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HOLY IS THE PROMISED ONE

Gospel Cassette # 271
HOLY IS THE PROMISED ONE
Holy Is The Promised One / I'll Make It Up To You / Stop The World / Holy Is The Night / I Come In A New Name / Listen To The New Thing / Hide Me Away / Moses In A Basket / The Son Of The Son / Won't You Come / The River Flows Down / Beautiful Are Her Beams / Ink On The Feet

HOLY IS THE PROMISED ONE
By Martha Miranda © 1995

Holy, holy, holy is the promised One
Holy, holy, holy is the Son of the Son
Holy, holy, holy is His hidden name
Holy, holy, holy is the promised One

We have been promised for so long
A child, a child, a child
We have been waiting for so long
For the promised One
We have been praying as we lay
Our brethren down in death
That their faithful watches bear
The image of a Child

Holy, holy, holy is the promised One
Holy, holy, holy is the Son of the Son
Holy, holy, holy is His hidden name
Holy, holy, holy is the promised One

They wait in death for the Child
They wait in the graves for the City
They wait for the sound of His feet
Upon the golden streets
We watch our lives dwindle away
Day, by day, by day, by day
But even as we lay our bodies down
We utter His hidden name

Holy, holy, holy is the promised One
Holy, holy, holy is the Son of the Son
Holy, holy, holy is His hidden name
Holy, holy, holy is the promised One

We have been promised for so long
A child, a child, a child
We have been waiting for so long
For the promised One
We have been praying as we lay
Our brethren down in death
That their faithful watches bear
The image of a Child

Holy, holy, holy, is the promised One
Holy, holy, holy, is the Son of the Son
Holy, holy, holy is His hidden name
Holy, holy, holy is the promised One

The slumbering dead utter a new name
The slumbering dead have not died in shame
The slumbering dead shall arise in new skins
Uttering the name of the holy One
Uttering the name of the holy One
Uttering the name of the holy One . . . . .


I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU
By Sonja Peterson & Martha Miranda © 1995

I have lost so many things
Family, friends and more
I have suffered pain on pain
Following after the LORD
For He leads in paths of sorrow
And down into the valleys of tears
And back again to face the mountains
That every day and night appear

I have cried till there are none
No more tears to cry
And I have hurt till I did break
From the losses down here
And I have wondered why
The hatred for the LORD, so dear
Causes men to hate me too
Because He is my LORD

And then a voice so still and pure
Echoes through my soul
I told you while I was with you
All the pain you would bear
I told you, Men would hate you
I told you, They would curse you
I told you, They would kill you
All because of Me

There is no loss too great
That I cannot make it up to you
There is no pain so fearful
That I cannot make you whole again
There is no sorrow so painful
I cannot cause it to be swallowed up
In just the pure joy that comes from Me
And bounces from Me to you

So let it all go, and hold on
To what replaces the pain
And let it all be healed over and over
In my love that flows down on you
And let your heart be always stilled
From the fears of the world
For there is no loss so great you bear
That I shall not make it up to you


STOP THE WORLD
By Martha Miranda © 1995

Stop the world and let me get off
Stop the world and let me get off

Wars and deaths and bloodshed
Hatred everywhere
Murder, rape, molesting
None are left or spared
Wickedness abounds
No truth can be found
JESUS aren't you comin'
To set us all free?

Stop the world and let me get off
Stop the world and let me get off
Stop the world and let me get off
Stop the world and let me get off
It keeps on a turnin' around and around
It keeps on spinnin' round and around
It keeps on fillin' up all the ground
With the dead all around with the dead
Stop the world and let me get off

Stop the world and let me get off
Stop the world and let me get off

Stop the world JESUS
Send the promised Heir
Heal the nations
Show the power
Silenced in the graves
Deceit and lies are all that's found
Even in the truth
JESUS aren't you comin'
With the promised, the promised Son?

Stop the world and let me get off
Stop the world and let me get off
Stop the world and let me get off
Stop the world and let me get off
It keeps on turnin' around and around
It keeps on spinnin' round and around
It keeps on fillin' up all the ground
With the dead all around with the dead
Stop the world and let me get off
Stop the world and let me get off . . . . . . . . . . . .


HOLY IS THE NIGHT
By Martha Miranda © 1995

O, little town of Bethlehem
We at Christmas sing
Hark, the herald angels sing
We at Christmas sing
Silent night, holy night
Round the Christmas tree
Gathered with the angels there
Round a holy manger, singing
Holy is the night

Then I heard the angels cry
All around Golgotha's tree
Then I saw the blood flowing down
From His hands and His feet
Looking down He said to me
Please remember Me
Take my body. Take my blood
Remember my death, till I come

Holy WORD, in thee we see
A Woman great with Child
And we hear the angels sing
And all of earth bow down
Silent night, holy night
Round the newborn LAMB
Gathered with the angels there
Round another cradle, singing
Holy is the night

Then I heard the angels cry
All around Golgotha's tree
Then I saw the blood flowing down
From His hands and His feet
Looking down He said to me
Please remember Me
Take my body. Take my blood
Remember my death, till I come

Holy is Golgotha's LAMB
All the angels sing
Holy is the Child of Christmas
All the angels sing

Then I heard the angels sing
All around Golgotha's tree
Then I saw the Child flowing down
From His hands and His feet
Looking down He said to me
Please remember Me
Take my body. Take my blood
Remember my death, till He comes

Holy is the birth to come
Holy is the night
Holy is the birth to come
Holy is the night . . . . . . . . . . . . .


I COME IN A NEW NAME
By Martha Miranda © 1995

JESUS said it! I believe it!
JESUS said it! I believe it!
JESUS said it! I believe it!
JESUS said it! I believe it!

JESUS said it! I believe it!
If they say CHRIST is there go not
If they say the CHRIST is here or there
Or hidden over there JESUS said follow them not
JESUS said, I come in a new name, a new name
I will not come in the name of CHRIST
JESUS said I come, I come in a new name
So follow them not

JESUS said it! I believe it!
He said another will come and He will judge
He will testify of Me with these very same words
He's the Heir and the Offspring
And the Son of the Son
JESUS said my Son will fulfill every word
Written of Him in the prophets and the pages
And anyone who receives this little Child
Sent of Me receives even Me, for He is my Son
JESUS said I come in a new name, a new name
I will not come in the name of CHRIST
JESUS said I come, I come in a new name
So follow them not

JESUS said it! I believe it!
If they say CHRIST is there go not
If they say the CHRIST is here or there
Or hidden over there JESUS said follow them not
JESUS said, I come in a new name, a new name
I will not come in the name of CHRIST
JESUS said I come, I come in a new name
So follow them not
JESUS said, I come in a new name, a new name
I will not come in the name of CHRIST
JESUS said I come, I come in a new name
So follow them not
JESUS said, I come in a new name, a new name
I will not come in the name of CHRIST
JESUS said I come, I come in a new name
So follow them not


LISTEN TO THE NEW THING
By Martha Miranda © 1995

O come all ye faithful
Listen to the old melody
We three kings of orient are
Listen to the old melody
JESUS said a man instructed
Into the Kingdom of GOD
Takes from his treasure both old and new things
Listen to the new and the old

She brought forth a Manchild
A new thing a new thing
She brought forth a new thing
She brought forth a Manchild
A new thing a new thing
She brought forth a new thing

I saw three ships come sailing in
Listen to the old melody
JESUS CHRIST and His Lady
Listen to the new melody
Jeremiah said that GOD will do
A new thing in the earth
Isaiah said it too
JESUS said it too
We would be led by a little Child

She brought forth a Manchild
A new thing, a new thing
She brought forth a new thing
She brought forth a Manchild
A new thing, a new thing
She brought forth a new thing
She brought forth a Manchild
A new thing, a new thing
She brought forth a new thing
She brought forth a Manchild
A Manchild, a Manchild
She brought forth a new thing

O come all ye faithful
Listen to the old melody
We three kings of orient are
Listen to the old melody
JESUS said a man instructed
Into the Kingdom of GOD
Takes from his treasure both old and new things
Listen to the new and the old

She brought forth a Manchild
A new thing a new thing
She brought forth a new thing
She brought forth a Manchild
A new thing a new thing
Listen to the new thing
She brought forth a Manchild
A new thing a new thing
Listen to the new thing
She brought forth a Manchild
A Manchild, a Manchild
Listen to the new thing
O come all ye faithful
Listen to the new thing


HIDE ME AWAY
By Martha Miranda © 1995

Hide me away
Underneath your limbs
O tree of life shelter me
Let your leaves overshadow my tears
And wipe them all away

Hide me away
From all earthly harm
O tree of life cover me
Let your strong branches
Safely hold me
High above the wind and storm

For men hate your name
And men hate you came
And told them they have to be
Changed from the sinful souls
That they were born
Into your heavenly frame

Hide me away
Underneath your limbs
Let your leaves hide me
Let your branches hold me
High above the earth till you come

For men hate your name
And men hate you came
And told them they have to be
Changed from the sinful souls
That they were born
Into your heavenly frame

Hide me away
Underneath your limbs
Hide me away
In your precious leaves
Hide me away
In your strong branches
Hide me away
Hide me away
Hide me away
Hide me away


MOSES IN A BASKET
By Martha Miranda © 1995

Dear LORD, I wonder why
You chose one such as I
To bear your name
And bear your shame
And lift your Son on high
Dear LORD, I wonder how
I will make it through the flood
The flood is coming, it is coming
And I wonder how

Like Moses in the basket
Hidin' in the water
You have a place prepared for me
But I still wonder why
You chose one such as I
And then I have to say
Even as I wonder, why
Why not me, LORD?
Why not me?

Dear LORD, why not me?
It has to be somebody
To bear your name
And bear your shame
And lift your Son on high
Dear LORD, why not me?
I will make it through the flood
The flood is coming, it is coming
We will make it through
The seeds and I

Like Moses in the basket
Hidin' in the water
You have a place prepared for me
But I still wonder why
You chose one such as I
And then I have to say
Even as I wonder, why
Why not me LORD?
Why not me?
Why not you and me?
Why not you and me?


THE SON OF THE SON
By Martha Miranda © 1995

A Woman was seen in the heavens
Great with child, great with child
And she brought forth the Manchild
A manchild, a manchild
He was to rule all nations
With a rod of iron
He was crowned as LORD
He was crowned as LORD

O, holy night, holy Child, holy birth
Come holy Son of the Son
Brought forth in the ending of time
The Son come, the Son come
The Son of the Son

O, Lady elect from beginning to end
Great with child, great with child
Formed by the WORD, in the WORD, through the WORD
A manchild, a manchild
He did judge on the hanging tree
That serpent in the garden, that deceived Eve
But the Lady elect does crush his head
With the Manchild, the Manchild

O, holy night, holy child, holy birth
Come holy Son of the Son
Brought forth in the ending of time
The Son come, the Son come
The Son of the Son

A Woman was seen in the heavens
Great with child, great with child
And she brought forth the Manchild
She brought forth a manchild, a manchild

O, holy night, holy child, holy birth
Come holy Son of the Son
Brought forth in the ending of time
The Son come, the Son come
The Son of the Son
O, holy night, holy child, holy birth
Come holy Son of the Son
Brought forth in the ending of time
The Son come, the Son come
The Son of the Son . . . . . . . . . .


WON'T YOU COME?
By Sonja Peterson and Martha Miranda © 1995

The day is here of GOD'S revealing
The thief is come and she is stealing
Satan's kingdom from the earth
Preparing for that holy birth

The Heir of salvation shall come
And He will rule His Father's Kingdom
And we shall see Him face to face
Will you be there to receive His grace?

O...... won't you come?
O ....... won't you come?
Hear the voice of the Father
Hear the cry of the LAMB
Hear the sounds of the Woman
O won't you come?

Are you watching? Are you waiting
For the Kingdom He's creating?
Through the Woman's loving sound
Bringing forth the truth to men

Are you praying to be worthy
That before the Child you might stand?
Or you making vain excuses
Hoping in the lies of men?

O...... won't you come?
O ....... won't you come?
Hear the voice of the Father
Hear the cry of the LAMB
Hear the sounds of the Woman
O won't you come?

O...... won't you come?
O ....... won't you come?
Hear the voice of the Father
Hear the cry of the LAMB
Hear the sounds of the Woman
O won't you come?

Won't you come?
Won't you come? . . . . . . .


THE RIVER FLOWS DOWN
By Martha Miranda © 1995

The river flows down
The river flows down

Down from the mountain
Down into the valley
Into the valley from the mountain I fell
Down from the mountain
Flowed His mighty river
Down into the valley
Down where I fell

But the river from the hill flows down
Down into the valleys of tears and pain
Down from the hill
The river flows down
Down into the valley
The valley of the shadow of death
The river flows down
The river flows down

Moses had his valleys
David had his valleys
Down from the mountain
To the valleys they came
We all have our valleys
Down from the mountain
Down into the valleys
We all come down

But the river from the hill flows down
Down into the valleys of tears and pain
Down from the hill
The river flows down
Down into the valley
The valley of the shadow of death
The river flows down
The river flows down

JESUS had His valley
JESUS came down
Into the valley from the cross He fell
Down from the Father's throne
Flowed a mighty river
Down into the valley
Down where He fell

And the river from the hill flows down
Down into the valleys of tears and pain
Down from the hill
The river flows down
Down into the valley
The valley of the shadow of death
The river flows down
The river flows down

And the river from the hill flows down
Down into the valleys of tears and pain
Down from the hill
The river flows down
Down into the valley
The valley of the shadow of death
The river flows down
The river flows down

Back up the mountain
Follow the river
Out of the valley of tears and pain
Back up the mountain
Follow the river
Back up the hill
Out of the valley of the shadow of death
The river flows down
The river flows down . . . . . . . .


BEAUTIFUL ARE HER BEAMS
By Martha Miranda © 1995

Beautiful are her beams
From sea to sky to sea
Across the plains
Across the fields
Across the waving grains
O, beautiful are her beams
From sky to mountain high
Across the clouds
Across the seas
Across the billows free

Not like a wall with names inscribed
Where men have died for freedom
Her form does cast a shadow down
Upon the sleeping dead

Beautiful are your beams
Holy cross divine
Reaching down into the sea
And up into the sky

Cross of life
Cross of glory
How beautiful are your beams
Inscribed with all the holy dead
Who gave their lives for thee

Not like a wall with names inscribed
Where men have died for freedom
Her form does cast a shadow down
Upon the sleeping dead

Beautiful are her beams
From sea to sky to sea
Across the plains
Across the fields
Across the waving grains
Beautiful are her arms
From sky to mountain high
Across the clouds
Across the seas
Across the billows free

Not like a wall with names inscribed
Where men have died for freedom
Her form does cast a shadow down
Upon the sleeping dead
Not like a wall with names inscribed
Where men have died for freedom
Her form does cast a shadow down
Upon the sleeping dead


INK ON THE FEET
By Martha Miranda © 1995

Footprints, footprints everywhere you walk
Over some and on some, around some and with some
Ink on your feet everywhere you walk
Everyday you live till the day you die

Fingerprints, fingerprints everything you touch
Everywhere and everything and everyone you know, O
Leaving your fingerprints everywhere you go
Everyday you live till the day you die

Fingerprints, footprints, ink on your feet
Over some, on some around some and with some
Footprints of ink everywhere you go
Leaving behind your finger footprints

The finger of God wrote the tablets of life
A living flame of fire on the mountainside
Burned in the stone on this earth
Commandments that could save our souls

Footprints, footprints everywhere they walked
Fingerprints, inkprints on the pages of the book
Over some and on some around some and with some
Footprints of the prophets holy feet

Fingerprints, footprints, ink on your feet
Over some and on some around some and with some
Footprints of ink everywhere you go
Leaving behind your finger footprints

Footprints, footprints everywhere you walk
Over some and on some, around some and with some
Ink on your feet everywhere you walk
Everyday you live till the day you die

Fingerprints, footprints, ink on your feet
Over some and on some around some and with some
Footprints of ink everywhere you go
Leaving behind your finger footprints . . . . .

Fingerprints, footprints, ink on your feet
Over some and on some around some and with some
Footprints of ink everywhere you go
Leaving behind your finger footprints . . . . .

Fingerprints, footprints, ink on your feet
Over some and on some around. . . . . . . .


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