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He is Risen Indeed!!

I met to get today's hymn up earlier so here it is Christ is Risen Today
Christ the Lord is risen today, Alleluia!

Sons of men and angels say, Alleluia!

Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!

Sing, ye heav’ns, and earth, reply, Alleluia!

Love’s redeeming work is done, Alleluia!

Fought the fight, the battle won, Alleluia!

Lo! the Sun’s eclipse is o’er, Alleluia!

Lo! He sets in blood no more, Alleluia!

Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Alleluia!

Christ hath burst the gates of hell, Alleluia!

Death in vain forbids Him rise, Alleluia!

Christ hath opened paradise, Alleluia!

Lives again our glorious King, Alleluia!

Where, O death, is now thy sting? Alleluia!

Once He died our souls to save, Alleluia!

Where thy victory, O grave? Alleluia!

Soar we now where Christ hath led, Alleluia!

Following our exalted Head, Alleluia!

Made like Him, like Him we rise, Alleluia!

Ours the cross, the grave, the skies, Alleluia!

Hail, the Lord of ea…

Good Friday- The Old Rugged Cross

What can I say?  Satan was defeated that day when Jesus died on that cross. Thank you Lord for your sacrifice!

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,

The emblem of suffering and shame;

And I love that old cross where the dearest and best

For a world of lost sinners was slain.


So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,

Till my trophies at last I lay down;

I will cling to the old rugged cross,

And exchange it some day for a crown.

O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,

Has a wondrous attraction for me;

For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above

To bear it to dark Calvary.


In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,

A wondrous beauty I see,

For ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,

To pardon and sanctify me.


To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;

Its shame and reproach gladly bear;

Then He’ll call me some day to my home far away,

Where His glory forever I’ll share.


Maundy Thursday

This day represents The Last Supper. Here is today's hymn marking that day,
Bread of Heav’n on Thee we feed,

For Thy flesh is meat indeed:

Ever may our souls be fed

With this true and living Bread;

Day by day with strength supplied,

Through the life of Him who died.

Vine of Heav’n, Thy blood supplies

This blest cup of sacrifice,

Lord, Thy wounds our healing give,

To Thy cross we look and live:

Jesus, may we ever be

Grafted, rooted, built in Thee.

Con­der’s orig­in­al text:

Bread of Heav’n! on Thee I feed,

For Thy flesh is meat indeed.

Ever may my soul be fed

With this true and living bread;

Day by day with strength supplied,

Through the life of Him who died.

Vine of Heav’n! Thy blood supplies

This blest cup of sacrifice.

’Tis Thy wounds my healing give:

To Thy cross I look and live.

Thou my life! oh, let me be

Rooted, grafted, built on Thee.

Palm Sunday Hymn- Hosanna Loud Hosanna

This hymn is my favorite Palm Sunday hymn

Hosanna, loud hosanna, the little children sang;

Through pillared court and temple the lovely anthem rang.

To Jesus, who had blessed them close folded to His breast,

The children sang their praises, the simplest and the best.

From Olivet they followed mid an exultant crowd,

The victor palm branch waving, and chanting clear and loud.

The Lord of men and angels rode on in lowly state,

Nor scorned that little children should on His bidding wait.

Hosanna in the highest! that ancient song we sing,

For Christ is our Redeemer, the Lord of Heaven our King.

O may we ever praise Him with heart and life and voice,

And in His blissful presence eternally rejoice!

Hymn of the Week- It is Well With My Soul

This hymn was written during a very difficult time in the hymn writers life. It has ministered to me many times and I hope it will do the same for you.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,

When sorrows like sea billows roll;

Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,

It is well, it is well, with my soul.


It is well, with my soul,

It is well, with my soul,

It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,

Let this blest assurance control,

That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,

And hath shed His own blood for my soul.


My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought—

My sin—not in part but the whole,

Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!


For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:

If Jordan above me shall roll,

No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life

Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.



Papa Richard Mummau posted this on the Amish/Mennonite Yahoogroup regarding idols and I thought the verse goes along with my previous post.
Colossians 3:5 (KJV)

5 Mortify therefore your members which are upon the earth; fornication,

uncleanness, inordinate affection, evil concupiscence, and ***covetousness,

which is idolatry***:

The word "Covetousness" just means "to always want more". The

opposite is "contentment".


I am not a sports fan at all. I found sports like baseball, football etc very boring. But what happened to paramedic Bryan Stow is just plain evil. Apparently these two Dodger "worshippers" attacked him after a Dodger vs SF Giants game (in which the Dodgers won by the way) severely beat him just because he is a Giants fan. He didn't instigate anything just walking with his friends after the game.
If a person can put their favorite sports team(or anything for that matter) over a human life then that person is has basically made that object an idol and their god.

There is a website set up for updates on Bryan's condition here:
He needs a lot of prayer and as hard as it might be to do this, pray for those two guys who did this. Bryan's website has a composite sketch of the attackers so hopefully the reward being offered will help bring them to justice.

Hymn of the Week

Each week on Sunday, Lord willing each week I will post a hymn from The Cyberhymnal with a link to hear the song.
This week's hymn is Stand Up, Stand Up for Jesus which is one of my favorites.

Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross;

Lift high His royal banner, it must not suffer loss.

From victory unto victory His army shall He lead,

Till every foe is vanquished, and Christ is Lord indeed.

Stand up, stand up for Jesus, the solemn watchword hear;

If while ye sleep He suffers, away with shame and fear;

Where’er ye meet with evil, within you or without,

Charge for the God of battles, and put the foe to rout.

Stand up, stand up for Jesus, the trumpet call obey;

Forth to the mighty conflict, in this His glorious day.

Ye that are brave now serve Him against unnumbered foes;

Let courage rise with danger, and strength to strength oppose.

Stand up, stand up for Jesus, stand in His strength alone;

The arm of flesh will fail y…