Skip to main content


Life: life of Love poured out, fragrant and holy!
Life: ‘mid rude thorns of earth, stainless and sweet!
Life: whence God’s face of love, glorious, but lowly,
Shines forth to bow us, low at Thy feet!

Grief: grief of Love, that drew hate’s every arrow!
Grief: that Thy suffering heart only could meet.
Grief: whence Thy face of love, shining in sorrow,
Draws us, adoring, low at Thy feet!

Death: death of stricken Love, wrath’s sea exploring!
Death: Life’s mysterious death — deep meeting deep;
Death: whence Thy bursting heart fills ours, outpouring
All, Lord, in worship, low at Thy feet!



                                    Tune by Samuel Webbe 1740-1816 
                                Hymn words by Frank Allaben 1867-1927













Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Modest March Fashion Week - Day 4

One of my favorite outfits. "Pink and Old Fashioned"                                                               Today I wore:                                          Brown t-shirt: White Stag (Walmart)                                  Cream crocheted cardigan: Handmade gift from a friend in Turkey.                                  Paneled skirt:  Mlle Gabrielle brand (thrift store)                    Pink and Silver bracelet: from Regal Designs by Regan   regaldesignsbyre...
1 comment
Read more

Happenings in my home...

“The same Jesus Who turned water into wine can transform your home, your life, your family, and your future. He is still in the miracle-working business, and His business is the business of transformation.”    ~ Adrian Rogers “A man ought to live so that everybody knows he is a Christian… and most of all, his family ought to know.”     ~ D. L. Moody                                                                                                   I just started reading "The God Who is There" by Francis Schaeffer. It is an excellent book.                                   This cat has been hanging out by our back door, and w...
2 comments
Read more

Jesus Christ - and We

Jesus Christ- and We Christ has no hands but our hands ,   to do His work today; He has no feet but our feet   to lead men in His way; He has no tongue but  our tongues to tell men how He died, He has no help but our help   to bring them to His side. We are the only Bible,  the careless world will read; We are the sinners' gospel,  we are the scoffers' creed; We are the Lord's last message,  Written in deed and word- what if the line is crooked,  what if the type is blurred? What if our hands are busy,  with other work than His, What if our feet are walking,  where sin's allurement is? What if our tongues are speaking, of things His lips would spurn, How can we hope to help Him,  Unless from Him we learn? By Annie Johnson Flint  (1862-1932)    I was going through my old school folders and found this great poem. It is so true. We as Christians are to show the world how Christ would act and ta...
4 comments
Read more