And I said, "What shall I cry? All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field. The grass withers and the flowers fall because the breath of the Lord blows on them. Surely the people are grass. The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God stands forever."
"You who bring good tidings to Zion, go up on a high mountain. You, who bring good tidings to Jerusalem, lift your voice with a shout, lift it up, do not be afraid; say to the towns of Judah, 'Here is your God!'"
The Gospel Brings Tidings
Taken from the Gadsby Hymnal #524
Words: William Gadsby, 1773-1844
Music: Brian T. Murphy and Clint Wells, 2005
The gospel brings tidings, glad tidings indeed,
To mourners in Zion, who want to be freed,
From sin and Satan, and Mount Sinai's flame,
Good news of Salvation, through Jesus the Lamb
What sweet invitations, the gospel contains,
To men heavy laden, with bondage and chains;
It welcomes the weary, to come and be blessed,
With ease from their burdens, in Jesus to rest.
For every poor mourner, who thirsts for the Lord,
A fountain is opened, in Jesus the Word;
Their poor parched conscience, to cool and to wash,
From guilt and pollution, from dead works and dross.
A robe is provided, their shame now to hide,
In which none are clothed, but Jesus is bride;
Though it be costly, yet is the robe free,
And all Zion's mourners, shall decked with it be.
...But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the Town of David a Savior has been born to you..."
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