on his love......

An oldie and a goodie. It is a singular blessing that our devotion to the Lord is a fire kindled by him on that heart of flesh after the removal of that old heart of stone. I'm so thankful to be the tender of a fire that will not be quenched. Sweet dreams indeed!



My Jesus, I love thee, I know thou art mine;
For thee all the follies of sin I resign;
My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art thou;
If ever I loved thee, my Jesus ‘tis now.

I love thee because thou hast first lovéd me,
And purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree;
I love thee for wearing the thorns on thy brow;
If ever I loved thee, my Jesus ‘tis now.

I’ll love thee in life, I will love thee in death,
And praise thee as long as thou lendest me breath;
And say when the death dew lies cold on my brow,
If ever I loved thee, my Jesus ‘tis now.

In mansions of glory and endless delight,
I’ll ever adore thee in heaven so bright;
And say with the glittering crown on my brow;
If ever I loved thee, my Jesus ‘tis now.

Featherstone – 1864

on brotherly love.........

Oh, to be above our own ambition and pride and esteem others better than ourselves. Brethren, strive for it today!


How sweet, how heav’nly is the sight,
When those who love the Lord
In one another’s peace delight,
And so fulfil his word.

When each can feel his brother’s sigh,
And with him bear a part,
When sorrow flows from eye to eye,
And joy from heart to heart.

When free from envy, scorn and pride,
Our wishes all above,
Each can his brother’s failings hide,
And show a brother’s love.

When love in one delightful stream
Thru ev’ry bosom flows,
Then union sweet and dear esteem
In ev’ry action glows.

Love is the golden chain that binds
The happy souls above,
And he’s an heir of heav’n who finds
His bosom glow with love.

–Joseph Swain

on God's great mercy.........

Just like in translation, oldest is not always best. I beg to put before you this new and very touching song. I'd love to hear your comments on it.

Mystery of Mercy

I am the woman at the well.
I am the harlot.
I am the scattered seed that fell along the path.
I am the son that ran away,
And I am the bitter son that stayed.

My God, my God why hast thou accepted me
When all my love was vinegar to a thirsty King?
My God, my God why hast thou accepted me
It's a mystery of mercy and the song, the song I sing

I am the angry man who came to stone the lover.
I am the woman there ashamed before the crowd.
I am the leper that gave thanks--
But I am the nine that never came.

My God, my God why hast thou accepted me;
When all my love was vinegar to a thirsty King?
My God, my God why hast thou accepted me?
It's a mystery of mercy and the song, the song I sing.

You made the seed that made the tree
That made the cross that saved me.
You gave me hope when there was none
You gave me your only Son.

My God,My God,Lord you are my God.
My God,My God,Lord you are...my God.

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