Another Hymn of Grace

How Sweet and Awesome is the Place

How sweet and awesome is the place 

with Christ within the doors,

while everlasting love displays 

the choicest of her stores.

While all our hearts and all our songs 

join to admire the feast,

each of us cries, with thankful tongue, 

"Lord why was I a guest?"

"Why was I made to hear your voice, 

and enter while there's room,

when thousands make a wretched choice, 

and rather starve than come?'

'Twas the same love that spread the feast 

that sweetly drew us in;

else we had still refused to taste, 

and perished in our sin.

Pity the nation, O our God, 

constrain the earth to come;

send your victorious Word abroad, 

and bring the strangers home.

We long to see your churches full, 

that all the chosen race

may, with one voice and heart and soul, 

sing your redeeming grace.

-- Isaac Watts -- 

Sola Gratia

Not What My Hands Have Done

 

Not what my hands have done can save my guilty soul;

not what my toiling flesh has borne can make my spirit whole.

Not what I feel or do can give me peace with God; 

not all my prayers and sighs and tears can bear my awful load.

Thy work alone, O Christ, can ease this weight of sin;

thy blood alone, O Lamb of God, can give me peace within.

Thy love to me, O God, not mine, O Lord, to thee, 

can rid me of this dark unrest, and set my spirit free.

Thy grace alone, O God, to me can pardon speak;

they power alone, O Son of God, can this sore bondage break.

No other work, save thine, no other blood will do;

no strength, save that which is divine, can bear me safely through.

I bless the Christ of God; I rest on love divine;

and with unfaltering lip and hear, I call this Savior mine.

His cross dispels each doubt; I bury in his tomb

each thought of unbelief and fear, each lingering shade of gloom.

I praise the God of grace; I trust his truth and might;

he calls me his, I call him mine my God, my joy, my light.

'Tis he who saveth me, and freely pardon gives; 

I love because he loveth me, I live because he lives.

-- Hymn by Horatius Bonar --

Conviction and Confession

This hymn was part of morning worship at church today.

It has such powerful words, of recongnizing sin, asking for salvation, and desiring to know God more.
It was a blessing to me, I hope it is for you too.


Take Me, O My Father, Take Me
Take me, O my Father, take me; take me, save me, through Thy Son;

that which Thou wouldst have me, make me, let Thy will in my be done.

Long from Thee my footsteps straying, thorny proved the way I trod;

weary come I now, and praying, take me to Thy love, my God.

Fruitless years with grief recalling, humbly I confess my sin;

at Thy feet, O Father, falling, to Thy household take me in.

Freely now to Thee I proffer this relenting hear of mine;

freely life and soul I offer, gift unworthy love like Thine.

Once the world's Redeemer, dying, bore our sins upon the tree;

on that sacrifice relying, now I look in hope to Thee.

Father, take me; all forgiving, fold me to Thy loving breast;

in Thy love forever living I must be forever blest.