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The Easter Medley ~ Please sing with me! - A Sorta Fairytale
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Joie
Sun, Mar. 27th, 2005 05:08 pm
The Easter Medley ~ Please sing with me!

Happy Easter!!!

Some of you may remember last year I wanted to post a medley of Easter songs that some of my friends complied via email several years ago, but that I had lost it. Instead, I posted a reconstruction of it as best I could remember. lilac_bearry also made a post about favorite Easter music.

Since then, I have found the old Easter medley that was missing.



springdove began:

Easter medley…joyous!! Anybody want to sing with me?

“On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb. They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. While they were wondering about this, suddenly men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them. In their fright the women bowed down their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, ‘Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: “The Son of Man must be crucified and on the third day be raised again.”’ Then they remembered his words.” ~ Luke 24:1-8

Christ the Lord is risen today, Alleluia!
Sons of men and angels say, Alleluia!
Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!
Sing, ye heavens, thou earth reply, Alleluia!

Lives again our glorious King, Alleluia!
Where, O death is now thy sting? Alleluia!
Once he died, our souls to save, Alleluia!
Where’s thy victory, boasting grave? Alleluia!

Love's redeeming work is done, Alleluia!
Fought the fight, the battle won, Alleluia!
Death in vain forbids him rise, Alleluia!
Christ hath opened paradise, Alleluia!

Soar we now where Christ has led, Alleluia!
Following our exalted Head, Alleluia!
Made like him, like him we rise, Alleluia!
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. Alleluia!

Crown him with many crowns, the lamb upon his throne;
Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns all music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing of him who died for thee,
And hail him as thy matchless King through all eternity.


[Owen Meany’s favorite verse:]

Crown Him the Lord of Life, who triumphed o'er the grave,
And rose victorious in the strife for those He came to save;
His glories now we sing who died and rose on high,
Who died eternal life to bring, and lives that death may die.

Crown him the Lord of peace, whose power a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise;
His reign shall know no end, and round his piercéd feel
Fair flowers of paradise extend their fragrance ever sweet.

Crown Him the Lord of Love; behold His hands and side,
Those wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified.
All hail, Redeemer, hail! For thou hast died for me;
Thy praise and glory shall not fail throughout eternity.

In the bulb there is a flower; in the seed, an apple tree;
In cocoons, a hidden promise: butterflies will soon be free!
In the cold and snow of winter there’s a spring that waits to be,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.

In our end is our beginning; in our time, infinity;
In our doubt there is believing; in our life, eternity,
In our death, a resurrection; at the last a victory,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.

Morning has broken, like the first morning,
Angels are singing, like the first day.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning,
Born of the one light, Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise every morning,
God's recreation of the new day.

Rejoice-o, rejoice-o, wherever you are,
All who live under the light of the stars.
The mountains, the valleys, the rivers all sing,
“Joy, joy, joy, to the risen King!”

Heavy hearts are light today;
The King has chased our tears away.
So dance, God’s children, raise your voice,
Fly to join God’s angels in the sky!!

Rejoice-o, rejoice-o, wherever you are,
All who live under the light of the stars.
The mountains, the valleys, the rivers all sing,
“Joy, joy, joy, to the risen King!”

Celebrate Easter with a new song in your heart…a hymn of praise to the Risen King. Easter is my favorite holiday, and I wanted to share my joy with you!! If you want to sing with me…please!!!! PLEASE!!!! I love you guys…like, a lot…but Jesus loves you more…=-)

Kristi

“But Christ has indeed been raised from the dead, the firstfrouts of those who have fallen asleep. For since death came through a man, the resurrection of the dead comes also through a man. For as in Adam all die, so in Christ all will be made alive.” ~ I Corinthians 15:20-22

REJOICE!!!


Then I replied:

My Easter songs…

Jesus is Lord, my Redeemer.
How he loves me, how I love Him.
He is risen, He is coming.
Lord, come quickly! Alleluia!

What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear.
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!

Precious is He that cometh.
I will love Him, I will serve Him.
When He comes with shouts of glory,
I will join Him. Alleluia!

He was born to die on Calvary,
To redeem a lost humanity.
Conquering death, He rose triumphantly.
Now He reigns for all eternity…

Blue skies and rainbows, and sunbeams from heaven,
Are what I can see when my Lord is living in me.
I know that Jesus is well, and alive today!
He makes His home in my heart.
Never more will I be alone,
Since He promised me that we never would part.

Green grass and flowers, the beauty that surrounds me,
All make me aware of the One who made it all.
I know that Jesus is well, and alive today!
He makes His home in my heart.
Never more will I be alone,
Since He promised me that we never would part.

I’m not ashamed of the Gospel of Jesus,
For it is the Power that saves us today!
I know that Jesus is well, and alive today!
He makes His home in my heart.
Never more will I be alone,
Since He promised me that we never would part.

In these days of confused situations,
In these nights of a restless remorse,
When the heart and the soul of a nation,
Lay wounded and cold as a corpse,
From the grave of the innocent adam,
Comes a song bringing joy to the sad.
Oh, your cry had been heard, and the ransom
Has been paid up in full. Be ye glad!
Be ye glad, oh, be ye glad!
Every debt that you ever had
Has been paid up in full
By the grace of the Lord.
Be ye glad!

So be like lights on the rim of the water,
Giving hope in a stormy sea of night.
Be a refuge amidst the slaughter
Of these fugitives in their plight.
For you are timeless and part of a puzzle,
You are winsome and young as a lamb.
And there is no disease and no struggle
That can pull you from God, be ye glad!
Be ye glad, oh, be ye glad!
Every debt that you ever had
Has been paid up in full
By the grace of the Lord.
Be ye glad!

Not a word was heard at the tomb that day,
Just the shuffling of soldiers’ feet as they guarded the grave.
One day, two days, three days had passed.
Could it be that Jesus had breathed his last?

Could it be that His Father had forsaken Him—
Turned His back on His son, despising our sin?
All hell seemed to whisper, "Just forget Him, He's dead."
Then the Father looked down on His son and said:

Arise, My love!
Arise, My love!
The grave no longer has a hold on you!
No more death’s sting, no more suffering.
Arise! Arise, My love!

The earth trembled, and the tomb began to shake,
And like lightening from heaven, the stone rolled away.
Like dead men, the guards all stood there in fright,
As the power of love displayed its might.
Then suddenly a melody filled the air,
Riding wings of wind, it was everywhere:
The words all creation had been longing to hear,
The sweet sound of victory, so loud and clear.

Arise, My love!
Arise, My love!
The grave no longer has a hold on you!
No more death’s sting, no more suffering.
Arise! Arise, My love!

Sin, where are your shackles?
Death, where is your sting?
Hell has been defeated.
The grave could not hold the King!

Arise, My love!
Arise, My love!
The grave no longer has a hold on you!
No more death’s sting, no more suffering.
Arise! Arise, My love!


[We sang this one at the Wesley Foundation’s service this morning. It made me happy!]

God sent His Son - they called Him Jesus,
He came to love, heal and forgive;
He lived and died to buy my pardon,
An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives.


Because He lives I can face tomorrow,
Because He lives all fear is gone;
Because I know He holds the future,
And life is worth the living just because He lives.

How sweet to hold a newborn baby
And feel the pride and joy it gives;
But greater still the calm assurance:
This child can face uncertain days because Christ lives.

Because He lives I can face tomorrow,
Because He lives all fear is gone;
Because I know He holds the future,
And life is worth the living just because He lives.

And an Easter passage from C. S. Lewis:

“Yes,” said a great voice behind their backs. “It is more magic.” They looked round. There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.

“Oh, Aslan!” cried both children…and [they] flung themselves upon him and covered him with kisses.

“But what does it all mean?” asked Susan when they were somewhat calmer.

“It means,” said Aslan, “that though the Witch knew the Deep Magic, there is a magic deeper still which she did not know. Her knowledge only goes back to the dawn of Time. But if she could have looked a little further back, into the stillness and the darkness before Time dawned, she would have read there a different incantation. She would have known that when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards…

“Oh, children,” said the Lion, “I feel my strength coming back to me! Oh, children, catch me if you can!”…It was such a romp as no one has ever had except in Narnia; and whether it was more like playing with a thunderstorm or playing with a kitten Lucy could never make up her mind…

Okay, I think that’s enough.


And Dave McNelley added:

Quite, Hmmmm…what am I thinking of…

The Resurrection Sunday is what I have started calling it. I think of those springs where we went to Easter egg hunts at Christ the King in Orange Park, and about how I never found any eggs and my brother found many eggs. I remember that one year when I was six and he was about nine, he found this one gold egg. I never did like Easter egg hunts because they never added up. I was never good at finding eggs. I always came back with the plastic grass I left to search with. As I got older I loved them because we could go out and hide the eggs and watch them get found. I (with my temperament) helped one kid find a big bag that I buried underground at the egg hunt last year that my old Methodist church had. I haven’t been in my church in an Easter service in the past 10 years. Easter was always elsewhere. Now, I like kids, and cooking for them rocks. But I didn’t like egg hunts as a kid.

AAHHHH my roommate is tormenting me with peeps. He has sixty of them…somebody help him…

Hmmm…tunes…

One day a plain village woman,
Driven by love of her Lord,
Recklessly poured out a valuable essence,
Disregarding the scorn.

And it was broken and spilled out,
A fragrance filled all the room,
Like a pris’ner released from his shackles,
Like a blind man set free from the tomb…

We exalt you, Holy God,
Hallelujah,
Forever more,
Unto the Lamb…

They sent Him to be crucified,
The Son of God, the Sacrifice,
The final door from death to life,
Oh precious Lamb of God.

They nailed His hands, they pierced His side,
They watched the day turn into night,
The final door from death to life,
Oh precious Lamb of God.

Oh precious Lamb,
Lamb that was slain,
With your blood you spanned the gulf
From Holy God to man.

Jesus paid it all;
All to Him I owe.



Now it’s your turn. Share a song, a passage, a scripture, a story, a memory to celebrate Easter. Sing with me!

Joie

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Current Music: Joanna ~ "Be Thou My Vision"

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revdrsyn
The Reverend Dr. Syn
Sun, Mar. 27th, 2005 09:26 pm (UTC)

Halleluja.
For the Lord God Omnipotent Reigneth.
Forever.
Halleluja.

Blessed Assurance, Jesus is mine.
Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchased of God.
Born of His spirit, washed in His blood.

Your own personal jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who’s there

Halleluja.
For the Lord God Omnipotent Reigneth.
Forever.
Halleluja.


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ginnytoo
ginnytoo
ginnytoo
Sun, Mar. 27th, 2005 10:36 pm (UTC)
Easter

I'm so glad you found your original Easter medley. I enjoyed reading it/singing it again. Happy Easter!


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spanambula
spanambula
spanambula
Mon, Mar. 28th, 2005 04:08 am (UTC)
more Handel

I almost always cry at the end of this. The hallelujah chorus gets more recognition, but I've always been more moved by Handel's "Worthy is the Lamb" and the subsequent A-men chorus. If there's any justice in this world or the next, I'll hear it in the background when I get to heaven.

"Worthy is the lamb that was slain
And hath redeemed us to God by his blood
To receive power and wisdom and strength
and honor and glory and blessing.

Blessings and honor and glory and power be unto him
be unto him the sitteth upon throne and unto the lamb
Forever and ever.

Amen."


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sarynx
sarynx
Jared
Thu, Mar. 31st, 2005 02:00 am (UTC)

*goosebumps*


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brennakate
brennakate
He's always been faithful
Mon, Mar. 28th, 2005 01:45 pm (UTC)

Celebrate Jesus celebrate

Celebrate Jesus celebrate
Celebrate Jesus celebrate
Celebrate Jesus celebrate
Celebrate Jesus celebrate

He is risen He is risen
And He lives forevermore
He is risen He is risen
Come on and celebrate
The resurrection of our Lord



Hallelujah - Jesus is alive!

Hallelujah - Jesus is alive!
Death has lost its victory and the grave has been denied
Jesus lives forever
He's alive! He's alive!

He's the Alpha and Omega - The first and last is He
The curse of sin is broken and we have perfect liberty
The Lamb of God has risen
He's alive! He's alive!


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siriusnutter
siriusnutter
Siriusnutter
Mon, Mar. 28th, 2005 05:32 pm (UTC)

I know that my redeamer Lives,
What comfort this sweet sentance gives;
He lives, he lives who once was dead,
He lives my ever living head.



There are more verses but I am at School and need my hymnal to list them all. Look at my LJ later if you want the rest. :D I love this song!


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kookie_chick
Lauren
Mon, Mar. 28th, 2005 07:01 pm (UTC)

*clears throat*

He lives! He lives! Christ Jesus lives in me!
He walks with me, and talks with me
along life's narrow way!
He lives! He lives! Salvation to impart -
You ask me how I know He lives...
He lives within my heart!


...Down the Via Dolorosa
called "the way of suffering"
like a lamb came the Messiah, Christ the King
and He chose to walk that road out of His love
for you and for me...
down the Via Dolorosa all the way
to Calvary...

Christo Aneste!

--Lauren


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qtlitredheadgrl
Jenn
Mon, Mar. 28th, 2005 07:49 pm (UTC)

Where you there when they cruxifed my Lord?
Where you there then they curxifed my Lord?
O O O Sometimes it causes me to tremble tremble tremble
Where you there when they curxifed my Lord?

Where you there when they nailed him to a tree?
***
Where you there when they laid him in the tomb
****
But where you there when He rose up from the dead?
Where you there when He rose up from the dead?
O O O sometimes I feel like shouting glory glory glory!
Where you there when He rose up from the dead?


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