And the dragon stood before the woman who was about to give birth, so that when she bore her child he might devour it. She gave birth to a male child, one who is to rule all the nations with a rod of iron, but her child was caught up to God and to his throne. (Revelation 12:4b–5)
God who rescues, save this child, Catch him to your royal throne. From that dragon long reviled, Catch and keep him for your own.
Adam fell before the serpent, Still your plan was not undone. Gospel seed would rise usurpant, Save, as Seth, this little one.
You saved a savior from the Nile, In an ark of pitch and straw. As Moses from the crocodile, Catch this child from the claw
Always crouched and ever waiting, Satan seeks to snatch our young. God of mercy unabating, Save your daughter, save your son
Infant Jesus heard the weeping Of sad Rachel’s slaughtered sons. Still you kept Christ from the reaping, Likewise, save these little ones
Jairus pleaded for his daughter: “Come and heal that she might live” In his mending arms Christ caught her. Lord, today this healing give.
Whether whole and hale here with us, Whether with you on your throne, Saving Lord, this mercy give us: God who rescues, save your own
For this one, I wanted to write a manly hymn for the church militant, which is something I think is too rare in our contemporary songs (nobody sings “Onward Christian Soldiers” anymore, for example). I wanted a song that serves as a battle cry, rallying the troops and encouraging men to fight the good fight of faith and to live in a particular way. So this one is essentially addressed to Christian men and intended to be sung primarily by Christian men.
It’s set to DIADEMATA (“Crown Him With Many Crowns”) because I think its joyful, jubilant, triumphant tone is well suited to the words.
Come, Men of Christ, Be Strong To the tune of DIADEMATA (‘Crown Him With Many Crowns’)
Verse 1 Come, men of Christ, be strong! Stand firm, and hold your ground. Take courage: Though the battle’s long, The Victor has been crowned. Advance the cause of Christ! Once more unto the breach! Make sharp your swords and join the fight, For triumph is in reach.
Verse 2 Come, men of Christ, enjoy! God’s given all that’s fair. The things of earth are for your joy, Received with thankful prayer. Take heart, glad men, have cheer! Let loud your laughter ring! And live as rowdy cavaliers For covenant and King.
Verse 3 Come, join the Bridegroom’s feast! The table’s set to dine, Filled full with ale and fatty meats And rich with bread and wine. Lift up your glasses high, And toast, “No king but Christ!” Then eat your fill and fix your eyes On Him, our sacrifice.
Verse 4 Sing, men of Christ, sing loud: “Our banner is the Lord!” First in, last out, and laughing loud, We work for our reward. One day we’ll hear, “Well done,” And all our striving cease, But ’til our lifelong race is run, We’ll fight and laugh and feast.
And I heard a voice from heaven saying, “Write this: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.” “Blessed indeed,” says the Spirit, “that they may rest from their labors, for their deeds follow them!” (Revelation 14:13)
Bless’d are the dead who die in the Lord, Theirs is true peace, now, Christ their reward. Those who are his their inheritance gain: Rest from all labor, hardship, and pain.
Those left behind bear sorrow and grief, Theirs is the mournful cry for relief. Real is the pain, though there’s comfort in this: God brings his own to heavenly bliss.
Paradise waits for those found in Christ, Bread and fine wine for feasting unpriced, Tree bending low with its dozens of fruit, Waters of life to wet every root.
God for their daylight; Christ for their king. Saints ’round his throne incessantly sing. Christ for their ransom; forgiveness for sin. God for their father; Christ for their kin.
Tears have no place there, sadness no more, Grace for the weary, balm for the sore. God will himself kneel to lift every chin, Peace poured on all, all gladness within.
Ever immortal, ever with breath, Never again to taste second death, Sheltered forever from famine and sword, Bless’d are the dead who die in the Lord.
Whatever good I aim to do,
Whatever evil I have done,
My honor small, my virtues few,
My sins and failures — every one —
Are lived before the face of God.
We live before the face of God.
Although it’s calm and comforting
To rest beneath God’s watchful care,
It’s still a rightly fright’ning thing
To bear in sin his wrathful stare.
We can’t escape the gaze of God.
We live before the face of God.
In this they both were glorified,
As there before the Father’s eyes
The righteous Son was crucified.
Look, you, with long-lamenting cries
And see the bloodied face of God.
See there the suff’ring face of God.
I cannot earn what Christ has done,
His sacrifice was gift for me.
Now sighting me God sees his son
And leaves my sins on Calvary.
All this is only grace from God.
We glorify this grace of God.
So when our given time has passed,
When soul and body come apart,
When at the end we breathe our last,
All those who lived in Christ take heart:
You’ll die before the face of God.
We’ll die before the face of God.
But joy will greet us with the dawn,
When, from the tomb as from our beds,
We wake to see that night has gone.
Then lifting from the grave our heads,
We’ll rise before the face of God.
We’ll rise to see the face of God.
There clothed in Christ, our sins washed white,
We’ll sing to him loud songs of praise.
To God all glory, pow’r, and might,
The King of Kings, Ancient of Days.
We’ll finally face the face of God.
All stand to praise this grace of God.