Spiritually blind, and deaf, and dumb,
To the Saviour I would not come;
Dead in sin, altogether depraved,
Heavenly things I did not crave.
But even before I was
created,
I was chosen and predestinated;
To save my soul was
God's decree,
Before He made the
earth or sea.
Salvation came by God's
own plan,
Not by my will, or
the will of man;
How thankful I am
to be among
Those people He chose
and gave to His Son!
He drew me with His
cords of love,
Gave me life from
up above;
Oh, I've never known
such love as this,
The Spirit of God
I could not resist!
I saw my wicked, deceitful
heart
And knew that from
sin I must depart;
He gave me faith that
I might see
The Son of God who
died for me.
Praise God! I'm saved
forevermore,
Kept by His power,
'til on heaven's shore,
One day in glory I'll
take
my place;
Oh, I am thankful
for sovereign grace!
If
You Ask What I Get Out Of Life
My life I'll live
for Jesus Christ,
Caring not for this
world's vain glory;
And if you ask what
I get out of life,
I'll tell you a wonderful
story.
Oh, I once loved the
world's sin and pride,
And all of it's pleasures
and lust;
Eternal things I just
brushed aside,
Knowing not this world
is an empty crust.
Neither did I know
that I stood condemned,
By the word of Him
who gives life and breath,
Nor that I was lost
in transgression and sin,
And the wages of sin
is death!
For salvation comes
not by man's righteous works,
Or the good deeds
that he has done;
It comes not through
baptism or through the church,
But only through God's
holy Son!
I know now that Jesus
died for me,
That I might have
eternal life;
And died for me personally,
As for my sins He
paid the price.
I now have passed from
death unto life,
A new nature have
I within,
A nature which loves
the Lord Jesus Christ,
And hates this world
of sin.
Yes, I hate the things
I once loved,
And love the things
I once hated;
I now live my life
for the Saviour above,
For whom my soul was
created.
What
Would You Give In Exchange For Your Soul?
What would you give
in exchange for your soul?
Would you give houses,
or lands, or gold?
Do these mean more
to you, dear friend,
Than your eternal
soul?
Now all these riches
will vanish away,
And you will meet
your Maker one day;
All you can take with
you, dear friend,
Is your eternal soul!
Oh, what would you
give in exchange for your soul?
Is righteous living
or good works your goal?
Are you depending
on these, dear friend,
To save your eternal
soul?
'Tis not by good works
which we have done,
For we are sinners,
yes, everyone;
Jesus has finished
the work, dear friend,
To save our eternal
souls.
Oh, do not trust in
good works or self,
Or silver, or gold,
or anything else;
For what does it profit,
oh, my soul,
To gain the whole
world, but lose one's soul?
Jesus is the only name
given among men,
Whereby we can be
saved from sin;
He paid for our sins
with His precious blood,
For He is God's way
to heaven above.
God's
Mercy
He put His rainbow
in the sky,
Beautiful colors,
glorious blending;
He put it there that
you and I
May know that His
mercy is never-ending.
His mercy is seen all
around us,
In lovely flowers,
so welcome in Spring,
In birds, singing
in sweetest chorus,
Praising their maker
on joyous wing.
His mercy is felt in
the cooling breeze,
On a warm, sunshiny,
summer's day;
'Tis felt in the shade
of green-leafed trees,
And the warmth of
hearth when winter comes our way.
To the just and the
unjust His mercy extends,
For he blesses them
both with sunshine and rain;
Bountiful harvest,
graciously, He sends,
Rejoicing hearts with
fruits and golden grain.
Oh, God has shown His
mercy in so many ways,
In manifold deeds
which He has done;
But His greatest mercy
was shown the day
He gave to the world
His only begotten Son.
Some day God's mercy
will be severed
From those who reject
the Lord Jesus Christ;
But His mercy will
endure forever,
To those who trust
Him for eternal life.
If
Only
Seraphim and Cherubim,
His glorious throne
surround;
All mortals who ever
saw Him
Fell prostrate to
the ground;
Thrice-Holy God is
He,
Burning in His holiness;
Creatures of the clay
are we,
Filled with unrighteousness.
If only sinful men
could know
This holy God with
whom they must deal,
If only they in repentance
would go
And before Him humbly
kneel,
If only they by faith
could see
God's crucified Son,
the Lord Jesus Christ,
To Him they would
quickly flee
And receive God's
gift of eternal life.
Today God's mercy is
extended,
Whosoever will may
come;
Someday His mercy
will be ended,
For those who reject
His Son;
For if they die without
Him,
No matter what they
say,
As their Judge they'll
meet Him,
Oh that awful judgement
day.
Lord
Make Me A Winner Of Souls
Lift up your eyes
unto the fields,
See the harvest, great,
the laborers, few;
Lord, send laborers
to do Your will,
And bring lost sinners
to You.
Oh, Lord, I pray You
will send the preacher,
For He is eloquent
and knows what to say;
Or would You send
the Sunday School teacher
Into Your harvest
today?
Wait, my child, do
you not remember?
My commission I gave
to the church!
Of My church are you
not a member?
Your duty, are you
trying to shirk?
Child, out there in
the harvest field,
My sheep are waiting
to be told;
To the gospel they
will yield,
And come rejoicing
into the fold.
My sheep will not perish
if you do not bother
To tell them that
I died for them;
But your reward will
go to another,
The soul-winner's
crown you will fail to win.
Oh, Lord, forgive me
for shirking my duty,
And for my cold, indifferent
heart;
I want to tell them
of your love and beauty,
And how, in salvation,
they may have a part.
Lord, give me much
love and compassion,
Make me wise and very
bold;
Oh, may I go out with
zeal and a passion,
To be a winner of
souls.
A
Prayer For God's People
Oh, Lord, help your
people, called by your name,
To humble themselves,
confess their sins,
Turn from their wickedness,
live without blame,
And on your dear Spirit
depend.
Help them to know that
a thrice - holy God
Would have them be
faithful and true,
Read and obey His
Holy Word,
And glorify Him in
all that they do.
Lord, help them to
turn their backs upon
This wicked, forlorn
world of sin;
Continue the work,
Lord, which You have begun,
Make them pure and
holy within.
Lord, set their affection
on things above,
May they seek neither
fortune nor fame;
Oh, may they be filled
with Your peace and love,
For godly contentment
is gain.
Oh, Lord, let them
see the terrible price,
Which Jesus paid when
He died for them;
He bought their redemption
with His own life,
Lord, help them now
to live only for Him.
God's
Love
Love is kind and suffers
wrong,
Love envies not all
the day long,
Lifts not herself
in haughty pride,
But is content and
satisfied.
Love always behaves
above reproach,
Seeks not her own
way, is not quickly provoked,
Thinks not evil of
anyone,
Nor judges them for
what they've done.
Oh, how much love is
willing to bear,
And believe all things
which God has declared;
Patient in trials,
love will endure,
For love has a hope
that is steadfast and sure.
Love never fails! But
my flesh is weak
And I fail everyday,
even though I seek
To live up to God's
word. Still, I earnestly pray
That God will help
me to love this way.
But this God's love
and only He
Can love like this
to any degree;
No longer hindered
by this flesh of mine,
One day I'll love
with God's love divine!
I
Am Bought With A Price
Two natures striving
within me,
Each would have the
upper hand;
Each wants to rule
over me,
This I must understand.
My flesh would like
a life of ease,
For the things of
the world it loves;
But God, my spirit
wants to please,
And has set it's affections
above.
Satan often comes to
entice,
And my will power
seems to have flown;
But I hear God's word;
you are bought with a price,
And you are not your
own!
Be ye holy, for I am
holy,
Put on God's armour
and stand,
Do all things for
My glory,
These are God's solemn
commands.
The example, my Saviour
has set;
For when Satan tempted
Him sore,
With God's word temptation
was met,
'Til Satan left to
tempt Him no more.
If I make this wise
decision,
To read God's word
and obey,
And for the flesh
make no provision,
I'll grow stronger
in Christ each day.
Patience
Great is His faithfulness,
Yea, exceeding great;
He will keep His promises
-
None will He break;
My heart can safety
trust in Him,
In my God, divine;
Completely I must
yield to Him,
His will be done,
not mine.
'Tis but mine to wait
on Him,
Yea, wait patiently,
For He has promised
to perform
A good work in me;
Let patience have
her perfect work,
I must not fume or
fret;
By His predestination,
I'll be victorious
yet.
One day I'll soar above
the clouds
Like an eagle on the
wing,
Be higher than the
angels,
As redemption's song
I sing;
This earthly nature
of my flesh,
Forever vanquished
then,
Will not be there
to plague me,
As life in heav'n
begins.
Oh, when I see that
glorious place
My Lord has gone to
prepare,
When eyes have seen
and ears have heard
All that awaits me
there,
When I have seen His
nail - scarred hands
And His smiling face,
so dear,
Then earth's little
cares will fade away,
How small they will
appear!
Oh,
For Faith
Oh, for the faith
of Abraham!
Faith that staggers
not, faith, so strong;
Faith to believe,
weak Christian though I am,
That what God has
promised, He can perform.
Oh, to be like a little
child,
Trusting my Father's
word implicitly,
Oh, that no wicked
unbelief or guile,
Could my Father ever
find in me.
Oh, for faith that
soars like an eagle,
O'er cold, bleak mountains
of distrust and doubt,
And comes to rest,
so calm and regal,
In the peace of God,
past finding out.
Faith to lay myself
down upon His promises,
Contented there and
waiting patiently,
While fears assuage
and trouble vanishes,
Knowing my God will
work things out for me!
God
Chooses My Way
Sometimes I walk in
the valley,
Sometimes I walk in
the sun;
God chooses the way
that I should go,
'Til my work on earth
is done.
He walks beside me
and holds my hand,
And I am content to
walk as He planned,
For my Lord knows
what is best for me
And will with-hold
no good thing from me.
So if He sends sorrow,
or joy, or pain,
'Tis for my good,
His word makes that plain;
For this is a part
of His all - wise design,
To burn up the dross
and the gold to refine.
And as I get closer
to that heavenly day,
My Lord just grows
dearer, the world fades away;
Brighter and brighter
my path seems to grow,
And the sweet lights
of heaven seem all aglow.
Oh, when I come down
to the setting of sun,
And the work is all
finished and the race all run,
Twill be so sweet
to see my Savior's smile,
And to hear Him say,
come and rest, my child.
How Patiently He
Waits
There is a lovely
garden
Here within my heart;
God's Spirit watches
over it
And has, right from
the start.
He cultivates His garden
And of it takes good
care;
Nine different kinds
of fruit
Are sweetly growing
there.
Every weed, obnoxious,
He diligently pulls
out,
Even the most persistent
weeds
Of self, pride and
doubt.
He gives His garden
sunshine,
The sunshine of His
love,
And thoroughly waters
it with grace,
Brought down from
heav'n above.
With manna He feeds
it daily,
'Tis sweet beyond
compare;
And, Oh, how patiently
He waits
For His fruit to bear.
Trials
Of Faith
Trials often on me
fall,
Many things I have
not understood;
But, oh, the joy,
when I recall,
He worketh all things
for my good!
Trials of faith - more
precious than gold,
For gold will vanish
away;
But faith, tried by
fire, great honor will hold,
When Jesus appears
one day.
Then fear not, my soul,
nor be dismayed,
But yield yourself
unto His will;
For though your fondest
dreams may fade,
He is your God, He
loves you still!
Lean not upon your
own understanding,
But trust in Him with
all your heart;
God is sovereign and
is planning
Eternal values to
impart.
Be still, then, my
soul, and stand the test,
Oh, pray and seek
His loving face;
Be still, my soul,
and sweetly rest,
Upon His all - sufficient
grace.
Confidence
I know not what each
day may bring;
I may be carried on
angel wings
Into the presence
of my God,
While body sleeps
beneath the sod.
But if, by grace, I
linger here
Until my blessed Lord
appears,
Then, with saints
who never die,
I'll rise to meet
Him in the sky.
Present here, or absent,
it matters not,
God's will be done
whatever my lot;
For since He claimed
me for His own,
He's always with me,
I'm not alone.
He works in me and
'tis my goal
To be like Him who
redeemed my soul;
Someday He'll finish
the work begun,
I'll bear the image
of His dear Son.
Oh, blessed Spirit,
the source from whence
Cometh this faith
and confidence;
His word is sure,
His promises great,
So I'll watch for
Him and patiently wait.
To
Comfort
Isaiah 61:3 Thessalonians
4:13
For ashes, may He
give
us beauty,
For mourning, the
oil of joy,
And instead of the
spirit of heaviness,
May His praises our
lips employ.
For we need not mourn
as those who have no hope,
Though our loved ones
have gone on before;
Oh, they rejoice in
a land of larger scope,
Where joys abound
forevermore.
Their pain and sufferings
are over,
Their earthly cares
now have flown,
And they are so happy
in heaven,
Where they know as
they are known.
They would not want
us to grieve for them,
Though we must remain
in this vale of sorrow,
For in a little while
we will be with them
In God's bright and
glad tomorrow.
Our work on earth is
not yet finished,
Else God would also
take us home;
God's love for us
will never be diminshed,
He walks beside us,
we are not alone.
Dear ones, it may be
sooner than we think,
God's trump may sound
in just a little while;
And then, before our
wond'ring eyes can blink,
Once again, we'll
see our loved ones smile.
Xmas
Twenty-fifth of December,
another year trod,
And the world once
again is serving it's "god";
But alas, for God's
children are joining in too,
Forgive them, dear
Lord, they know not what they do!
How well I remember
and surely realize,
I, too, was in bondage
'til You opened my eyes;
Thank You, precious
Lord, for setting me free
From this thing called
Xmas, real idolatry!
Oh, I remember how
hard it was to break
The tradition of men,
and finally forsake
This heathen holiday,
even though I'd heard
That it was pagan,
forbidden in God's word.
No time to read my
Bible, to praise Your name, or pray,
Too busy getting ready
for that "most important" day;
No thought of your
second coming, though You bade me watch And wait,
For I must keep Your
"birthday", though You gave me not the date.
No harm, thought I,
to decorate and have a Xmas tree,
To gather 'round and
gifts exchange with friends and family;
If I don't they'll
think me narrow, and may even call me "Scrouge",
It's not like I would
celebrate with revelry and booze.
And thus, deceiving
self, went I from year to year,
'Til one day, Lord,
Your still, small voice came through quite clear,
Come out and be ye
separate, touch not the unclean thing,
Be not yoked with
unbelievers, this message You did bring.
Then I started studying
to find out the reason why,
Xmas is an abomination
to my God on high;
And to my great amazement,
this is what I found,
That I was an idolater
on very dangerous ground.
For Xmas, with all
it's customs can be traced to ancient Rome;
'Twas there that the
Catholic Church adopted as it's own,
Astarte, queen of
heaven, and Tammuz, her son,
Originating with Nimrod
and ancient Babylon.
The story of Tammuz,
the sun god, and his resurrection,
How strange that it
should parellel the life of God, the Son!
How very sly of Satan
to take these gods, these very same,
And deceive the people
of the world by changing their names.
Thus we see the great
deceiver up to his greatest tricks,
Changing their names
to Mary and Jesus, oh, how very slick!
How easy to take feast
day with it's revelry and disgrace,
And change it's name
to Xmas for the Christians to embrace.
So when they say put
Christ back in Xmas, I just stand and stare,
You never could put
Him back, for He was never there!
My God is a jealous
God, He will never suffer loss,
Nor share His glory
with another, not even Santa Claus!
Easter
Many times, approaching
the Easter season,
Have I wondered what
could be the reason,
Easter always comes
on a different date,
Sometimes early and
sometimes late.
Oh, I have wondered
at Rome's false decree,
For between Friday
and Sunday there just can't be
Three days and three
nights as they would tell us,
Though most folk accept
it without any fuss.
Bunnies and baskets,
colored eggs,
Hot - Cross buns,
please tell me, I beg,
What have these to
do with our risen Lord,
And where are they
found in His Holy word?
Now the customs are
pagan; they signify birth,
And return of the
sun to replenish the earth;
But even the name,
Easter, should tell us something,
For its name comes
from "Eastre", the goddess of Spring.
And so, once more,
the hand of Satan we can thus trace,
Cunningly seeking
to ensnare, and to erase
The significance of
the gospel from man's mind,
I think 'twas for
this purpose, Easter was designed!
But oh, the heart of
Jesus surely must be grieved,
To think His blood-bought
children would be so deceived;
Surely if they stopped
to think, they would not be entwind
With this festival
of "Eastre", or bow down to her shrine!
Now I like to sit in
deep reflection,
Thinking of Christ
and His resurrection;
How they crucified
Him, oh day of gloom,
And buried Him there
within the tomb!
They crucified Him,
God's sinless Lamb,
On April fourteenth,
Christ, the great "I Am";
Crucified Him there
when God's time was ripe,
Of whom the Passover
lamb was a type.
Three days and three
nights, the Bible makes plain,
In the heart of the
earth, Christ would remain;
Just as Jonah spent
three days and three nights,
Within the big fish,
another true type.
But the grave could
not hold Him, for He arose,
In triumphant vict'ry,
to justify those
Whom the Father had
chosen and given to Him,
Oh, He paid the sin-debt
for each one of them!
Now Christ was resurrected
on the first day of the week,
And observance of
His resurrection I love to keep;
Not as many observe
it, just once yearly, I fear,
But weekly, on the
first day, fifty-two times a year!
