Poetry About Jesus And Salvation
cindydwy
By The Cross Of Jesus Standing
By the cross of Jesus standing,
Love our straitened souls expanding,
Taste we now the peace and grace!
Health from yonder tree is flowing,
Heavenly light is on it glowing,
From the blessed Sufferer's face.
Here is pardon's pledge and token,
Guilt's strong chain forever broken,
Righteous peace securely made;
Brightens now the brow once shaded,
Freshens now the face once faded,
Peace with God now makes us glad.
All the love of God is yonder,
Love above all thought and wonder,
Perfect love that casts out fear!
Strength, like dew, is here distilling,
Glorious life our souls is filling,
Life eternal, only here!
Here the living water welleth;
Here the Rock, now smitten, telleth
Of salvation freely giv'n;
This the fount of love and pity,
This the pathway to the city,
This the very gate of Heav'n.
Blessed Be God, Our God
Blessed be God, our God,
Who freely His beloved Son up gave
His enemies to reconcile and save:
Blessed be God, our God.
He spared not His Son:
Tis this that bids the hard thought disappear,
Tis this that silences each rising fear,
He spared not His Son.
Who shall condemn us now?
Since Christ has died, and risen, and gone above,
For us to plead at the right hand of love,
Who shall condemn us now?
Tis God that justifies:
Who shall recall the pardon or the grace,
Or who the broken chain of guilt replace?
Tis God that justifies.
The victory is ours:
For us in might came forth the Mighty One,
For us He fought the fight, the triumph won,
The victory is ours.
Blessed be God, our God,
Who gave for us His well-beloved Son,
His gifts of gifts, all other gifts in one,
Blessed be God, our God.
Holy Father, Hear My Cry
Holy Father, hear my cry;
Holy Savior, bend Thine ear;
Holy Spirit, come Thou nigh;
Father, Savior, Spirit hear.
Father, save me from my sin;
Savior, I Thy mercy crave;
Gracious Spirit, make me clean;
Father, Savior, Spirit, save.
Father, let me taste Thy love;
Savior, fill my soul with peace;
Spirit, come my heart to move:
Father, Son, and Spirit, bless.
Father, Son, and Spirit - Thou
One Jehovah, shed abroad
All Thy grace within me now;
Be my Father and my God.
At The Lord's Table
Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face;
Here would I touch and handle things unseen,
Here grasp with firmer hand the eternal grace,
And all my weainess upon Thee lean.
Here would I feed upon the bread of God,
Here drink with Thee the royal wine of heaven;
Here would I lay aside each earthly load,
Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.
This is the hour of banquet and of song;
This is the heavenly table spread for me;
Here let me feast, and feasting, still prolong
The brief bright hour of fellowship with Thee.
Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear;
The feast, though not the Love, is past and gone;
The bread and wine remove, but Thou art here,
Nearer than ever; still my Shield and Sun.
I have no help but Thine; nor do I need
Another arm save Thine to lean upon;
It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed;
My strength is in Thy might, Thy might alone.
Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness;
Mine is the guilt, but Thine the clensing blood;
Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace, -
Thy blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord my God.
Feast after feast thus comes and passes by,
Yet, passing, points to the glad feast above,
Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,
The Lamb's great bridal feast of bliss and Love.
Be True
Thou must be true thyself,
If thou the truth would'st teach;
They soul must overflow, if thou
Another's soul would'st reach!
It needs the overflow of heart
To give the lips full speech.
Think truly, and thy thoughts
Shall the world's famine feed;
Speak truly, and each word of thine
Shall be a fruitful seed;
Live truly, and thy life shall be
A great and noble creed.
Divine Peace
Peace upon peace, like wave upon wave,
This the portion that I crave;
The peace of God which passeth thought,
The peace of Christ which changeth not.
Peace like the river's gentle flow,
Peace like the morning's silent glow,
From day to day, in love supplied,
An endless and unebbing tide.
Peace flowing on without decrease,
From him who is our joy and peace,
Who, by his reconciling blood,
Hath made the sinner's peace with God.
Peace through the night and through the day,
Peace through the windings of our way;
In pain, and toil, and weariness,
A deep and everlasting peace.
O King of peace, this peace bestow
Upon a stranger here below;
O God of peace, thy peace impart,
To every sad and troubled heart.
Peace from the father and the Son,
Peace from the Spirit, all his own;
Peace that shall never more be lost,
Of Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
The Everlasting Memorial
Up and away, like the dew of the morning
That soars from the earth to its home in the sun,
So let me steal away, gently and lovingly,
Only remembered by what I have done.
My name, and my place, and my tomb all forgotten,
The brief race of time well and patiently run,
So let me pass away, peacefully, silently,
One remembered by what I have done.
Gladly away from this toil would I hasten,
Up to the crown that for me has been won;
Unthought of by man in rewards or in praises,
Only remembered by what I have done.
Up and away, like the odors of sunset,
That sweeten the twilight as evening comes on,
So be my life - a thing felt but not noticed, -
And I but remembered by what I have done.
Yes, like the frangrance that wanders in freshness
When the flowers that it came from are closed up and gone.
So would I be to this world's weary dwellers
Only remembered by what I have done.
I need not be missed, if my life has been bearing
(As its summer and autumn move silently on)
The bloom, and the fruit, and the seed of its season;
I shall still be remembered by what I have done.
Needs there the praise of the love-written record,
The name and the epitaph graved on the stone?
The things we have lived for - let them be our story -
We ourselves but remembered by what we have done.
I need not be missed if another succeed me,
To reap down the fields which in spring I have sown;
He who plowed and who sowed is not missed by the reaper,
He is only remembered by what he has done.
Not myself, but the truth that in life I have spoken,
Not myself, but the seed that in life I have sown,
Shall pass on to ages - all about me forgotten,
Save the truth I have spoken, the things I have done.
So let my living be, so be my dying;
So let my name lie, unblazoned, unknown;
Unpraised and unmissed, I shall still be remembered;
Yes, but remembered for what I have done.
The Inner Calm
Calm me, my God, and keep me calm,
While these hot breezes blow;
Be life the night-dew's cooling balm
Upon earth's fevered brow.
Calm me, my God, and keep me calm,
Soft resting on thy breast;
Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm
And bid my spirit rest.
Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude
The sounds my ear that greet;
Calm in the closet's solitude,
Calm in the bustling street;
Calm in the hour of buoyant health,
Calm in my hour of pain,
Calm in my poverty or wealth,
Calm in my loss or gain.
Calm when the great world's news with power
My listening spirit stir;
Let not the tidings of the hour
E'er find too fond an ear;
Calm as the ray of sun or star
Which storms assail in vain;
Moving unruffled through earth's war,
The eternal calm to gain.
Blessed Be God, Our God
Blessed be God, our God,
Who gave for us His well-beloved Son,
The gifts of gifts, all other gifts in one;
Blessed be God, our God.
What will He not bestow!
Who freely gave this mighty gift un-bought,
Unmerited, unheeded, and unsought,
What will He not bestow?
He spared not His Son!
Tis this that silences each rising fear,
Tis this that bids the hard thought disappear;
He spared not His Son!
Who shall condemn us now?
Since Christ has died, and ris'n, and gone above,
For us to plead at the right hand of Love,
Who shall condemn us now?
Tis God that justifies!
Who shall recall His pardon or His grace?
Or who the broken chain of guilt replace?
Tis God that justifies!
The victory is ours!
For us in might came forth the mighty One;
For us He fought the fight, the triumph won:
The victory is ours!
Poetry About Jesus And Salvation by Cindy Wyatt
John 3:16: For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
Poetry About Jesus And Salvation
cindydwy