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Where Can I Go by Liz Vice

Where Can I Go, from Liz Vice’s album Save Me.


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Pachelbel’s Canon Played On Rubber Chicken

Even those long-suffering string players whose lives are plagued by Pachelbel’s Canon should derive some amusement from this rendition played on the rubber chicken.
The video goes for two minutes, and it’s worth staying through to the end.


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Be Ye Glad – Sunday Songs

A rendition of Be Ye Glad by Buddy Greene.
A wonderful day of worship and fellowship with God’s people.
Glad indeed.

The lyrics:
1.
In these days of confused situations.
In these nights of a restless remorse,
When the heart and the soul of the nation,
lay wounded and cold as a corpse.
From the grave of the innocent Adam,
comes a song bringing joy to the sad.
Oh your cry has been heard and the ransom,
has been paid up in full, Be Ye Glad.
Chorus
Oh, Be Ye Glad, Be Ye Glad,
Every debt that you ever had
Has been paid up in full by the grace of the Lord,
Be Ye Glad, Be Ye Glad, Be Ye Glad.
2.
From the dungeon a rumor is stirring.
You have heard it again and again.
But this time the cell keys are turning,
and outside there are faces of friends.
And though your body lay weary from wasting,
and your eyes show the sorrow they’ve had.
Oh the love that your heart is now tasting
has opened the gate, Be Ye Glad.
Chorus.
3.
So be like lights on the rim of the water,
giving hope in a storm sea of night.
Be a refuge amidst the slaughter,
for these fugitives in their flight.
For you are timeless and part of a puzzle.
You are winsome and young as a lad.
And there is no disease or no struggle,
that can pull you from God, Be Ye Glad.
Chorus.

Words and Music by M.K.Blanchard
© Gotz Music/Benson


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In Feast Or Fallow – Sunday Songs

Sandra McCracken’s In Feast Or Fallow is a modern hymn that seems to resonate with a lot of circumstances that people I know are going through.
Here’s an acoustic version by Sandra.

The lyrics:
1.
When the fields are dry, and the winter is long
Blessed are the meek, the hungry, the poor
When my soul is downcast, and my voice has no song
For mercy, for comfort, I wait on the Lord
Chorus.
In the harvest feast or the fallow ground,
My certain hope is in Jesus found
My lot, my cup, my portion sure
Whatever comes, we shall endure
Whatever comes, we shall endure
2
On a cross of wood, His blood was outpoured
He Rose from the ground, like a bird to the sky
Bringing peace to our violence, and crushing death’s door
Our Maker incarnate, our God who provides.
Chorus.
Bridge.
O come, Emmanuel
Come, o come, Emmanuel
Verse 3:
When the earth beneath me crumbles and quakes
Not a sparrow falls, nor a hair from my head
Without His hand to guide me, my shield and my strength
In joy or in sorrow, in life or in death
Chorus

Words and Music by Sandra McCracken
© 2010 DRINK YOUR TEA MUSIC (ASCAP). admin. by SIMPLEVILLE MUSIC, inc.


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My Soul Finds Rest In God Alone by Matt Searles

I have posted couple of other songs based on Psalm 62 here and here.
The words themselves invite frequent revisitation, and minister afresh each time they are meditated upon.
This version is by Matt Searles.

The lyrics:
1.
My soul finds rest in God alone
Salvation comes from him my rock
My one defence against the foe
He holds me firm no more to fall
How long O men will you attack
And break me down, and crush my soul
Their words are sweet but in their hearts
They feed on lies and curse the Lord
2.
Find rest my soul in God alone
The source of all my joy and hope
My one defence against the foe
He holds me firm no more to fall
The Lord most high sustains my life
A place of peace amidst the waves
O put your trust in God our rock
Pour out your hearts and know his grace
3.
How frail is man, just like a breath
Both rich and poor arise and fall
When wealth may come, preserve your hearts
Don’t set your hope on earthly gold
One thing O Lord you said to me
That you are good and you are strong
You will reward to every man
According to the things we’ve done

© Matt Searles 2016


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Redeemed, How I Love To Proclaim It – Sunday Songs

Redeemed, How I Love To Proclaim It is a song from the prolific Frances Jane Van Alstyne.
I could be the pastor of a country and western church, so here’s a rendition from Ernie Haase and Signature Sound.
Banjo alert.

The lyrics:
1
Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it!
Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
redeemed through His infinite mercy,
His child, and forever I am.
Refrain.
Redeemed, redeemed,
redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
redeemed, redeemed,
His child and forever I am.
2
Redeemed, and so happy in Jesus,
no language my rapture can tell;
I know that the light of His presence
With me doth continually dwell.
Refrain.
3
I think of my blessed Redeemer,
I think of Him all the day long;
I sing, for I cannot be silent;
His love is the theme of my song.
Refrain.


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We Belong To The Day – Sunday Songs (Queensland General Assembly Opening Service)

A wonderful service at a great facility to hear a clear message about the urgency of responding to Jesus’ call that prayer be raised up for workers to be sent to a waiting harvest field.
The opening of the Queensland Assembly at the Queensland Theological College saw the installation of Rev. Mike O’Connor as Moderator by outgoing Moderator Rev. Greg Watt.

Mike preached from Matthew 9 and reminded everyone present (and himself) that the call to reach out starts not with strategy or persons, but with prayer. Strategy and persons flow from God’s answer to that prayer.

Mike O’Connor (r) and Greg Watt

One of the songs was Michael Morrow’s We Belong To The Day.

The lyrics:
1.
We belong to the day
To the day that is to come
When the night falls away
And our Saviour will return
For the glory of the King is in our hearts
On that day we will be seen for what we are
2.
We belong to the day
Let us journey in the light
Put on faith, put on love
As our armour for the fight
And the promise of salvation in our eyes
On that day the proud will fall, the faithful rise
Chorus:
Strong as a mighty rock
Our refuge in the coming wrath
The heart of the bride belongs to Jesus, Jesus
The earth in its turning stops
To marvel at the Son of God
And all of that day belongs to Jesus, Jesus
3.
We belong to the day
We were bought with Jesus’ blood
Soon he comes as the judge
In the power of his word
We must tell of his salvation while we wait
For the day when Jesus comes will be too late
Bridge:
Oh, if ten thousand years go by we will wait
Let us tell of his great love, he will come
For his patience means salvation!

© 2006 Michael Morrow