At Emmanuel Westbury, we're almost at the end this year's Summer holiday club - Mission: Rescue! (the last installment will be this Sunday afternoon 1-5pm at Red Maids' and will be open to all). It was great to end yesterday by thinking about God's ultimate rescue mission - accomplished not by the blood of a lamb like in Exodus, but by the blood of the lamb, Jesus Christ.
Emmanuel Ashley Down are spending a weekend away together this weekend, do join in praying for them that they will come home tomorrow rejoicing in their place in this great rescue mission.
Here's a song that's been on my mind since yesterday when we cut into that toy sheep and watched its blood (ketchup) spurt all over the place.
There is a fountain filled with blood
drawn from Emmanuel's veins;
and sinners plunged beneath that flood
lose all their guilty stains.
Lose all their guilty stains,
lose all their guilty stains;
and sinners plunged beneath that flood
lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoiced to see
that fountain in his day;
and there may I, though vile as he,
wash all my sins away.
Wash all my sins away,
wash all my sins away;
and there may I, though vile as he,
wash all my sins away.
Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
shall never lose its power
till all the ransomed church of God
be saved, to sin no more.
Be saved, to sin no more,
be saved, to sin no more;
till all the ransomed church of God
be saved, to sin no more.
E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
thy flowing wounds supply,
redeeming love has been my theme,
and shall be till I die.
And shall be till I die,
and shall be till I die;
redeeming love has been my theme,
and shall be till I die.
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save,
when this poor lisping, stammering tongue
lies silent in the grave.
Lies silent in the grave,
lies silent in the grave;
when this poor lisping, stammering tongue
lies silent in the grave.
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