"Father From Heav'n" by Wesley Tyler Robinson

O' Holy Father from Heav'n,
Look on Thy sheep below;
Pardon our iniquities,
And let Thy love be shown.

Though before we have fled Thee,
And wander'd into harm;
Thy Lamb hath made us be free,
From hate and wrongful charm.

So lead us by Thy waters,
Chastise us by Thy rod;
Hold us by Thy loveliness,
And take us home to Thee, our God.

"In Death" by Wesley Tyler Robinson

In death when all Thy Saints depart,
To rest down by Thy side;
They are freed from all wickedness,
All sin, guilt, and pride.

When all Thy precious sheep lie down,
Thine hands shalt dearly hold them;
They wilt behold the precious crown,
The one of thorns bore for them.

Glorified before Thy throne,
We wilt stand in honor;
And adore Thy precious Son,
Whom will not let us wander.

"O' The Bitter Cup Of Wrath" by Wesley Tyler Robinson

O' the bitter whip and lash,
That tore through His very flesh;
Church, He hath done this for thee!
That thou may be at rest!

O' how sweet that crown of thorns,
Pressed on the Savior's head;
How He bore our iniquities,
And rescued us from death!

O' the nails put through His hands,
Pierced for our transgression;
That we may be with Him at last,
On earth and in Heav'n!

O' the pain, His dying breath,
Crying, 'it is finished!'
But then He was raised from the dead,
And His Kingdom wilt not diminish!

"Nought What Our Hands Hath Done" by Wesley Tyler Robinson

Nought what our hands hath done,
Can fulfill Thy Law's demands,
No works nor any moral,
Can redeem guilty man.

Christ hath the only works,
And the only true rewards,
Thus He may unite us to Himself,
The Sovereign Lord of Lord's.

His bitter death hath ran cold,
And brought us gracious merit;
His mercy drank the cup of wrath,
So eternal life we inherit.

His prayers the Father will always hear,
As long as on His throne He is seated.
What gracious Savior that we have,
Whom will always be interceding?

"In Time Of Olde" by Wesley Tyler Robinson

In time of olde,
Before foundations lay;
Eternal grace sought,
To put sins away.

In time of olde,
Christ came down;
He lay'd hold His Bride,
And let go His crown.

In time of olde,
Christ hath lived;
As our Surety,
And righteousness.

In time of olde,
He was crucified;
He suffered for sin,
To cleanse His Bride.

In time of olde,
He rose again!
He broke the chains,
Of death and sin!

In time of olde,
Before foundations lay;
Eternal grace sought,
To put sins away.

Psalm 88, Arrangement by Wesley Tyler Robinson

[This is an arrangement of what is seen as one of the darkest Psalms in Holy Writ. But this Psalm reveals the spiritual depression that David, a great man of God, dealt with consistently, and helps those who suffer from like instances relate.]

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Let me bring praise to You, O Lord hear my cry!
My soul is full of troubles, while near to Sheol I lie.
I am counted with those who go to the pit; a man who has no strength;
Like one set loose among the dead; laying slain in the grave.

Like one who You remember no more, I am cut off from Your hand;
You have put me in the depths of the pit, in foreign darkened lands.
Your wrath is close upon me; You overwhelm me with all your waves;
You made my companions in horror to shun me; shut in so that I cannot escape.

Every day I call upon you, O LORD; I spread out my hands;
Can the departed rise up to praise you? Do you work wonders among the dead?
But I, O LORD, cry to you; in the morning and in all the day;
Why do you hide your face from me? O LORD, why do you cast my soul away?

"Godhead Of Love In Christ Divine" by Wesley Tyler Robinson

O' Father of love, O Spirit of grace;
O' Son of God, show me Thy face;
Show me Thine mercy, sent from above;
O' show me, O show me, Godhead of love!

These wond'rous sins, that I call mine own;
Are in my wretched state, gloriously shown;
When Thou came and died upon that tree,
To satisfy Thy Father's wrath for me!

O' Holy of Holies! O Christ the Most High!
Never Thy grace, could I deny!
Come, O' Come and make flesh our stone hearts;
And never, O' never, from us depart!

In union with Christ our hearts set upon;
To worship Him at His glorious throne!
Our sins and trespasses on Him were driven;
Here then we stand, wholly forgiven!

"Deep In Every Sorrow Wrought" by Wesley Tyler Robinson

[A short poem; dedicated to the life of Brylee Grace Watson, the members of her family, and for the church as a whole; to spur on to the worship of the Lord & to ease of the consciousness of all who weep and mourn over the loss, but seek to trust in Christ alone and His greatness for our assurance, security, righteousness, and hope. We may cry & grieve over what has happened, but we will praise the Lord, for He is our righteousness, and now He holds this precious little girl in His sovereign arms.]

"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." - 2 Corinthians 12:9

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Deep in every sorrow wrought,
Through all of sin & death;
We weep for all our souls to spot,
Thy Grace in every breath.

Though Satan stands to buffet,
Though now we suffer and groan;
We praise Thy Son who reigns on summit,
Upon His glorious throne.

Though this world may be askew,
And evil madness soars;
Thy Sovereign face will see us through,
Still to Jordan's shore.

For in love Thy Son has found us,
And in love Thy Son has died;
In truth Thou hast shown us,
Thy love can satisfy.

So for every pain & prick,
From every Sovereign sore;
Let us praise the Lord divine,
And trust Him forevermore.

"Cry & Rejoice" by Wesley Tyler Robinson

[A poem dedicated to the praise of the Lord and to the edification of His Church; to praise and worship the great High Priest who has given His life for us, and still sits on His throne interceding on our behalf. Amen.]

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O how my soul cries out,
In this season of suff'rings.
My tears paint my face,
With tales of what a bitter cup brings.

But I know of One who suffered more,
And His love is never fleeting,
For He sits upon His throne,
Forever interceding.

O how Thou have loved me!
Wretched one I am!
Thy grace has spilled blood o'er me,
Without which I would be damned!

Thy eternal judgement I will see,
But rest with this great assurance;
Christ has shed His blood for me,
And is my great endurance.

O' my Savior, O my King,
Of Your Glory I will sing!
In Your blood, I have seen,
That You are my eternal plea!

O' King of Glory, O Son of God,
Forever wash me in Thy blood!
O Suffering Servant, O Lord of Peace,
Never let Thy blest salvation cease!

Thou gave me eyes to see Thee,
And ears to hear as well.
By Thy grace I will struggle,
And in the end all will be made well.

So despite my tears and sadness,
I will learn to say:
'Blessed be the LORD,
Who gives and takes away.'

"Upon That Tree" by Wesley Tyler Robinson

[To the praise of Christ and His glorious atonement, and ministry of reconciliation which He accomplished by His death, burial, and resurrection. By His glorious grace and imputed righteousness, we will praise Him to the end
of our lives. Amen.]

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My burdens have been reconciled,
Something above has set me free.
My soul has been justified,
By the one who hangs upon that tree.

His death was bitter, His blood was cold
But it saved me from the fiery coals.
Pain and dishonor he bore for me,
When He hung upon that tree.

I saw His tears, they were so sweet,
For this I bow at the Savior's feet;
His blood has spilled grace on me,
By being cursed upon that tree.

My soul was ransomed from the fall,
Though I deserve nothing, I was given all.
Love so perfect, I cannot speak,
Was shown to me upon that tree.

I have been rescued from the depths of Sheol,
For He drank the wrath of God in full.
So by grace, I pray men see;
And praise the Lord upon that tree.

"Ransomed Bride" by Wesley Tyler Robinson

[To the praise of God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, for purposing a mass of sinful men and women to be
purchased by the blood of His holy Son, in order to make for Himself a bride clothed in His righteousness alone. Amen.]
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Perfect, Holy and Just;
Thou art worthy of my trust.
Thy love was once far from me,
But thanks to Thee I see:

My life was cold and black,
Empty of joy and grace;
But thanks to Thee and Thee alone,
I see Thy wondrous face!

When worldly comfort is eviscerated,
In these tumultuous times;
I trust in Thy sovereign grace,
To restore my soul to the Christ divine.

Once lacking truth and full of death,
Everything seemed meaningless,
Til' Thy sovereign love poured mercy on me,
To show me Thy Son, who died for me.

So in Thy love Thou hath predestined me,
From Thy counsel above;
Christ's blood is what saved me,
To know Thy courts above.

I am evil enough at my very best,
So I will never boast in anything less;

Than Your mercy and Your grace,
Than Your Spirit dwelt inside;
This wretched teary face,
Which Thou hath called Thy bride.