We stand amazed
We stand amazed
We stand amazed
We stand amazed
In the presence of your grace
There is no other place
But here where we seek your face
In the presence of your marvelous grace.
When we come to seek your face.
Lord here in your presence we stand in awe.
In your pure and righteous presence
On our knees we fall.
For we know of your deliverance
And we have heard your call
Now we declare your name as Lord of All.
And we stand amazed
In your presence in this place
Here alone we stand
By the power of your right hand
We are here to seek your face
Lord we’re here to seek
Lord we will listen as you speak
Lord we’re here to seek your face.
Anthony Foster
February 20, 2006
Lord, Won't You send Your Rain?
A hard stony heart can be changed to clay
Or crushed into dust, it can go that way.
There is only one who can understand that kind of pain
Lord will you send your rain?
A seed can fall on fallow ground
Or on the rich earth it might be found.
It all depends on the showers to grow the grain
Lord will you send your rain?
Send your rain to quench this dry parched earth
Send your rain to quench this sinner's thirst.
For your living water determines the loss or the gain
Lord won't you send your rain?
Lord won't you send your rain?
Pour down from the heavens to fill up the land
Drown us in a deluge by your holy hand
And cleanse these vessels until only you remain
Lord won't you send your rain?
Anthony Foster
February 24, 2006
Wildcard of Grace
I don't understand this old world
But when I think it starts to make sense
There's no correlation in the truth
But the truth has a consequence.
It's not the journey nor the journey's end
It's the one with whom we have to contend
This old world is fallen and blowing all to hell
And it's just a delusion to think that all is well.
You might think this life's a game
And you might make-believe and pretend
But if you don't know Jesus, there is just a bitter end.
The world is full of prisoners of war
It is that way now as it was before
But when the redeemer does His work on you
You become an agent of redemption in all that you do.
There’s a wildcard of grace
That God plays when He wills
And the game is not over, not over until
His last card is played
And His judgments are made
And every tongue will lie still.
It's not the journey nor the journey's end
It's the one with whom we have to contend
This old world is fallen and blowing all to hell
And it's just a delusion to think that all is well.
This life is not a game though
You might make-believe and pretend
But if you don't know Jesus, there is just a bitter end.
Anthony Foster
February 24, 2006
The Good, the True, the Beautiful
(Hideous Heart)
There is nothing good in me
And for all the good I'll do
It all adds up to be filthy rags
In God's most Holy view.
There is nothing true in me
A wicked man am I
I've falsified my very life
Exchanged it for a lie.
And when it comes to beauty
I have none of my own
There's ugliness and bitterness
In the image I have shown.
The good the true, the beautiful
Are things I never knew
Though I've been blind, still I can find
The good, the true, the beautiful in You.
So hideous and hollow
This heart within me beats
And who can know its insolence
And fathom its deceits
Lord You alone have known me
And not sent me far away
And you alone have shown me
A love that lights my way.
Whatsoever things are lovely
Whatsoever things are true
Whatsoever things are of good report
Will make us think of you
Whatsoever things are honest
Whatsoever things are just
On virtue and on praise we think
And in you we will trust.
The good, the true, the beautiful
You are forming from this dust
To make a noble vessel
Till Christ is formed in us!
Renewed in both our minds and hearts
Our old man is undone
Remade into the likeness
Of the image of the Son.
Anthony Foster
February 24, 2006
Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever
things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure,
whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if
there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
(KJV) Phil 4:8
Altar Call
We are living stones of a spiritual house
And a spiritual priesthood -We espouse
This final sacrifice for all
And so we sing this altar call.
Come to the sacrifice of the perfect spotless lamb
No other altar will suffice to save the souls of man
Come to the sacrifice the finished work displayed
Where God paid the total price-And there atonement made.
For its not by the blood of bulls and goats that salvation is bestowed
By the blood of the lamb we approach God's holy righteous throne
Now our high priest receives our prayer and knows our every need
So come to him and cast down your cares and He will intercede.
Yes He will intercede
We stand upon a foundation strong
We lift out voice and sing the song
Our cornerstone redeems us all
And so we sing this altar call.
Great High Priest we fall down on our knees
And see our souls released
By the God we've come to please.
Great High Priest, holy go-between
Our Priest, You alone redeem
A priest who is a prophet and a King
We bring to you our Holy Offering
Anthony Foster
February 24, 2006
