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You are My All in All

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Music by Nicole Nordeman (wikipedia, website)

You are my strength when I am weak; You are the treasure that I seek; You are my all in all
Seeking You as a precious jewel; Lord, to give up I’d be a fool: You are my all in all

Taking my sin, my cross, my shame; Rising up again I bless Your name; You are my all in all
When I fall down You pick me up; When I am dry You fill my cup; You are my all in all

Jesus, Lamb of God; Worthy is Your name

Sung at Christ Church New York City on November 2
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December 17, 2008 at 9:15 am

In Christ Alone

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December 16, 2008 at 6:01 am

Angels We Have Heard On High

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December 15, 2008 at 11:45 am

The God in the Cave

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This sketch of the human story began in a cave; the cave which popular science associates with the cave-man and in which practical discovery has really found archaic drawings of animals. The second half of human history, which was like a new creation of the world, also begins in a cave. There is even a shadow of such a fancy in the fact that animals were again present; for it was a cave used as a stable by the mountaineers of the uplands about Bethlehem; who still drive their cattle into such holes and caverns at night. It was here that a homeless couple had crept underground with the cattle when the doors of the crowded caravanserai had been shut in their faces; and it was here beneath the very feet of the passers-by, in a cellar under the very floor of the world, that Jesus Christ was born. But in that second creation there was indeed something symbolical in the roots of the primeval rock or the horns of the prehistoric herd. God also was a Cave-Man, and had also traced strange shapes of creatures, curiously coloured, upon the wall of the world; but the pictures that he made had come to life.

A mass of legend and literature, which increases and will never end, has repeated and rung the changes on that single paradox; that the hands that had made the sun and stars were too small to reach the huge heads of the cattle. Upon this paradox, we might almost say upon this jest, all the literature of our faith is founded. It is at least like a jest in this, that it is something which the scientific critic cannot see. He laboriously explains the difficulty which we have always defiantly and almost derisively exaggerated; and mildly condemns as improbable something that we have almost madly exalted as incredible; as something that would be much too good to be true, except that it is true. …

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December 15, 2008 at 11:26 am

Take My Life

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December 8, 2008 at 10:50 pm

What Child Is This

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December 8, 2008 at 10:03 pm