Friday, December 18, 2015
"In Everything Give Thanks"
"In Everything Give Thanks"
"In everything give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus
concerning
you." 1 Thessalonians 5: 18.
"In everything give thanks,"
My God, is this Thy will?
Give thanks for disappointments given,
For prayers unanswer'd still!
Give thanks! in vain I've pray'd
That I might useful be,
And by Thy Spirit's helpful aid,
Bring many souls to Thee.
Give thanks! when in the place
Of health and usefulness,
Through sickness Thou hast paled my face
With pain and weariness.
Give thanks! if 'twere Thy will
Submission to demand,
I then might bid myself be still,
And bow to Thy command.
But hush, beneath my eye
I see, in words of blood,
"Will He who gave His Son to die
Refuse thee any good?"
Give thanks! Yea, Lord, I do,
And by Thy help I will,
Give thanks! for blessings not received,
Although expected still.
Give thanks! for mercies given,
Unnoticed oft by me;
Give thanks! for sins forgiven,
Known only, Lord, to Thee.
Give thanks! in word and deed,
For Thy surpassing love,
That sent Thy Son on earth to save,
And now to plead above.
Give thanks! for tender love,
That our Redeemer show'd,
Who, in the absence of Himself,
A Comforter bestow'd.
Oh grant me by Thy grace
To walk by faith alone,
Until before my Father's face
I know as I am known! J. G. Bellett.
London: W. H. Broom, 25, Paternoster Square.
http://www.heaven4sure.com
Pathway Of Pain
Pathway Of Pain
If my days were untroubled and my heart always light,
would I seek that fair land where there is no night?
If I never grew weary with the weigh of my load,
would I search for God's peace at the end of the road?
If I never knew sickness and never felt pain,
would I search for a hand to help and sustain?
If I walked without sorrow and lived without loss,
would my soul seek solace at the foot of the cross?
If all I desired was mine day by day,
would I kneel before God and earnestly pray?
If God sent no winter to freeze me with fear,
would I yearn for the warmth of spring every year?
I ask myself these and the answer is plain,
if my life were pleasure and I never knew pain-
I'd seek God less often and need Him much less,
for God is sought more often in times of distress.
And no one knows God or sees Him as plain-
as those who have met Him on the "Pathway of Pain."
/"And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal
glory in Christ,
after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you
and make you strong, firm and steadfast." 1 Peter 5:10/
[ Author and original source unknown. ]
If my days were untroubled and my heart always light,
would I seek that fair land where there is no night?
If I never grew weary with the weigh of my load,
would I search for God's peace at the end of the road?
If I never knew sickness and never felt pain,
would I search for a hand to help and sustain?
If I walked without sorrow and lived without loss,
would my soul seek solace at the foot of the cross?
If all I desired was mine day by day,
would I kneel before God and earnestly pray?
If God sent no winter to freeze me with fear,
would I yearn for the warmth of spring every year?
I ask myself these and the answer is plain,
if my life were pleasure and I never knew pain-
I'd seek God less often and need Him much less,
for God is sought more often in times of distress.
And no one knows God or sees Him as plain-
as those who have met Him on the "Pathway of Pain."
/"And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal
glory in Christ,
after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you
and make you strong, firm and steadfast." 1 Peter 5:10/
[ Author and original source unknown. ]
The Peerless One.
The Peerless One.
O THOU, Jehovah's fellow, Man!
Jesus, my Lord, God's Son
Human perfection at its height
But found in Thee alone.
To Abba's love, to God's high claims,
Thou cam'st not short at all;
Perfect in everything art Thou
Alone since Adam's fall.
O matchless, peerless Man! shall we
Begrudge to Thee this praise?
Perfect, alone Thou cam'st in love
To glory us to raise.
Peerlessly, spotless One! 'twas Thou
The wrath did'st bear for me
Peerlessly, righteous One! I'm made
God's righteousness in Thee.
Peerlessly, glorious One; how soon
Shall I be like to Thee?
Thy very glory then reflect,
Thy perfect beauty see.
G. V. Wigram.
http://www.heaven4sure.com
O THOU, Jehovah's fellow, Man!
Jesus, my Lord, God's Son
Human perfection at its height
But found in Thee alone.
To Abba's love, to God's high claims,
Thou cam'st not short at all;
Perfect in everything art Thou
Alone since Adam's fall.
O matchless, peerless Man! shall we
Begrudge to Thee this praise?
Perfect, alone Thou cam'st in love
To glory us to raise.
Peerlessly, spotless One! 'twas Thou
The wrath did'st bear for me
Peerlessly, righteous One! I'm made
God's righteousness in Thee.
Peerlessly, glorious One; how soon
Shall I be like to Thee?
Thy very glory then reflect,
Thy perfect beauty see.
G. V. Wigram.
http://www.heaven4sure.com
Faith and Its Fruits. 1857
Faith and Its Fruits. 1857
Where'er the patriarch pitched his tent,
He built an altar to His God;
And sanctified, where'er he went,
With faith and prayer, the ground he trod.
Through all the east for riches famed,
(Heaven's gifts) he set his heart on none;
Nor when the dearest was reclaimed,
Withheld his son, his only son.
Wherefore in blessing he was blest;
Friendless, the friend of God became;
Long wandering, everywhere found rest;
Long childless, nations bear his name.
Nor nations born of blood alone;
The father of the faithful he,
Where'er his promised seed is known,
Faith's heirs are his posterity.
My God, if called like him to roam,
Glad may I all for thee forsake;
My God, what thou hast made my home,
Let me thy sanctuary make.
Thy law, thy love, be my delight,
Whate'er I do, or think, or am,
Walking by faith, and not by sight,
Like a true child of Abraham.
James Montgomery.
Where'er the patriarch pitched his tent,
He built an altar to His God;
And sanctified, where'er he went,
With faith and prayer, the ground he trod.
Through all the east for riches famed,
(Heaven's gifts) he set his heart on none;
Nor when the dearest was reclaimed,
Withheld his son, his only son.
Wherefore in blessing he was blest;
Friendless, the friend of God became;
Long wandering, everywhere found rest;
Long childless, nations bear his name.
Nor nations born of blood alone;
The father of the faithful he,
Where'er his promised seed is known,
Faith's heirs are his posterity.
My God, if called like him to roam,
Glad may I all for thee forsake;
My God, what thou hast made my home,
Let me thy sanctuary make.
Thy law, thy love, be my delight,
Whate'er I do, or think, or am,
Walking by faith, and not by sight,
Like a true child of Abraham.
James Montgomery.
A Stronghold in the Day of Trouble
A Stronghold in the Day of Trouble* * <javascript:void(0);>/
This poem was written to the Stevens family in St. Ives in 1934 by F. W.
Lavington, on the occasion of a bad storm that overtook the Stevens
brothers when they were out fishing, and resulted in one of the brothers
losing his life.
/"The LORD /is/ good, a stronghold in the day of trouble; and he knoweth
them that trust in him."/ (Nahum 1:7)
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1 The Lord is good. Yea! none is good as He,
Who called us from our darkness to His light,
Gave us to know His Son, and ever be
Conformed to His image in His sight.
2 He is our stronghold in earth's darkest hour,
When seas run high and tempests shake the soul:
His way is perfect, and no adverse power
Can swerve His purpose from the eternal goal.
3 "He knoweth," yes, He knoweth all the way
We take; each heavy trial is to mould
Our wills to His, that we can truly say,
"When He shall try me, I come forth as gold."
4 "He knoweth them that trust Him," and His love
Is worthy of our confidence entire;
His end will show in those bright realms above
The full accomplishment of all desire.
5 Yea! Thou art good, our Father, and our lines
Are fallen in pleasant places. Give us grace
To know that for Thy glory all combines
And for our good, until we see His face.
This poem was written to the Stevens family in St. Ives in 1934 by F. W.
Lavington, on the occasion of a bad storm that overtook the Stevens
brothers when they were out fishing, and resulted in one of the brothers
losing his life.
/"The LORD /is/ good, a stronghold in the day of trouble; and he knoweth
them that trust in him."/ (Nahum 1:7)
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1 The Lord is good. Yea! none is good as He,
Who called us from our darkness to His light,
Gave us to know His Son, and ever be
Conformed to His image in His sight.
2 He is our stronghold in earth's darkest hour,
When seas run high and tempests shake the soul:
His way is perfect, and no adverse power
Can swerve His purpose from the eternal goal.
3 "He knoweth," yes, He knoweth all the way
We take; each heavy trial is to mould
Our wills to His, that we can truly say,
"When He shall try me, I come forth as gold."
4 "He knoweth them that trust Him," and His love
Is worthy of our confidence entire;
His end will show in those bright realms above
The full accomplishment of all desire.
5 Yea! Thou art good, our Father, and our lines
Are fallen in pleasant places. Give us grace
To know that for Thy glory all combines
And for our good, until we see His face.
I HAVE CHOSEN THEE
I HAVE CHOSEN THEE The prophecy of Haggai concludes with a personal
message of encouragement to Zerubbabel, the representative of the house
of David. Thrones and kingdoms would be destroyed, but Zerubbabel would
be as a signet on the Lord's hand, "for I have chosen thee."
Today the weakest saint can say:
'Tis not that I did choose Thee,
For, Lord, that could not be;
This heart would still refuse Thee,
But Thou hast chosen me."
J. Conder
May we also take to heart the warnings and the promises found in this
little prophecy, and thus live fruitful lives to the glory of our God
and Father! R.E.A.R. From Our Archive
message of encouragement to Zerubbabel, the representative of the house
of David. Thrones and kingdoms would be destroyed, but Zerubbabel would
be as a signet on the Lord's hand, "for I have chosen thee."
Today the weakest saint can say:
'Tis not that I did choose Thee,
For, Lord, that could not be;
This heart would still refuse Thee,
But Thou hast chosen me."
J. Conder
May we also take to heart the warnings and the promises found in this
little prophecy, and thus live fruitful lives to the glory of our God
and Father! R.E.A.R. From Our Archive
Oh! that my bark were safe on shore,
Oh! that my bark were safe on shore,
Lodged in the port where Jesus is;
Where neither winds nor waters roar,
And all the tides are tides of bliss.
But while my floating bark shall ride
And beat on life's tempestuous sea,
My dang'rous course may Jesus guide,
May He my constant pilot be!
Though surges swell as mountains high —
Though death and dangers threaten me —
Though sleep may seem to close Thine eye,
Stay faithless fear from waking Thee.
On the dark wave may I behold
Thy Spirit form, my Lord Most High.
And with these words my heart enfold,
"Be not afraid; 'tis I! 'tis I!"
Thus have I found that blessed shore —
That port whose titles are only bliss;
And though the winds and waters roar,
Know Him, my pilot and my peace.
Author unknown to me
Lodged in the port where Jesus is;
Where neither winds nor waters roar,
And all the tides are tides of bliss.
But while my floating bark shall ride
And beat on life's tempestuous sea,
My dang'rous course may Jesus guide,
May He my constant pilot be!
Though surges swell as mountains high —
Though death and dangers threaten me —
Though sleep may seem to close Thine eye,
Stay faithless fear from waking Thee.
On the dark wave may I behold
Thy Spirit form, my Lord Most High.
And with these words my heart enfold,
"Be not afraid; 'tis I! 'tis I!"
Thus have I found that blessed shore —
That port whose titles are only bliss;
And though the winds and waters roar,
Know Him, my pilot and my peace.
Author unknown to me
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