THE MEDIATOR
From The Valley of Vision, a Collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotions
O God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob,
We hope in thy Word.
There we see thee, not on a fearful throne of judgment,
But on a throne of grace
waiting to be gracious and exalted in mercy.
There we hear thee saying,
not ‘Depart ye cursed’,
but ‘Look unto me and be ye saved for I am God and there is none else.’
They that know thy Name put their trust in thee.....
All that were ever saved were saved by thee,
and will through eternity exclaim,
‘Not unto us, but unto thy name give glory for thy mercy and truth’s sake.’
Thou hast chosen to transact all thy concerns
with us through a Mediator
in whom all fullness dwells
and who is exalted to be Prince and Saviour.
To him we look, on him we depend,
through him we are justified.
Isa 45:22 Look unto me, and be ye saved, all the ends of the earth: for I am God, and there is none else.
Isa 45:23 I have sworn by myself, the word is gone out of my mouth in righteousness, and shall not return, That unto me every knee shall bow, every tongue shall swear.
Isa 45:24 Surely, shall one say, in the LORD have I righteousness and strength: even to him shall men come; and all that are incensed against him shall be ashamed.
Php 2:9 Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name:
Php 2:10 That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth;
Php 2:11 And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.
AMEN
Thro’ the shining gate,
Where the angels wait,
When the saints are marching in,
The redeemed shall come,
And be crowned at home,
When the saints are marching in.
When the saints are marching in,
When the saints are marching in,
Joyful songs of salvation thro’ the sky shall ring,
When the saints are marching in.
Parted friends shall meet,
On the golden street,
When the saints are marching in,
Spotless robes shall wear,
Victor’s palms shall bear,
When the saints are marching in.
When the saints are marching in,
When the saints are marching in,
Joyful songs of salvation thro’ the sky shall ring,
When the saints are marching in.
Ev’ry tongue and race
Shall extol God’s grace,
When the saints are marching in,
And the blood-washed throng
Shall repeat the song,
When the saints are marching in.
When the saints are marching in,
When the saints are marching in,
Joyful songs of salvation thro’ the sky shall ring,
When the saints are marching in.
“To the Lamb once slain,
But Who lives again,”
When the saints are marching in,
We shall offer praise
Thro’ eternal days,
When the saints are marching in.
When the saints are marching in,
When the saints are marching in,
Joyful songs of salvation thro’ the sky shall ring,
When the saints are marching in.
Oh, what a Joyful Day that will be, Shepherd-Lord! We Shall Sing to You Forever, O God, to our Savior Who Died for us. Glory, and Praises, and Honor, and Power, with Forever-Thanksgiving, we will Worship our King! Let Every Voice of Every King's Lamb Offer Sweet Praise to our Ever-Worthy One!
We Love You, Abba-Father, as we Pray in Your Son's Dear Name, amen.