Shane&Shane Lyrics: Before the throne

The lyrics to this song caught my ear last night.  They said it was an old hymn with some added.  From their latest album: Pages.

Before The Throne

Before the throne of God above
I have a strong and perfect plea
A great high Priest who’s name is Love
Who ever lives and pleads for me

My name is graven on His hand
My name is written on His heart
I know that while in heaven He stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart

When satan tempts me to despair
and tells me of the guilt within
upward I look and see Him there
Who made an end of all my sin

Because a sinless Savior died
my sinful soul is counted free
For God the just is satisfied
to look on Him and pardon me

Hallelujah
Praise the One Risen Son of God.

Behold Him there, the risen Lamb
My perfect spotless righteousness
The great unchangeable I AM
The King of Glory and of grace

One in Himself, I cannot die
My soul is purchased by His blood
My life is hid with Christ on high
With Christ my Savior and my God

Listening…

I’m loving the Robbie Seay Band these days…

 from Give Yourself Away, the first part of New Day:

I’m gonna sing this song
To let you know that you’re not alone
And if you’re like me
You need hope, coffee, and melody
So sit back down
Let the world keep spinning ‘round
For yesterday’s gone and today is waiting on you to show your faceIt might not be
The prettiest thing that you’ll ever see
But it’s a new day, oh baby, it’s a new day
And it might not look like
A beautiful sunrise
But it’s a new day, oh baby, it’s a new day

Love that line – hope, coffee and melody…

Yahweh

This song came on the IPOD as I was trying to fall asleep for my afternoon nap earlier today… very nice song – I know it’s not Every New Day Nic, but it’s one of my favorite for worship experiences…
U2 LYRICS

“Yahweh”

Take these shoes
Click clacking down some dead end street
Take these shoes
And make them fit
Take this shirt
Polyester white trash made in nowhere
Take this shirt
And make it clean, clean
Take this soul
Stranded in some skin and bones
Take this soul
And make it sing

Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, Yahweh
Still I’m waiting for the dawn

Take these hands
Teach them what to carry
Take these hands
Don’t make a fist
Take this mouth
So quick to criticise
Take this mouth
Give it a kiss

Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, Yahweh
Still I’m waiting for the dawn

Still waiting for the dawn, the sun is coming up
The sun is coming up on the ocean
This love is like a drop in the ocean
This love is like a drop in the ocean

Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, tell me now
Why the dark before the dawn?

Take this city
A city should be shining on a hill
Take this city
If it be your will
What no man can own, no man can take
Take this heart
Take this heart
Take this heart
And make it break

Andrew Peterson Hidden Track: Little Alba

Little Alba how’s the sun in south America
does it shine upon the faces of the poor?
Do they see in it the brilliance of the place that’s been prepared
dwell upon the hope of what’s in store
or are they just like me do they only see an opportunity to complain about the heat

and little alba how’s the rain in South America
does it fall upon the roof tops of the sick
do they thank the lord for coming up with such a great idea
and dream about a place beyond all this
or are they just like us do they gripe and fuss
about the rain and mud when they’ve had too much?

Cause I’m just a little jealous
of the nothing that you have
you’re unfettered by the wealth of
the world that we pretend that’s going to last

well I’m weary of the spoils of my ambition
and I’m shackled by the comfort of my couch
well I wish I had the courage to deny these of my self
and start to store my treasure in the clouds
for this is not my home
I do not belong where the antelope and the buffalo roam

Cause I’m just a little jealous of the nothing that you have
you’re unfettered by the wealth of
the world that we pretend that’s going to last
They say God’s blessed us with plenty
I say you’re blessed with poverty
cause you never stop to wonder
whether earth is just a little better than the land of the free

so I hope you’re safe and dry in South America
cause I’m feeling pretty good in Tennessee
may you never be so happy that you forget about your home
your home in the land of the free