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!
O the deep, deep love of Jesus, spread His praise from shore to shore!
How He loveth, ever loveth, changeth never, nevermore!
How He watches o’er His loved ones, died to call them all His own;
How for them He intercedeth, watcheth o’er them from the throne!
O the deep, deep love of Jesus, love of every love the best!
’Tis an ocean full of blessing, ’tis a haven giving rest!
O the deep, deep love of Jesus, ’tis a heaven of heavens to me;
And it lifts me up to glory, for it lifts me up to Thee!
~S. Trevor Francis
A glimpse is seen of another shore, She knows He is worth striving for. A life that has been saved from sin O child don't be afraid to seek a far, far better country. (REV)
November 28, 2011
November 19, 2011
Wait, Trust, and Rest
Wait, patiently wait,
God never is late;
Your budding plans are in your Father's holding,
And only wait His grand divine unfolding.
Then wait, wait,
Patiently wait.
Trust, hopefully trust,
That God will adjust
Your tangled life; and from its dark concealings,
Will bring His will, in all its bright revealings.
Trust, hopefully trust,
Then trust, trust,
Hopefully trust.
Rest, peacefully rest
On your Savior's breast;
Breath in His ear your sacred high ambition,
And He will bring it forth in blest fruition.
Then rest, rest,
Peacefully rest!
~Mercy A. Gladwin
God never is late;
Your budding plans are in your Father's holding,
And only wait His grand divine unfolding.
Then wait, wait,
Patiently wait.
Trust, hopefully trust,
That God will adjust
Your tangled life; and from its dark concealings,
Will bring His will, in all its bright revealings.
Trust, hopefully trust,
Then trust, trust,
Hopefully trust.
Rest, peacefully rest
On your Savior's breast;
Breath in His ear your sacred high ambition,
And He will bring it forth in blest fruition.
Then rest, rest,
Peacefully rest!
~Mercy A. Gladwin
November 09, 2011
Rose from Brier
"Thou hast not that, My child , but thou hast Me,
And am not I alone enough for thee?
I know it all, know how thy heart was set
Upon this joy which is not given yet.
And well I know how through the wistful days
Thou walkest all the dear familiar ways,
As unregarded as a breath of air,
But there in love and longing, always there!
I know it all; but from thy brier shall blow
A rose for others if it were not so
I would have told thee.
Come then, say to me:
'My Lord, My Love, I am content with Thee.'"
~Amy Carmichael
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)