Should all the forms that men devise
Assault my faith with treacherous art,
I’d call them vanity and lies
And bind the gospel to my heart.
– Isaac Watts –
Should all the forms that men devise
Assault my faith with treacherous art,
I’d call them vanity and lies
And bind the gospel to my heart.
– Isaac Watts –
Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun,
Both speed them to their source:
So a soul that’s born of God,
Pants to view his glorious face;
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.
– Robert Seagraves –
We rest on Thee, our Shield and our Defender!
We go not forth alone against the foe;
Strong in Thy strength, safe in Thy keeping tender,
We rest on Thee, and in Thy Name we go.
– Edith G. Cherry –
Jim Elliot and his four missionary co-laborers sang this song before entering the Ecuadorian jungles to be killed by the Waorani Indians.
My spirit turns to Thee and clings,
All else forsaking, unto Thee;
Forgetting all created things,
Remembering only “God in me.”
O living Stream; O gracious rain,
None wait for Thee, and wait in vain.
– Gerhard Tersteegen –
God is my everlasting King;
God is my Strength, and I will sing;
His power upholds my feeble frame;
And I’m victorious through his name.
Devils retreat when he appears;
Then I arise above my fears;
And every fiery dart repel;
And vanquish all the force of hell.
Through the Redeemer’s precious blood;
I feel the mighty power of God;
Through the rich aid divinely given;
I rise from earth, and soar to heaven.
[Dear Lord, thy weaker saints inspire,
And fill them with celestial fire;
On thy kind arm may they rely,
And all their foes shall surely fly.]
Now, Lord, thy wondrous power exert,
And every ransomed soul support;
Give us fresh strength to wing our way
To regions of eternal day.
[There may we praise the great I AM,
And shout the victories of the Lamb;
Raise every chorus to his blood,
And triumph in the power of God.]
– R. Burnham –
When the Eternal bows the skies
To visit earthly things,
With scorn divine he turns his eyes
From towers of haughty kings.
He bids his awful chariot roll
Far downward from the skies,
To visit every humble soul,
With pleasure in his eyes.
– Isaac Watts –
And shall I fear
That there is anything that men hold dear
Thou would’st deprive me of
And nothing give in place?
That is not so —
For I can see Thy face
And hear Thee now:
“My child, I died for thee.
And if the gift of love and life
You took from Me,
Shall I one precious thing withhold —
One beautiful and bright
One pure and precious thing withhold?
My child, it cannot be.”
– Betty Stam –
All of my need He freely supplieth,
Day after day His goodness I prove;
Mercies unfailing, new every morning,
Tell me of God’s unchanging love.
– Thomas Chisholm –
from the hymn He Supplieth All of My Need
Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.
– Helen H. Lemmel –