Introductory pages - New Creation Teaching Ministry

7. His death is my plea;
My Advocate see,
And hear the blood speak that hath answered for me:
My ransom He was
When He bled on the cross:
And by losing His life He has carried my cause.
65 Geoffrey Bingham, 1919–2009
1. Angel wings, beating my face,
Forcing me into grace.
Dear eyes, loving my soul,
Drawing me to the goal.
Strong Word, piercing my brain,
Bringing me holy shame.
Painʼs cry, welling within,
Lifting me out of sin.
2. Red hands, clotted with blood,
Thrusting me up to God.
Angel wings, beating my face,
Forcing me into grace.
© 1943, 1981 Geoffrey Bingham, 1919–2009
Used by permission.
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Anon., Italian, c. 1815
tr. Edward Caswall, 1814–78, alt.
1. Glory be to Jesus,
Who in bitter pains,
Poured for me the life-blood
From His sacred veins.
2. Grace and life eternal
In that blood I find;
Blest be His compassion,
Infinitely kind.
3. Blest through endless ages
Be the precious stream,
Which from endless torment
Did the world redeem.
4. Abelʼs blood for vengeance
Pleaded to the skies;
But the blood of Jesus
For our pardon cries.
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5. Oft as it is sprinkled
On our guilty hearts,
Satan in confusion
Terror-struck departs.
6. Oft as earth exulting
Wafts its praise on high,
Angel hosts rejoicing
Make their glad reply.
7. Let us lift our voices,
Swell the mighty flood;
Louder still and louder
Praise the precious blood.
67 Charles Wesley, 1707–88
1. God of unexampled grace,
Redeemer of mankind,
Matter of eternal praise
We in Thy passion find:
Still our choicest strains we bring,
Still the joyful theme pursue,
Thee the Friend of sinners sing,
Whose love is ever new.
2. Endless scenes of wonder rise
From that mysterious Tree,
Crucified before our eyes,
Where we our Maker see:
Jesus, Lord, what hast Thou done?
Publish we the death divine,
Stop, and gaze, and fall, and own
Was never love like Thine!
3. Never love nor sorrow was
Like that my Saviour showed:
See Him stretched on yonder Cross,
And crushed beneath our load!
Now discern the Deity,
Now His heavenly birth declare!
Faith cries out: ʼTis He, ʼtis He,
My God, that suffers there!