The plan fulfilled, the promise kept,
The Christ has come, for man to accept;
Before time was, and space and matter,
The goal was set, by blood and water,
To save mankind in spiritual birth,
Good news to spread in all the earth;
No word of God’s has ever failed:
When to the cross the Lord was nailed,
He struck and crushed the serpent’s head,
In triumph raised from among the dead.
One glorious promise yet remains:
Christ comes to take us to heaven’s domains.
In the quiet corner, alone,
Far from voices, in the still,
I seek you, Lord, to understand,
To know your ways, to do your will.
From emptiness to fullest blessing,
From tears of grief to joy’s increase,
From hard estrangement to love expressing:
In you I find unceasing peace.
There’s nothing in the world for me:
No tenderness, no pleasure free
Of pain and death, no love that’s pure,
No higher reason, no good secure.
In Christ are all the gifts of God,
No giving of his is fleeting or flawed;
In him my every need is filled,
And life itself where the Lord was killed.
Of all the powers now manifest,
Each one proclaims itself the best,
To prosper man and bring him peace,
To make his knowledge and wealth increase. Continue reading
Our God is great and good, eternally!
Receiving praise through battle and victory hymn,
The Lord sits reigning on his glorious throne
Among four creatures, angels, and cherubim,
In splendor and might; above the heaven’s dome,
He guides the affairs of man, and blesses him
Who wavers not against the enemy.
Your favor now to us, O Savior, send!
Let blessings fall, let Jesus with us stay!
Produce in us, O Lord, the Spirit’s fruit!
And let us work to let you have your way.
If in the word of God we have no root,
And if no prayers ascend throughout the day,
How barren will our souls be at the end!
The wood’s uneven grain gives strength and beauty,
Its wavy lines in faded tones, and knotty,
From constant winds and heady wilds for growth—
Here, too, are hid God’s secret ways of faith.
How much we have to learn! — Hard lessons
They must be, for God returns
And again to teach them. So we pray
To be good students, saved from suffering
Repeated pains, for lack of wisdom.
Soon will I leave these limits of body and earth,
Where dreams explode the finite tears and mirth,
To go to less or greater life beyond,
For endless power or a dark eternal bond,
For freedom’s joy, that broad and easy peace,
Or chains of agony’s loss that never cease.
My steps this day, my choices along my path,
Decide my just reward of bliss or wrath.
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To hear the Word and never let attention drop,
To change in heart, and leave all damning sins behind,
In faith, immersed and born anew, that saving step;
Do special good to God’s people of spiritual mind,
Let blessings in Christ — and sharing the news — never stop.