The Law and the Lion

I cannot stand before the Law,
Trapped between it and Satan's maw.
He's like a lion prowling round,
So when I stumble he will pounce.
I keep that raging beast at bay,
By giving him myself as prey.
I try to keep the Law assuaged,
By building round myself a cage.

My fetters I myself have forged,
My freedom is in chains adorned.
In license I'm consumed alive,
Prepared as idols' sacrifice.
Oh, Jesus, break apart my cage,
And silence my accuser's rage.
Come melt away my locks and chains,
And legalism that remains.

And arm me with Your hand's defense,
To drive that raging tempter hence.
Your righteousness buttress my heart,
To turn aside the devil's darts. 
Secure in Christ's identity,
And bound to Him at last I'm free.
Forgiven of my frequent sins,
Made right before the Law through Him

The Law and Testimony (Isaiah 8:16-22)

To the Tune of “Londonderry”

O Lord my God, dismayed I look around me,
And all I see is dark and anguished gloom;
While wicked men are wealthy and abounding,
And righteous men are sinking to the tomb.

CHORUS
But to the Law and to the Testimony!
But turn my eyes to gaze upon the Lord.
And there I find, when seeking Jesus only,
My sight is cleared, my heart is cheered, and I'm restored.

Lord bind my soul unto Your guiding scripture,
And seal Your law within my straying heart.
That with my children as a living wonder,
May be a sign that God has set apart.

So You may seek the wisest men or angels,
Apart from Christ, there is no light in them.
I wait on God, for He will yet untangle,
And show His face to those who hope in Him.

Where is This You Brought Us? (Hebrews 12:18-24)

O dread and sovereign Lord,
Where is this you brought us?
To Sinai, hard and scorched,
Through fire-flashing.
Tornado-winds and cloud,
Around Your person shroud,
With trumpet blasting loud.
Your voice in power roaring,
When Moses shook and trembled.
O dread and sovereign Lord.

O great and gracious Lord,
Is this where You brought us?
To Zion’s heavenly court,
With angels feasting.
Your throne on crystal sea,
Your face at last we see,
O Christ, unceasingly.
The Church of the firstborn,
With Jesus blood be-sprinkled.
O great and gracious Lord.