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Beggar

by Luke Morton

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1.
A pilgrim and a stranger, I journey here below; Far distant is my country, The home to which I go. Here I must toil and travail, Oft weary and oppressed, But there my God shall lead me To everlasting rest. There I shall dwell forever, No more a stranger guest, With all Thy blood-bought children In everlasting rest, The pilgrim toils forgotten, The pilgrim conflicts o'er, All earthly griefs behind us, Eternal joys before! So I must hasten forward,  Thank God, the end will come! This land of passing shadows Is not my destined home Oh everlasting city, Jerusalem, descend! There Jesus reigns in splendor And glory without end.  Oh everlasting city,  Jerusalem, descend! There Jesus reigns in splendor And glory without end.  Oh glory without end Oh glory without end Oh glory without end (Jesus, he’s my) Glory without end! Jane Borthwick, 1666, Tr. Paul Gerhardt, 1858.
2.
Through the night of doubt and sorrow, Onward goes the pilgrim band, Singing songs of expectation, Marching to the promised land. Clear before us through the darkness Gleams and burns the guiding light: In the Lord we march together Stepping fearless through the night. One the light of God's own presence, O'er his ransomed people shed, Chasing far the gloom and terror, Brightening all the path we tread: One the object of our journey, One the faith which never tires, One the earnest looking forward, One the hope our God inspires. Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Through the night we roam Hallelujah, Hallelujah, We are marching home One the strain the lips of thousands Lift as from the heart of one; One the conflict, one the peril, One the march in God begun: One the gladness of rejoicing On the far eternal shore, Where the one almighty Father Reigns in love forevermore. Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Through the night we roam Hallelujah, Hallelujah, We are marching home (2x) Bernhardt S. Ingemann, 1826
3.
Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
 Christ, the true, the only Light,
 Sun of Righteousness, arise,
 Triumph o’er the shades of night; 
Dayspring from on high, be near;
 Day-star, in my heart appear. Dark and cheerless is the morn
 Unaccompanied by Thee;
 Joyless is the day’s return
 Till Thy mercy’s beams I see;
 Till they inward light impart,
 Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. Visit then this soul of mine,
 Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
 Fill me, Radiancy divine,
 Scatter all my unbelief;
 More and more Thyself display,
 Shining to the perfect day. More and more Thyself display,
 Shining to the perfect day. Charles Wesley, 1740
4.
Psalm 23 03:33
The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied; Since he is mine and I am his, What can I want beside? He leads me to the place Where heav'nly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows. If e'er I go astray, He doth my Soul reclaim; And guides me in his own right way, For his most holy name. While he affords his aid I cannot yield to fear; Though I should walk Through death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there. In sight of all my foes, Thou dost my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows, And joy exalts my head. The bounties of thy love Shall crown my following days; Nor from thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak thy praise. Nor cease to speak thy praise Nor cease to speak thy praise Isaac Watts
5.
As a beggar, I come to Thee As a beggar, I come to Thee With empty hands, without one plea As a beggar, I come to Thee At Thy table I find a feast At Thy table I find a feast Here come the poor, the lame, the least At Thy table I find a feast Precious Savior, how can it be? Precious Savior, how can it be? Thine own dear blood was shed for me! Precious Savior, how can it be? All my days, Lord, Thy will be done All my days, Lord, Thy will be done Long I to see Thy kingdom come All my days, Lord, Thy will be done Come, Lord Jesus, O quickly come Come, Lord Jesus, O quickly come With lifted hearts, our prayer is sung, Come, Lord Jesus, O quickly come Luke Morton, 2012
6.
The Lamb has overcome The Lamb has overcome The battle’s done And the victory is won For the Lamb has overcome No grave could hold him down No grave could hold him down Up from the ground, “He is risen!” was the sound No grave could hold him down Worthy is the Lamb who was slain Glory be unto his name At God’s right hand is he At God’s right hand is he Our Perfect Plea, How he lives to intercede! At God’s right hand is he The table now is spread The table now is spread This wine and bread Broken body and blood shed The table now is spread Worthy is the Lamb who was slain Glory be unto his name The day is drawing near The day is drawing near He shall appear And will wipe away each tear The day is drawing near Worthy is the Lamb who was slain Glory be unto his name The Lamb has overcome The Lamb has overcome The battle’s done And the victory is won For the Lamb has overcome Luke Morton, 2011
7.
Whate’er my God ordains is right: His holy will abideth; I will be still whate’er He doth; And follow where He guideth; He is my God; though dark my road, He holds me that I shall not fall: Wherefore to Him I leave it all. Whate’er my God ordains is right: He never will deceive me;
 He leads me by the proper path: I know He will not leave me. I take, content, what He hath sent; His hand can turn my griefs away, And patiently I wait His day. Whate’er my God ordains is right: He is my Friend and Father;
 He suffers naught to do me harm, Though many storms may gather,
 Now I may know both joy and woe, Some day I shall see clearly
 That He hath loved me dearly. Whate’er my God ordains is right: Though now this cup, in drinking,
 May bitter seem to my faint heart, I take it, all unshrinking.
 My God is true; each morn anew Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart,
 And pain and sorrow shall depart. Whate’er my God ordains is right: Here shall my stand be taken;
 Though sorrow, need, or death be mine, Yet I am not forsaken.
 My Father’s care is round me there; He holds me that I shall not fall: 
And so to Him I leave it all. My Father’s care is round me there; He holds me that I shall not fall:
 And so to Him I leave it all. Samuel Rodigast, 1676
8.
Though troubles assail us, And dangers affright,
 Though friends should all fail us, And foes all unite,
 Yet one thing secures us, Whatever betide,
 The promise assures us, "The Lord will provide."
 The birds, without garner Or storehouse, are fed;
 From them let us learn To trust God for our bread:
 His saints what is fitting Shall ne'er be denied
 So long as 'tis written, "The Lord will provide."
 "I will not leave nor forsake you," Says the Lord
 "I will not leave nor forsake you," Says the Lord, Says the Lord
 When Satan assails us To stop up our path,
 And courage all fails us, We triumph by faith.
 He cannot take from us, Though oft he has tried,
 This heart-cheering promise, "The Lord will provide." 
No strength of our own, And no goodness we claim;
 Yet, since we have known Of the Saviour's great name,
 In this our strong tower For safety we hide:
 The Lord is our power, "The Lord will provide." "

I will not leave nor forsake you," Says the Lord
 "I will not leave nor forsake you," Says the Lord, Says the Lord John Newton, 1779
9.
O Lord, I will delight in Thee, And on Thy care depend;
 To Thee in every trouble flee. My best my only Friend. When all created streams are dried, Thy fulness is the same; 
 May I with this be satisfied, And glory in Thy Name. No good in creatures can be found, But may be found in Thee; I must have all things, and abound, While God is God to me. He that has made my heaven secure, Will here all good provide;
 While Christ is rich, can I be poor? What can I want beside? Hallelujah Hallelujah O Lord, help thou my unbelief And still my every fear
; That I may know Thy sweet relief And feel Thy presence near. O Lord, I cast my care on Thee; I triumph and adore:
 Henceforth my great concern shall be To love and please Thee more. Hallelujah Hallelujah (2x) John Ryland, 1777
10.
To you, O Lord, I fly And on your help depend; You are my Lord, my King Most High; Great God, my soul defend A providence for me, The Lord, he will remain; My portion rich and full is he, My life he will maintain. His goodness I will tell How beautiful and fair; The promises in which I dwell Are good beyond compare. I praise the Lord above Whose counsel guides aright; My heart instructs me in his love In seasons of the night. I keep before me still The Lord whom I have proved; At my right hand he guards from ill, And I shall not be moved. Life's pathway you will show, To your right hand will guide, Where streams of comfort ever flow, And boundless joys abide. To you, O Lord, I fly My Lord, my King Most High (3x) Psalm 16; The Psalter, 1912
11.
For me to live is Jesus,
 To die is gain for me;
 So when my Savior pleases,
 I meet death willingly. 

For Christ, my Lord, my brother,
 I leave this world so dim
 And gladly seek another,
 Where I shall be with him.

 O Jesus, my life, my all
 O Jesus, my life, my all

 My woes are nearly over,
 Though long and dark the road;
 His merits my sin cover, 
 And I have peace with God.

 O Jesus, my life, my all
 O Jesus, my life, my all

 In my last hour, oh, grant me 
A slumber soft and still,
 No doubts to vex or haunt me,
 Safe anchored in your will. O Jesus, my life, my all
 O Jesus, my life, my all (2x) Author unknown Tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1850
12.
Jesus, Master, whose I am, Purchased, Thine alone to be,
 By Thy blood, O spotless Lamb, Shed so willingly for me,
 Let my heart be all Thine own, Let me live to Thee alone; O, let me live to Thee alone. Jesus, Master, I am Thine: Keep me faithful, keep me near;
 Let Thy presence in me shine, All my homeward way to cheer,
 Jesus, at Thy feet I fall, O be Thou my All in all O be Thou my All in all. Jesus, Master, whom I serve,
 Tho' so feebly and so ill,
 Strengthen hand and heart and nerve 
All Thy bidding to fulfill;
 Open Thou mine eyes to see
 All the work Thou hast for me O all the work Thou hast for me. Jesus, Master, wilt Thou use
 One who owes Thee more than all?
 As Thou wilt! I would not choose;
 Only let me hear Thy call.
 Jesus, let me always be
 In Thy service glad and free O in Thy service glad and free Jesus, at Thy feet I fall, O be Thou my All in all O be Thou my All in all. Frances R. Havergal, 1865
13.
Wake, awake, for night is flying;
 The watchmen on the heights are crying:
 Awake, Jerusalem, at last!
 Midnight hears the welcome voices
 And at the thrilling cry rejoices;
 Come forth, beloved, night is past;
 The Bridegroom comes, awake The feast is spread, partake! Hallelujah Hallelujah Zion hears the watchmen singing,
 And all her heart with joy is springing;
 She wakes, she rises from her gloom; For her Lord comes down all glorious, 
The strong in grace, in truth victorious.
 Her Star is risen, her Light is come. Ah come, Thou blessed One, God’s own beloved Son: Hallelujah Hallelujah Lamb of God, the heav’ns adore Thee, And saints and angels sing before Thee, Their anthem raised in clearest tone. In that city, full of wonder We’ll stand and join the voice of thunder That echoes round Thy radiant throne: All hail, our risen Lord O Jesus, our reward Hallelujah Hallelujah Philipp Nicolai, 1599
14.
O praise the Lord, for He is good, Let all in Heav’n above
 And all His saints on earth proclaim His everlasting love.
 In my distress I called on God; In grace He answered me,
 Removed my bonds, redeemed my soul, From trouble set me free. 
The Lord with me, I will not fear, Though human might oppose;
 The Lord my Helper, I shall be, Triumphant o’er my foes.
 No trust in men, or kings of men, Can confidence afford,
 But they are strong, and sure their trust, Whose hope is in the Lord. 
I shall not die, but live to tell, The wonders of the Lord;
 He has not giv’n my soul to death, But chastened and restored.
 The Lord has helped and kept me safe, When foes were fierce and strong; 
 The Lord my Savior is my Rock, He is my strength 
 The Lord my Savior is my Rock, He is my strength 
 The Lord my Savior is my Rock, He is my strength and song Paraphrase of Psalm 118, author unknown
15.
Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee? 
When shall my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall I see? O happy harbor of the saints! O sweet and pleasant soil!
 In thee no sorrow may be found, No grief, no care, no toil. In thee no sickness may be seen, No hurt, no ache, no sore;
 There death no longer menaces There life is evermore. Why should I shrink at pain and woe? Or feel at death dismay? 
I’ve Jesus and his land in view With realms of endless day! Jerusalem, my happy home, Would God I were in thee!
 Would God my woes were at an end Thy joys that I might see! Would God my woes were at an end Thy joys that I might see! Joseph Bromehead, 1795

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Beggar is a collection of retuned hymn texts and new songs written for the gathered body of Christ, the corporate voice.

Endless gratitude to my dear wife, Karen, for the countless hours of listening, feedback and doing essentially all the work of a producer.

A huge thanks to my friends and fellow musicians, Chad Lloyd, Brandon Vance, Caleb Walin; and most especially, Mark Ribera, who invested an obscene amount of musical exertion, creative energy and conversational decision making with me.

This project would not have been possible without the incredible generosity of dozens of people, in particular the following:
Nathan & Melinda Bell
Jonathon & Kaley Brammer
Jeff & Katrina Hostetter
Alan & Carol Karlak
Michael Leydig
Jon & Stephanie Simonson

50% of all proceeds go to Voice of the Martyrs' Families of Prisoners Fund, supporting families of those who have been imprisoned for their Christian witness. www.persecution.com

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released September 17, 2013

Chad Lloyd: Bass
Mark Ribera: Drums, percussion, piano
Luke Morton: Bass, guitar, percussion, trumpet, vocals
Brandon Vance: Violin - brandonvance.com
Caleb Walin: Viola

Producers: Karen Morton & Mark Ribera
Engineer: Scott Ross, Elliott Bay Recording Company - elliottbayrecording.com
Mixing: Seth Moore, Seth Moore Audio - sethmooreaudio.com
Mastering: Levi Seitz, Black Belt Mastering - blackbeltmastering.com
Photography: Spencer Folmar - spencetf.com

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