Church of the Resurrection/Art and Hymns
See Also: Church of the Resurrection
Church Artwork
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- Animus
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- Animus
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- Writer@Large
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- Animus (The poster for the current Crusade!)
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- 61and49
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Church Hymns
Infectious Bite
Words by Rev. Dickie Fux
Infectious Bite, how sweet the nip
That killed a man like me.
I once was warm, but now I'm cold;
I walked, but now, I lurch.
T'was flesh that made
My mouth to drool
And brains, my mouth to chomp.
How yummy was that tasty meat
The hour I first devoured.
Through many headshot, axe and gun
We have already come.
T'was death that brought us safe thus far
And death will lead us home.
The LORD has promised flesh to me
His meat my faith secures.
I will rend flesh and ankle grab,
As long as life endures.
When we've been here ten thousand years,
Foul-smelling as the morgue,
We've no less days to eat some brains
Than when we've first begun.
Infectious bite, how sweet the nip
That killed a man like me;
I once was warm, but now I'm cold,
I walked, but now I lurch.
O, For a Thousand Tongues to Groan!
(Words adapted from Charles Wesley)
O, for a thousand tongues to groan,
Sweet Zambah G-Zaz' praise,
The Glories of His flesh and bone,
His triumph o'er the grave!
My gracious master and my food,
Give me infectious bite,
To spread your love throughout the world,
In each day and each night.
G-Zaz! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our running cease,
T'is music in civilians' ears,
The Second Life brings peace.
He breaks the power of barricades,
He smashes generators,
His blood can cleanse the necrotech,
Enliven alligators!
He groans and listening to His voice,
New life the dead receive,
The mournful civilians rejoice,
The zombies all believe!
To God Be the Glory
To God be the glory, great things He hath done,
So loved He the world that He gave us His Son,
Who yielded his flesh an atonement for sin,
and opened the barricades so that all may go in!
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
Let the earth hear his groans!
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
Let the zombies come home!
O, come to the Father through Jesus His Son,
And give Him the glory, great things He hath done.
O perfect recovery, the purchase of blood,
To every believer the promise God,
The vilest of scientists who truly believes,
that moment his pardon for revives receives!
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
Let the earth hear his groans!
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
Let the zombies come home!
O, come to the Father through Jesus His Son,
And give Him the glory, great things He hath done.
Great things he hath taught us, great things He hath done,
He gave us death rattle and made us His own,
But purer and higher and greater will be,
The day when all harmanz as zombies we see!
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
Let the earth hear his groans!
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
Let the zombies come home!
O, come to the Father through Jesus His Son,
And give Him the glory, great things He hath done.
He Feedeth Me, O Blessed Thought
He feedeth me: O blessed thought!
O words with heavenlee-ee comfort fraught!
What e'er I do, where e're I be,
t'is Zombie Jesus who-oo leadeth me.
He feedeth me, he leade-eth me,
By His own ha-and he-ee feedeth me,
His faithful follower I woo-ould be,
For by His ha-and He-ee feedeth me.
Sometimes when I'm outside the mall
and barrica-ades cast a heavy pall,
When vicious headshots follow me
Sweet Zombie Jesus le-ends hope to me!
He feedeth me, he leade-eth me,
By His own ha-and he-ee feedeth me,
His faithful follower I woo-ould be,
For by His ha-and He-ee feedeth me.
