Jesus! and shall it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of Thee? Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine thro’ endless days! Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far Let evening blush to own a star; He sheds the beams of light divine O’er this benighted soul of mine. Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend […]
Jehovah saith no more; the voice of God hath ceased. No more by vision or by dream, by prophet or by priest, By ephod or by teraphim, by angel or by star, By altar or by sacrifice, He speaketh from afar. No more—He saith no more; the silent heavens wait; The silent angels keep their […]
So let our lips and lives express The holy Gospel we profess, So let our words and virtues shine To prove the doctrine all divine. —Author Unknown […]
My soul, amid this stormy world, Is like some flutter’d dove, And fain would be as swift of wing To flee to Him I love. The cords that bound my heart to earth Are broken by His hand; Before His cross I found myself A stranger in the land. My heart is with Him on […]
Am I a stone, and not a sheep, That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy cross, To number drop by drop Thy Blood’s slow loss, And yet not weep? Not so those women loved Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee; Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly; Not so the thief was moved; Not so […]
I paused last eve beside the blacksmith’s door, And heard the anvil ring, the vesper’s chime, And looking in I saw upon the floor Old hammers, worn with beating years of time. “How many anvils have you had?” said I, “To wear and batter all these hammers so?” “Just one,” he answered. Then with twinkling […]
Oh, there’s many a thorn in the Jesus-way, Many a thorn, I know; There is grief and loss and the pain of the cross Wherever my feet may go. But the Lord will heal all the wounds I feel, When the thorns have pricked me sore, And He’s planted a rose where the brier grows, […]
Jesus is God! The solid earth, The ocean broad and bright, The countless stars, like golden dust, That strew the skies at night, The wheeling storm, the dreadful fire, The pleasant, wholesome air, The summer’s sun, the winter’s frost, His own creations were. Jesus is God! The glorious bands Of golden angels sing Songs of […]
Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace Our path when wont to stray; Stream from the fount of heavenly grace Brook by the traveler’s way. Bread of our soul, whereon we feed, True manna from on high, Our guide and chart, wherein we read Of realms beyond the sky. Word of the everlasting God, Will […]