I believe my steps are growing wearier each day
Still I’ve got a journey on my mind
Lures of this old world have ceased to make me wanna stay
And my one regret is leaving you behind.

If it proves to be his will that I am first to go
And somehow I’ll be feeling it will be
When it comes your times to travel like wise don’t feel lost
For I will be the first one that you’ll see.

And I’ll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan
I’ll be waiting drawing pictures in the sand
And when I see you coming I will rise up with the shout
And come running through he shallow waters reaching for your hand.

Through this life we’ve labored hard to earn our meager fare
It’s brought us trembling hands and failing eyes
I’ll just rest here on this shore and turn my eyes away
Until you come then we’ll see paradise.

And I’ll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan
I’ll be waiting drawing pictures in the sand
And when I see you coming I will rise up with the shout
And come running through he shallow waters reaching for your hand.

And I’ll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan
I’ll be waiting drawing pictures in the sand
And when I see you coming I will rise up with the shout
And come running through he shallow waters reaching for your hand…

There’s a man in here who turns water to wine
And He walks on the water and gives sight to the blind
And He gives back life to the ones that’s dead
And He fed four thousand with seven loaves of bread.

There’s a man in here who makes demons flee
Who makes cripples walk and He’s chosen even me
For He lives in my heart and I’ll have no fear
I’m a better man cause there’s a man in here.

There’s man in here that I’m lookin’ for
Cried a man who could find no room at the door
So they lowered him down on a stretcher bed
And Jesus looked at him and said:

“All your sins are all now gone this day
Take up your bed and go your way”
And as he walked through the crowd they heard him declare
“I can tell you all there’s a man in there”.

There’s a man in here the Disciples cried
When the ship was tossed from side to side
So they woke Him up as the waves blew high
And said “don’t you care that we’re about to die”.

And He said “Peace be still” and when the wind had laid
He said “Where’s your faith? Why were you so afraid?”
And when they saw that the sea was smooth and clear
They said “thank you God that the man’s in here”.

There’s a man in here who turns water to wine
And He walks on the water and gives sight to the blind.
And He gives back life to the one’s that’s dead
And He fed four thousand with seven loaves of bread

There’s a man in here who makes demons flee
Who makes cripples walk and has chosen even me.
For He lives in my heart and I’ll have no fear.
I’m a better man ’cause there’s a man in here.

I’m a better man ’cause there’s a man in here…

I know not why God’s wondrous grace
To me He hath made known,
Nor why, unworthy, Christ in love
Redeemed me for His own.

Refrain

But I know Whom I have believed,
And am persuaded that He is able
To keep that which I’ve committed
Unto Him against that day.

I know not how this saving faith
To me He did impart,
Nor how believing in His Word
Wrought peace within my heart.

Refrain

I know not how the Spirit moves,
Convincing us of sin,
Revealing Jesus through the Word,
Creating faith in Him.

Refrain

I know not what of good or ill
May be reserved for me,
Of weary ways or golden days,
Before His face I see.

Refrain

I know not when my Lord may come,
At night or noonday fair,
Nor if I walk the vale with Him,
Or meet Him in the air.

Refrain

(music score ch entry)

You are my strength when I am weak
You are the treasure that I seek
You are my all in all
I’m seeking You like a precious jewel
Lord, to give up I’d be a fool
You are my all in all

Jesus, Lamb of God
Holy is Your name
Jesus, Lamb of God
Holy is Your name

Taking my cross my sin my shame
Raising again I praise Your name
You are my all in all
When I fall down You pick me up
When I run dry You fill my cup
You are my all in all

Jesus, Lamb of God
Holy is Your name
Jesus, Lamb of God
Holy is Your name

Jesus, Lamb of God
Holy is Your name
Jesus, Lamb of God
Holy is Your name

You are my strength when I am weak
You are the treasure that I seek
You are my all in all
When I fall down You pick me up
When I run dry You fill my cup
You are my all in all

Jesus, Lamb of God
Holy is Your name, lets go
Jesus, Lamb of God
Holy is Your name

Chorus
Thus saith the Lord:
Since you refuse to free my people
All through the land of Egypt…

I send a pestilence and plague
Into your house, into your bed
Into your streams, into your streets
Into your drink, into your bread
Upon your cattle, on your sheep
Upon your oxen in your field
Into your dreams, into your sleep
Until you break, until you yield
I send the swarm, I send the horde
Thus saith the Lord

Moses
Once I called you brother
Once I thought the chance
to make you laugh
Was all I ever wanted…

Chorus
I send the thunder from the sky
I send the fire raining down

Moses
And even now I wish that God
had chose another
Serving s your foe on his behalf
Is the last thing that I wanted…

Chorus
I send a hail of burning ice
On ev`ry field, on ev`ry town

Moses
This was my home
All this pain and devastation
How it tortures me inside
All the innocent who suffer
From your stubbornness and pride…

Chorus
I send the locusts on a wind
Such as the world has never seen
On ev`ry leaf, on ev`ry stalk
Until there`s nothing left of green
I send my scourge, I send my sword
Thus saith the Lord!

Moses
You who I called brother
Why must you call down another blow?

Chorus
I send my scourge, I send my sword

Moses
Let my people go

Moses and Chorus
Thus saith the Lord

Rameses
You who I called brother
How could you have come to hate me so?
Is this what you wanted?

Chorus
I send the swarm, I send the horde…

Rameses
Then let my heart be hardened
And never mind how high the cost may grow
This will still be so:
I will never let your people go…

Chorus
Thus saith the Lord:

Moses
Thus saith the Lord:

Rameses
I will not…

Moses, Rameses, and Chorus
Let your (my) people go

When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound, and time shall be no more,
And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair;
When the saved of earth shall gather over on the other shore,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

Refrain

When the roll is called up yonder,
When the roll is called up yonder,
When the roll is called up yonder,
When the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

Refrain

On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise,
And the glory of His resurrection share;
When His chosen ones shall gather to their home beyond the skies,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

Refrain

Let us labor for the Master from the dawn till setting sun,
Let us talk of all His wondrous love and care;
Then when all of life is over, and our work on earth is done,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

Refrain

(ch entry)

I’ve been a wild rover for many’s the year,
I’ve spent all my money on whiskey and beer.
But now I’m returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more.

Chorus:

And it’s No, Nay, never,
No, nay never no more,
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more.

I went into an alehouse I used to frequent
And I told the landlady me money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me “Nay,
Such a custom as your’s I can have any day!”

Chorus

I then took from my pocket ten sov’reigns bright
And the landlady’s eyes opened wide with delight.
She said “I have whiskeys, and wines of the best,
And the words that I told you were only in jest!”

Chorus

I’ll go home to my parents, confess what I’ve done
And I’ll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And when they’ve caressed me as often before
I never will play the wild rover no more.

Chorus (3x)

Well, how do you do, young William McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while in the warm summer sun,
I’ve been walking all day, and I’m nearly done.
And I see from your gravestone, you were only nineteen
When you joined the great fallen in nineteen sixteen
Well, I hope you died quick, and I hope you died clean,
Or Willie McBride was it slow and obscene?

Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they play the death march, as they lowered you down?
Did the band play ‘The Last Post and Chorus’?
Did the pipes play ‘The Flowers of the Forest’?

And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind,
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined?
And, though you died back in nineteen sixteen,
To that loyal heart, you’re forever nineteen?
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane,
In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame?

Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they play the death march, as they lowered you down?
Did the band play ‘The Last Post and Chorus’?
Did the pipes play ‘The Flowers of the Forest’?

The sun’s shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow,
No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard that’s still No Man’s Land,
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man’s blind indifference to his fellow man,
And a whole generation lies butchered and damned

Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they play the death march, as they lowered you down?
Did the band play ‘The Last Post and Chorus’?
Did the pipes play ‘The Flowers of the Forest’?

And I can’t help but wonder, now Willie McBride,
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you The Cause?
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame,
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
For Willie McBride, it all happened again.
And again, and again, and again, and again.

Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they play the death march, as they lowered you down?
Did the band play ‘The Last Post and Chorus’?
Did the pipes play ‘The Flowers of the Forest’?

After posting one of my fiancée’s favorites, I thought I’d post one of mine. I’ve decided to this a regular feature – a weekly (ish) song post.

Lyrics from wikipedia.

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His day is marching on.

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
“As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on.”

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Since God is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat:
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
While God is marching on.

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is Succour to the brave,
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time His slave,
Our God is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.

(music midi)

This is one of my fiancée’s favorite songs. Enjoy, sweetie

I’m just a poor wayfaring pilgrim
trav’ling through this world of woe.
there’s no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright world to which I go.
I’m going there to meet my father
I’m going there no more to roam;
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home.

I know dark clouds will gather o’er me
I know my pathway’s rough and steep;
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more shall weep.
I’m going there to see my mother
She said she’d meet me when I come
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home.

I’ll soon be free from every trial
This form will rest beneath the sod
I’ll drop my cross of self denial,
And enter in my home with God.
I’m going there to see my Saviour
Who shed for me His precious blood
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home.

I want to wear a crown of glory
When I get home to that bright land
I want to shout Salvation’s story
In concert with that bloodwashed band.
I’m going there to meet my Saviour
To sing His praises forevermore
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home

(the music is available in midi form from cyberhymnal.org)