Christian Life

November 29, 2013

And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Savior’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain –
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray –
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

– Charles Wesley –

November 28, 2013

O the deep, deep love of Jesus, vast, unmeasured, boundless, free!
Rolling as a mighty ocean in its fullness over me!
Underneath me, all around me, is the current of Thy love
Leading onward, leading homeward to Thy glorious rest above!

– S. Trevor Francis –

November 27, 2013

My faith has found a resting place,
Not in device or creed;
I trust the ever living One,
His wounds for me shall plead.

I need no other argument,
I need no other plea,
It is enough that Jesus died,
And that He died for me.

– Eliza E. Hewitt –

November 26, 2013

O thou belovéd child of My desire,
Whether I lead thee through green valleys,
By still waters,
Or through fire;
Or lay thee down in silence under snow;
Through any weather, and whatever
Cloud may gather,
Wind may blow –
Wilt love Me? trust Me? praise Me?

No gallant bird, O dearest Lord, am I,
That anywhere, in any weather,
Rising singeth.
Low I lie,
And yet I cannot fear, for I shall soar.
Thy love shall wing me, blesséd Savior;
So I answer,
I adore,
I love Thee, trust Thee, praise Thee.

– Amy Carmichael –

November 25, 2013

If I gained the world, but lost the Savior,

Were my life worth living for a day?

Could my yearning heart find rest and comfort

In the things that soon must pass away?

If I gained the world, but lost the Savior,

Would my gain be worth the lifelong strife?

Are all earthly pleasures worth comparing

For a moment with a Christ-filled life?

– Anna Ölander –

November 24, 2013

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.

– Frederick M. Lehman –

November 23, 2013

I will stay in this prison until moss grows on my eyelids before disobeying God.

– John Bunyan –

November 22, 2013

Prayer meetings are dead affairs when they are merely asking sessions; there is adventure, hope, and life when they are believing sessions, and the faith is corporately, practically, and deliberately affirmed.

– Norman Grubb –

November 21, 2013

From this it further follows, when a Christian does good works and shows love to his neighbor, that he does not thereby become a Christian or pious, but before this is done he must have been a Christian and pious. He indeed does good works, but his good works do not make him a Christian. The tree brings or yields good fruit, but the fruit does not make the tree good. So also here, no one becomes a Christian through his works, but through Christ.

– Martin Luther –