXXIX

His Life the Model be of mine; 

His Word the Rule to guide my Ways; 

His Cross the Death of all my Crimes; 

His Love the Subject of my Praise.

A stanza from Hymn XXXIX in Hymns on the Lord Supper by Joseph Stennett

Must Be Christmas Tonight

Come down to the manger, see the little stranger 

Wrapped in swaddling clothes, the Prince of Peace 

The wheels start turning, torches start burning 

Behold the wise men journey from the East 

How a little baby boy brings the people so much joy 

Son of a carpenter, Mary carried the light 

This must be Christmas, must be tonight 

A shepherd on a hillside, while over my flock I bide 

Oh a cold winter night a band of angels sing 

In a dream I heard a voice said "fear not come rejoice, 

It's the end of the beginning, praise the newborn king." 

How a little baby boy brings the people so much joy 

Son of a carpenter, Mary carried the light 

This must be Christmas, must be tonight 

I saw it with my own eyes, written up in the skies 

But why a simple herdsmen such as I 

And then it came to pass, he was born at last 

Right below the star that shines on high 

How a little baby boy brings the people so much joy 

Son of a carpenter, Mary carried the light 

This must be Christmas, must be tonight

*This post goes out to my Dad - 

who introduced me to the Band

and to the Prince of Peace. 

Thou Hast Made Me Whole

Jesus, I am resting, resting,

In the joy of what Thou art;

I am finding out the greatness

Of Thy loving heart.

Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee,

And Thy beauty fills my soul,

For by Thy transforming power,

Thou hast made me whole.

Jesus, I am resting, resting,

In the joy of what Thou art;

I am finding out the greatness

Of Thy loving heart.

O, how great Thy loving kindness,

Vaster, broader than the sea!

O, how marvelous Thy goodness,

Lavished all on me!

Yes, I rest in Thee, Belovèd,

Know what wealth of grace is Thine,

Know Thy certainty of promise,

And have made it mine.

Simply trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,

I behold Thee as Thou art,

And Thy love, so pure, so changeless,

Satisfies my heart;

Satisfies its deepest longings,

Meets, supplies its every need,

Compasseth me round with blessings:

Thine is love indeed!

Ever lift Thy face upon me

As I work and wait for Thee;

Resting ’neath Thy smile, Lord Jesus,

Earth’s dark shadows flee.

Brightness of my Father’s glory,

Sunshine of my Father’s face,

Keep me ever trusting, resting,

Fill me with Thy grace.

Scott's Top 7s: Hymns on the Atonement #1

Jesus, Thank You

The mystery of the cross I cannot comprehend

The agonies of Calvary

You the perfect Holy One crushed your Son

Who drank the bitter cup reserved for me

Your blood has washed away my sin, Jesus, thank you

The Father’s wrath completely satisfied, Jesus, thank you

Once your enemy, now seated at your table, Jesus, thank you

By your perfect sacrifice I’ve been brought near

Your enemy you made your friend

Pouring out the riches of your glorious grace

Your mercy and your kindness know no end

Lover of my soul, I want to live for you

Scott's Top 7s: Hymns on the Atonement #2

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

scott's Top 7s: Hymns on the Atonement #3

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 power 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

Scott's Top 7s: Hymns on the Atonement #4

Here is Love

Here is love, vast as the ocean,

Lovingkindness as the flood,

When the Prince of Life, our Ransom,

Shed for us His precious blood.

Who His love will not remember?

Who can cease to sing His praise?

He can never be forgotten,

Throughout heav’n’s eternal days.

On the mount of crucifixion,

Fountains opened deep and wide;

Through the floodgates of God’s mercy

Flowed a vast and gracious tide.

Grace and love, like mighty rivers,

Poured incessant from above,

And heav’n’s peace and perfect justice

Kissed a guilty world in love.

Let me all Your love accepting,

Love You ever all my days;

Let me seek Your kingdom only

And my life be to Your praise;

You alone shall be my glory,

Nothing in the world I see.

You have cleansed and sanctified me,

You Yourself have set me free.

In Your truth You do direct me

By Your Spirit through Your Word;

And Your grace my need is meeting,

As I trust in You, my Lord.

Of Your fullness You are pouring

Your great love and power on me,

Without measure, full and boundless,

Drawing out my heart to Thee.

Scott's Top 7s: Hymns on the Atonement #5

And Can it Be?

And can it be that I should gain

An interest in the Saviour’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?

’Tis mystery all: th’Immortal dies:

Who can explore His strange design?

In vain the firstborn seraph tries

To sound the depths of love divine.

’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore,

Let angel minds inquire no more.

He left His Father’s throne above

So free, so infinite His grace—

Emptied Himself of all but love,

And bled for Adam’s helpless race:

’Tis mercy all, immense and free,

For O my God, it found out me!

Long my imprisoned spirit lay,

Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;

Thine eye diffused a quickening ray—

I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;

My chains fell off, my heart was free,

I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

Still the small inward voice I hear,

That whispers all my sins forgiven;

Still the atoning blood is near,

That quenched the wrath of hostile heaven.

I feel the life His wounds impart;

I feel the Saviour in my heart.

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, through Christ my own.

Scott's Top 7s: Hymns on the Atonement #6

The Gospel Song

Holy God, in love, became

Perfect Man to bear my blame

On the cross He took my sin

By His death I live again

Scott's Top 7s: Hymns on the Atonement #7

NOTHING BUT THE BLOOD

1. What can wash away my sin?
   Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
   What can make me whole again?
   Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
   • Oh! precious is the flow
     That makes me white as snow;
     No other fount I know,
     Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
2. For my pardon, this I see,
   Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
   For my cleansing this my plea,
   Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
3. Nothing can for sin atone,
   Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
   Naught of good that I have done,
   Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
4. This is all my hope and peace,
   Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
   This is all my righteousness,
   Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
5. Now by this I’ll overcome—
   Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
   Now by this I’ll reach my home—
   Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
6. Glory! Glory! This I sing—
   Nothing but the blood of Jesus,
   All my praise for this I bring—
   Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

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Unexpected Hymns

I've collected here a selection of hymns from people you probably haven't heard playing hymns.
Some of these are updated and some are the same ol' tune.
One band that sticks out right now is Page CXVI (aka Autumn Film's hymn collection).
They've released over 20 hymns in their rock-folk-eerie-(indie?) style;
for any Copeland fans this is the Christian carbon-copy. I've got all three of their EPs - I highly recommend them. But they're not the only ones doing the hymns.
Take a minute and have a listen.
You might just find the same old words sinking in deep.


Page CXVI - I've Got the Joy
Alan Jackson - Standing on the Promises 
Sufjan Stevens - Come Thou Fount
Carrie Underwood - How Great Thou Art 
Page CXVI - Rock of Ages
Sufjan Stevens - Amazing Grace
Judy Garland - Battle Hymn of the Republic 
Johnny, June & the Cash Family - Will the Circle Be Unbroken

I didn't put Elvis - I figured you've all heard him.