Shwcase of Grace (Ephesians 2:19-22)

The Lord the father made,
In beauty, truth, and grace,
Creation thus displays,
The image of His face.
His image found in man,
His grace found in the church,
That we might understand,
That when for Him we search,
That He is manifest,
Within His church – His bride,
So we may see Him best,
When at our brother’s side.
Where two or more unite,
Then He is there with them.
If seeking after Christ,
Seek His forgiven men.
For if you hate His church,
You’ll never follow Him,
But you must love and serve,
Your brother, though he sin.
For then you will find Christ,
And then you see His grace,
His image in your life,
When in the church you’re placed.
The church is not His grace,
But in her is displayed.
We unity embrace,
That hell may be dismayed.
For then we show the Lord –
His unity in us –
Unto the watching world,
With every pride rebuffed.
Humility and grace,
And truth, and unity,
Are parts of Jesus’ face,
That in His church we see.

I John 1:1-4: Good News

This boundless, joyous news,
Extravagance of grace,
As lepers bearing food,
Unto a starving race:
Jehovah of the Jews,
To gentiles shows His ways,
And with His grace infused,
Proclaim this news in praise!

Who has always been,
Who we listened to,
Who we all have seen,
Who we touched His wounds,
The Word of life in Him,
Who came to me and you,
To take away the sin,
And in us life renew.

Incarnate life revealed,
In flesh before our eyes,
The covenantal seal,
Of which we testify.
And witness to what’s real,
That Jesus lived and died,
All brokenness to heal,
Who rose again to life!

Then we are joined to Christ,
And through Him partners made,
In fellowship, His bride,
And brothers in His grace,
That joy may full abide,
And joy be full displayed,
Then freely testify,
The grace you have obtained.

Leviticus 7:28-38: Wages

The work-man’s worthy of his wage,
And for his service prompt his pay,
Divine this declaration.
The wages of right are breath and life,
The wages of sin are death and strife,
Paid without hesitation.

Then raise the thigh and heave your cost,
And wave the breast – this sacred cross,
The wages of the clergy,
The sacrifice would pay it’s blood,
The meat was paid to priests for food,
All pointing yet to Calvary.

Where God’s own son was sacrificed,
He – lifted, waved – our savior, Christ,
His body our communion.
Our pay is Christ, His priests, His bride,
Our sacred food, our joy, our life,
And bound in holy union.

So raise your offering to the Lord,
Support the shepherds of His word,
The worship of your tithing.
A tribe of Levites, priests of God,
Our portion bought with sacred blood,
For Jesus all our striving.