| Altogether Lovely |
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| Oft I am asked why Christ I love, And what He means to me; I answer, “He redeemed my soul. By dying on the tree.”He came from heav’n to rescue me, My load of sin He bore; And since I’ve learned to know His love, My dread and fears are o’er.And now He lives in glory bright, And pleads my cause on high; And soon He’ll come and take me home, Where pleasures never die.Refrain: He is altogether lovely, Yes, the fairest of the fair, Chief is He among ten thousand, And with Him I’ll glory share. —H. A. Ironside (1876-1951); Copyright 1935 by George S. Schuler |
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UNKNOWN AUTHOR
Only One Life, ‘Twill Soon Be Past
by Author unknown
| Two little lines I heard one day, Traveling along life’s busy way; Bringing conviction to my heart, And from my mind would not depart; Only one life, ’twill soon be past, Only what’s done for Christ will last.Only one life, yes only one, Soon will its fleeting hours be done; Then, in ‘that day’ my Lord to meet, And stand before His Judgment seat; Only one life,’twill soon be past, Only what’s done for Christ will last.Only one life, the still small voice, Gently pleads for a better choice Bidding me selfish aims to leave, And to God’s holy will to cleave; Only one life, ’twill soon be past, Only what’s done for Christ will last.Only one life, a few brief years, Each with its burdens, hopes, and fears; Each with its clays I must fulfill, living for self or in His will; Only one life, ’twill soon be past, Only what’s done for Christ will last.When this bright world would tempt me sore, When Satan would a victory score; When self would seek to have its way, Then help me Lord with joy to say; Only one life, ’twill soon be past, Only what’s done for Christ will last.Give me Father, a purpose deep, In joy or sorrow Thy word to keep; Faithful and true what e’er the strife, Pleasing Thee in my daily life; Only one life, ’twill soon be past, Only what’s done for Christ will last.Oh let my love with fervor burn, And from the world now let me turn; Living for Thee, and Thee alone, Bringing Thee pleasure on Thy throne; Only one life, ’twill soon be past, Only what’s done for Christ will last.Only one life, yes only one, Now let me say, “Thy will be done”; And when at last I’ll hear the call, I know I’ll say “’twas worth it all”; Only one life, ’twill soon be past, Only what’s done for Christ will last. —Author unknown |
This poem has been attributed to C. T. Studd, but I have found no conclusive
STEP BY STEP
Step by Step
Psalm 119:57-64
The Lord has been my portion,
I promise to keep His Word;
For there is no distortion,
From the first time I had heard.
I entreated His favor,
Entirely with my heart;
He’s gracious as my Savior,
His promises I impart.
When I think about my way,
I turn my feet towards His Law;
So, I do not disobey,
That I will avoid a flaw.
I hasten and don’t delay,
In keeping His commandments;
So that I don’t go astray,
Results from my amusements.
Though the wicked ensnare me,
Your Law I do not forget;
They open my eyes to see,
And assist me not to fret.
At night I rise to praise you,
Because of His righteous rules;
For righteous judgments are true,
I’m unlike the other fools.
I’m a friend to all who fear,
Of those who keep His precepts;
Those who honor and revere,
And love the righteous concepts.
The earth is full of His love,
Full of His mercy and grace;
He teaches statutes thereof,
His affection does embrace.
Copyright © 2026 Richard Newton Sherrer
FAITH HOPE LOVE
Faith, Hope, Love
Faith, Hope, Love
Faith thinks on what the Lord has done:
It goes to Calvary,
It sees God’s love through Christ His Son
And all through history.
Hope thinks of what the Lord will do:
It sees eternity,
It holds each promise made as true
And lives for what will be.
While love responds to both each day:
It worships fervently,
It serves with joy and keeps God’s way
In bold humility.
Our faith will one day turn to sight,
Hope to reality,
But love will last in heaven’s light
For all eternity.
Christina Joy Hommes
“For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.” 1 Corinthians 13:12-13
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GOD
God
I didn’t make the God I serve
Or form the One I worship
I can’t decide the things He likes
Or grant to Him His Lordship
I cannot choose what He believes
Or counsel Him in wisdom
I don’t decide what He accepts
Or help adjust His system
I can’t decide the things He’ll choose
Or redefine His nature
He doesn’t ask what He should do
Or care about my censure
He isn’t taught and doesn’t change
All-knowing, ever present
He’s self-existing, holy, good
Eternal and transcendent
I’m in His image not my own
For He alone has made me
I bow to Him, not Him to me
He’s God – forever worthy
Christina Joy Hommes
“O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! how unsearchable are His judgments, and His ways past finding out! For who hath known the mind of the Lord? or who hath been His counsellor? Or who hath first given to Him, and it shall be recompensed unto Him again? For of Him, and through Him, and to Him, are all things: to whom be glory for ever. Amen.” Romans 11:33-36
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“see more of Christina’s poetry: https://vibranthope.com
JOHN NEWTON
The Cross
In evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career.
I saw One hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood;
He fixed His languid eyes on me,
As near His cross I stood.
Sure never till my latest breath,
Shall I forget that look!
It seemed to charge me with His death,
Though not a word He spoke.
A second look He gave, which said,
“I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I die that thou mayest live.”
Thus while His death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue,
Such is the mystery of grace,
It seals my pardon too!
—John Newton
FANNY CROSBY
Blessed Homeland
Gliding o’er life’s fitful waters,
Heavy surges sometimes roll;
And we sigh for yonder haven,
For the homeland of the soul.
Blessed homeland, ever fair!
Sin can never enter there;
But the soul, to life awaking,
Everlasting bloom shall wear.
Oft we catch a faint reflection,
Of its bright and vernal hills;
And, though distant, how we hail it!
How each heart with rapture thrills!
To our Father, and our Savior,
To the Spirit, Three in One,
We shall sing glad songs of triumph
When our harvest work is done.
‘Tis the weary pilgrim’s homeland,
Where each throbbing care shall cease,
And our longings and our yearnings,
Like a wave, be hushed to peace.
—Fanny Crosby
BY JULIE CLARK
Awake awake
From your slumber
For Christ has won the victory
Arise arise
Oh church of God
For you have been given the victory
Shout for joy shout for joy
Oh you children of Zion
Celebrate the coming King
Go forth. Go forth
In the name of the lord
And walk the Holy way
Break chains. Break chain
Of resentment and fear
For Christ has set you free
Be washed. Be washed
By His precious blood
For we are the saviour’s bride
Amen
BY JULIE CLARK
At the foot of the cross
Here I lay at the foot of the cross.
Here I lay all my hopes and fears.
Here where you give your life for me
Here where you suffered pain and shame.
Here I lay in your loving arms.
Here I stop worrying about my fears.
Here I give my whole self to you.
No fears, no doubts just pure, deep love.
Your love Lord Jesus is all I need.
All I need to keep me true.
You gave your life so freely for me
Because you’ve loved me eternally
Take my worries far away.
Fill me with your love today
I will love you forever more.
And only you I will adore
Lord give me strength each day I pray.
To keep me on the narrow way.
I need you always by my side.
To be my saviour and my guide.
I need your hand to see me through.
I need your word to see the truth
Lord put your hand in mine today
And keep me on the narrow way