“… stood a Lamb as it had been slain.”


Thank You Jesus, thank You my Savoiur. Thank You my Jesus, Thank You my dear Lord. Thank You Jesus, thank You my Savoiur. Thank You my Jesus, Thank You my dear Lord.// Who is like unto Thee O Lord! Who is like unto Thee, O Lord! among the gods who is like Thee You are glorious in holiness fearful with praises doing wonders alleluia! 2x.

There is no one like You Lord, like You Lord like Jehovah. Yes! Father, there is no one like Thee, how wonderful are You like. Thank You for the joy that overflows in my heart, my God is good to me. Thank You Jesus for the agony that run Your mortal body for the salvation of my soul, glory be to Your Name on high. Your Name is higher far above other names, your Name is Jesus, Your Name is God. Blessed be Thy Name forever and ever. What a wonderful God we serve. Blessed are You Lord!

Father in heaven O! God! Hallow be Thy Name, let Thy kingdom come and Your will be done here on earth. Blessed are You Lord! thank You for not let His body suffer corruption. Blessed be Thy Name forever in Jesus Name.

Beloved, we are the Redeemed of the Lord, can you shout alleluia!!!!!!!!!!!! our God is faithful. Join me as we offer back to God our heartfelt song this moment.

I have joy like a river, joy like a river, joy like a river in my soul. I have joy like a river, joy like a river, I have joy like a river in my soul. Yes! Lord Your joy to me is overflow like a river from its bank, thank You faithful Father for what You are doing for the children redeemed by the precious blood of Your Son Jesus, let You Name be highly exalted in Jesus Name.

The death of Christ paid it all! Yes! the sight of His blood set me free from all bounds. It destroy all the yokes and burden in my life, it set me from bondage and captive. It set my feet on a solid Rock which is my Christ. My Lord Jesus, thank You for liberation of my soul. Thank You for making me to sit with You in heavenly places. Thank You for making me co-heir with You. Above all thank You for cleansing and purification that was done once and for all. No more annual cleansing by the high priest with the blood of sheep and goats. Glory be to God in the highest in Jesus Name.

Beloveth, come into the presence of God with a grateful heart, if is only worship you can alter all through this week that will be so wonderful for He gave His life in place of Your life. He died that you might live. He went to hell so that you will never be there. He took away from death its key so that you be with Him in eternity. Beloved, Jesus died that you will see God face to face and die not. Praise be the Name of Jesus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. Alleluia.

Beloveth, join me as we see the wounds of Jesus how heaven treasures it, come along for more insight:

Lo, in the midst of the throne… stood a Lamb as it had been slain.” Revelation 5:6


Why should our exalted Lord appear in His wounds in glory? The wounds of Jesus are His glories, His jewels, His sacred ornaments. To the eye of the believer, Jesus is passing fair because He is “white and ruddy” white with innocence, and ruddy with His own blood. We see Him as the lily of matchless purity, and as the rose crimsoned with His own gore. Christ is lovely upon Olivet and Tabor, and by the sea, but oh! there never was such a matchless Christ as He that did hang upon the cross.

There we beheld all His beauties in perfection, all His attributes developed, all His love drawn out, all His character expressed. Beloved, the wounds of Jesus are far more fair in our eyes than all the splendour and pomp of kings. The thorny crown is more than an imperial diadem. It is true that He bears not now the sceptre of reed, but there was a glory in it that never flashed from sceptre of gold.

Jesus wears the appearance of a slain Lamb as His court dress in which He wooed our souls, and redeemed them by His complete atonement. Nor are these only the ornaments of Christ: they are the trophies of His love and of His victory. He has divided the spoil with the strong. He has redeemed for Himself a great multitude whom no man can number, and these scars are the memorials of the fight. Ah! if Christ thus loves to retain the thought of His sufferings for His people, how precious should his wounds be to us!

“Behold how every wound of His

A precious balm distils,

Which heals the scars that sin had made,

And cures all mortal ills.

“Those wounds are mouths that preach His grace;

The ensigns of His love;

The seals of our expected bliss

In paradise above.”

Beloved, how precious will His wounds be to us? Silent dearly as mediate on the wounds of Jesus, the nails that pierced His hands and legs, the sword that pierced through His ribs, O! my good Master, thank You for going all the way for me to be where You will be. Praise Your Name forever and ever Amen!

Remain blessed in the Lord.