Psalm 35 part 2
v.12-14
C. M.
Love to enemies.
Behold the love, the gen'rous love,
That holy David shows;
Hark, how his sounding bowels move
To his afflicted foes!
When they are sick his soul complains,
And seems to feel the smart;
The spirit of the gospel reigns,
And melts his pious heart.
How did his flowing tears condole
As for a brother dead!
And fasting mortified his soul,
While for their life he prayed.
They groaned, and cursed him on their bed,
Yet still he pleads and mourns;
And double blessings on his head
The righteous God returns.
O glorious type of heav'nly grace!
Thus Christ the Lord appears;
While sinners curse, the Savior prays,
And pities them with tears.
He, the true David, Isr'el's King,
Blest and beloved of God,
To save us rebels, dead in sin,
Paid his own dearest blood.
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Psalm XXXV: Now Plead My Cause, Almighty God
Now plead my cause, Almighty God,
With all the sons of strife;
And fight against the men of blood,
Who fight against my life.
Draw out thy spear and stop their way,
Lift thine avenging rod;
But to my soul in mercv say,
"I am thy Savior God!"
They plant their snares to catch my feet,
And nets of mischief spread;
Plunge the destroyers in the pit
That their own hands have made.
Let fogs and darkness hide their way,
And slipp'ry be their ground;
Thy wrath shall make their lives a prey,
And all their rage confound.
They fly like chaff before the wind,
Before thine angry breath;
The angel of the Lord behind
Pursues them down to death.
They love the road that leads to hell;
Then let the rebels die,
Whose malice is implacable
Against the Lord on high.
But if thou hast a chosen few
Amongst that impious race,
Divide them from the bloody crew,
By thy surprising grace.
Then will I raise my tuneful voice,
To make thy wonders known;
In their salvation I'll rejoice,
And bless thee for my own.
Behold the love, the gen'rous love,
That holy David shows;
Hark, how his sounding bowels move
To his afflicted foes !
When they are sick his soul complains,
And seems to feel the smart;
The spirit of the gospel reigns,
And melts his pious heart.
How did his flowing tears condole
As for a brother dead !
And fasting mortified his soul,
While for their life he prayed.
They groaned, and cursed him on their bed,
Yet still he pleads and mourns;
And double blessings on his head
The righteous God returns,
Glorious type of heav'nly grace !
Thus Christ the Lord appears;
While sinners curse, the Savior prays,
And pities them with tears.
He, the true David, Isr'el's King,
Blessed and beloved of God,
To save us rebels, dead in sin,
Paid his own dearest blood.
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Psalm 41
v.1-8
L. M.
Charity to the poor; or, Pity to the afflicted.
Blest is the man whose bowels move,
And melt with pity to the poor;
Whose soul, by sympathizing love,
Feels what his fellow saints endure.
His heart contrives for their relief
More good than his own hands can do;
He, in the time of gen'ral grief,
Shall find the Lord has bowels too.
His soul shall live secure on earth,
With secret blessings on his head,
When drought, and pestilence, and dearth
Around him multiply their dead.
Or if he languish on his couch,
God will pronounce his sins forgiv'n;
Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heav'n.
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Psalm 45 part 1
The glory of Christ, and power of his gospel.
Now be my heart inspired to sing
The glories of my Savior King,
Jesus the Lord; how heav'nly fair
His form! how bright his beauties are!
O'er all the sons of human race
He shines with a superior grace;
Love from his lips divinely flows,
And blessings all his state compose.
Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord,
Gird on the terror of thy sword,
In majesty and glory ride,
With truth and meekness at thy side.
Thine anger, like a pointed dart,
Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart;
Or words of mercy, kind and sweet,
Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.
Thy throne, O God, for ever stands,
Grace is the sceptre in thy hands;
Thy laws and works are just and right,
Justice and grace are thy delight.
God, thine own God, has richly shed
His oil of gladness on thy head,
And with his sacred Spirit blest
His first-born Son above the rest.
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Power To Change
The power God used to save me, is the power that will change me,
The power of the Savior’s blood, and His grace He gives with love.
He is my friend and my Savior, my Sovereign God and my Creator,
And He, who saved my dark soul, can make a heart pure and whole.
The power of His awesome Grace, truly helps me as I seek His face,
To allow His Spirit to take control, as God changes this wicked soul.
The precious blood of God’s Son, has the power to change anyone,
Who comes to The Cross of Christ, to receive from God a New Life.
By Christ’s blood we were bought, so that change could be wrought,
In the body that belongs to Him, Christ who was crucified for our sin,
This body Christ called the Church; He did not leave here in the lurch,
But sent His Spirit, with His Light, to guide us safely out of the night.
The changes are the Father’s will, for this Church that Christ shall fill,
Filled with sinners from every nation, saved by The Lord’s Salvation,
Sanctified by the power of God, throughout the many lands we trod,
As a witness for those still lost, pointing them to our Savior’s Cross.
The changes shall continue in us, as in our Savior we place our trust,
To be all that we can be, through His blood, that flows from Calvary,
As His Grace gives us the power, for our needs, every day and hour,
Until that day, when by God’s Grace, we see our Savior face to face.
(Copyright ©06/2008)
Sinners, Obey the Gospel-Word!
Sinners, obey the gospel-word!
Haste to the supper of my Lord!
Be wise to know your gracious day;
All things are ready, come away!
Ready the Father is to own
And kiss his late-returning son;
Ready your loving Saviour stands,
And spreads for you his bleeding hands.
Ready the Spirit of his love
Just now the stony to remove,
To apply, and witness with the blood,
And wash and seal the sons of God.
Ready for you the angels wait,
To triumph in your blest estate;
Tuning their harps, they long to praise
The wonders of redeeming grace.
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Is ready, with their shining host:
All heaven is ready to resound,
'The dead's alive! the lost is found!'
Come then, ye sinners, to your Lord,
In Christ to paradise restored;
His proffered benefits embrace,
The plenitude of gospel grace:
A pardon written with his blood,
The favour and the peace of God;
The seeing eye, the feeling sense,
The mystic joys of penitence;
The godly grief, the pleasing smart,
The meltings of a broken heart,
The tears that tell your sins forgiven,
The sighs that waft your souls to heaven;
The guiltless shame, the sweet distress,
The unutterable tenderness,
The genuine, meek humility,
The wonder, 'Why such love to me?'
The o'erwhelming power of saving grace,
The sight that veils the seraph's face;
The speechless awe that dares not move,
And all the silent heaven of love.
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Psalm 110
Christ's kingdom and priesthood.
Jesus, our Lord, ascend thy throne,
And near the Father sit;
In Zion shall thy power be known,
And make thy foes submit.
What wonders shall thy gospel do!
Thy converts shall surpass
The num'rous drops of morning dew,
And own thy sovereign grace.
God hath pronounced a firm decree,
Nor changes what he swore:
"Eternal shall thy priesthood be,
When Aaron is no more.
"Melchizedek, that wondrous priest,
That king of high degree,
That holy man who Abraham blessed,
Was but a type of thee."
Jesus our Priest for ever lives
To plead for us above;
Jesus our King for ever gives
The blessings of his love.
God shall exalt his glorious head,
And his high throne maintain;
Shall strike the powers and princes dead
Who dare oppose his reign.
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Hymn IX: Sinners, Obey the Gospel-Word!
Sinners, obey the gospel-word!
Haste to the supper of my Lord!
Be wise to know your gracious day;
All things are ready, come away!
Ready the Father is to own
And kiss his late-returning son;
Ready your loving Saviour stands,
And spreads for you his bleeding hands.
Ready the Spirit of his love
Just now the stony to remove,
To apply, and witness with the blood,
And wash and seal the sons of God.
Ready for you the angels wait,
To triumph in your blest estate;
Tuning their harps, they long to praise
The wonders of redeeming grace.
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Is ready, with their shining host:
All heaven is ready to resound,
"The dead's alive! the lost is found!"
Come then, ye sinners, to your Lord,
In Christ to paradise restored;
His proffered benefits embrace,
The plenitude of gospel grace:
A pardon written with his blood,
The favour and the peace of God;
The seeing eye, the feeling sense,
The mystic joys of penitence;
The godly grief, the pleasing smart,
The meltings of a broken heart,
The tears that tell your sins forgiven,
The sighs that waft your souls to heaven;
The guiltless shame, the sweet distress,
The unutterable tenderness,
The genuine, meek humility,
The wonder, "Why such love to me?"
The o'erwhelming power of saving grace,
The sight that veils the seraph's face;
The speechless awe that dares not move,
And all the silent heaven of love.
poem by John Wesley
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The Transaction of Salvation
The transaction of our Salvation, was rendered by God of Creation,
Transacted down upon the earth, to bring to fallen man a New Birth,
Salvation rendered by His Son; one transaction made for everyone,
Paid by Christ, for all man’s sin, that penalty due, was paid by Him.
Justification for sinners was made, when the price for sin was paid,
Now declared Righteous, by God, while sinners on this earthly sod.
Redemption is not just inferred, as sinners, by God are transferred,
Ransomed from sin’s marketplace, into God’s Family by His Grace.
Propitiation is also involved, with God’s Wrath against us resolved,
As His Righteous Wrath was satisfied, when for sin Christ had died.
Regeneration as well has a part, as God cleanses a Believer’s heart,
While Christ’s Blood cleanses sin, from believing hearts deep within.
Renewal then takes place in that soul, as The Spirit makes us whole,
Helping New Believers to grow, as signs of New Life begin to show,
Reconciliation for man was done, in the finished work of God’s Son,
As to God sinners were restored, through the Gift of Christ our Lord.
All of this, for those who believe, when by Faith, Christ they receive,
A transaction made for us in love, by The Father, who reigns above,
Paid in full upon Calvary’s Cross, to redeem for God a peoples lost,
To become part of God’s Family, not just for a time, but, all Eternity.
(Copyright ©03/2009)
His Body And Blood
I thank God for His grace and love, and for Christ’s Body and Blood,
His Body that was God’s Sacrifice, Jesus’ Body that paid sin’s price,
For Christ’s Blood, that was spilled, as The Father above, had willed,
For our Lord’s death at Calvary, so that believers could live Eternally.
It is through the very Blood of Christ, that sinners can have New Life,
From the Body, prepared for Him, redeeming souls from all their sin,
For The Lord had sent His Only Son, to be Redemption for everyone,
And all we must do is to believe, and God’s Salvation we will receive.
Today an empty grave now shows, though He died, Christ has arose,
The same power will be given to us, who, have come to Christ Jesus,
Though we are still on the earth, we receive God’s Spirit by New Birth,
Promised by our Lord to all men, when in Christ, they are Born Again.
Born of God, by The Spirit above, when we’re cleansed by His Blood,
Forgiven of all our sin and shame, all through the Power of His Name,
We are now the children of God, to walk anew upon the earth we trod,
To no longer be a part of the night, but now, to be The Savior’s Light.
This, all because God loved us first, even, when we were at our worst,
And His love was for all sinners lost, so our Lord employed the cross,
Crucifying Christ the Spotless Lamb, to pay sin’s price for every man,
This is His New Covenant of Blood, provided to us all by God’s Love.
Psalm 109
v.1-5,31
C. M.
Love to enemies from the example of Christ.
God of my mercy and my praise,
Thy glory is my song,
Though sinners speak against thy grace
With a blaspheming tongue.
When in the form of mortal man
Thy Son on earth was found,
With cruel slanders, false and vain,
They compassed him around.
Their miseries his compassion move,
Their peace he still pursued;
They render hatred for his love,
And evil for his good.
Their malice raged without a cause,
Yet, with his dying breath,
He prayed for murderers on his cross,
And blessed his foes in death.
Lord, shall thy bright example shine
In vain before my eyes?
Give me a soul akin to thine,
To love my enemies.
The Lord shall on my side engage,
And, in my Savior's name,
I shall defeat their pride and rage
Who slander and condemn.
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Psalm 51 part 3
The backslider restored.
O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book.
Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin:
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
I cannot live without thy light
Cast out and banished from thy sight:
Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford;
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.
A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.
My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just:
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.
Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace;
I'll lead them to my Savior's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.
O may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
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As The Spirit Moves
We’re moved on by the Spirit of God, where we’re found upon this sod,
Enlightened right at that very place, through The Lord’s Amazing Grace.
Moved to make a decision for Him, as a darkened sinner lost in our sin,
A decision that changes our life, as we accept The Savior, Jesus Christ.
Once we were enemies with God, and now lead by God’s staff and rod,
No need at all to look to the Lord, now His Lead and Grace is implored,
And The Spirit who first moved on us, now lives in all, who in God trust,
Sealed by God’s Spirit from above, are all those saved by God’s Love.
In our unbelief we stood at enmity, with our Creator and God of Eternity,
Merely wanders down upon this earth, born in sin through a natural birth,
But by God’s Spirit we’re Born Again, no longer an enemy, now a friend,
And now a member of God’s family, in a relationship that’ll last eternally.
The Holy Spirit, sent by our Creator, points all men to Christ, The Savior,
Savior and The Lord of all creation, who sent from God, is our salvation,
Prompted by The Father’s Love, Christ left His Throne, in Heaven above,
To be a Lamb and Shepherd too, of all believing souls, like me and you.
Now God’s Holy Spirit lives within, all true believers saved from their sin,
To live this present life a new way, lead by the Spirit each and every day,
To be Christ’s witness and His light, to all those men still lost in the night,
As God moves upon another soul, with His Spirit, to join in Christ’s Fold.
(Copyright ©11/2008)
Psalm 122
Going to church.
How did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say,
"In Zion let us all appear,
And keep the solemn day!"
I love her gates, I love the road;
The church, adorned with grace,
Stands like a palace built for God,
To show his milder face.
Up to her courts with joys unknown
The holy tribes repair;
The Son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment there.
He hears our praises and complaints;
And while his awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.
Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!
With holy gifts and heav'nly grace
Be her attendants blest!
My Soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;
There my best friends, my kindred dwell,
There God my Savior reigns.
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In Christ, Receive
When in Jesus Christ you believe, Salvation from God you receive,
Saving you from a fallen race, through, The Lord’s Amazing Grace.
A Salvation, complete and free, one paid in full, by God at Calvary,
It was paid through God’s Son, who paid the full cost for everyone.
When you submit to God’s Son, you’ll receive in Him true freedom,
Christ will not lord over you, but be with you this whole life through.
A trusting soul He’ll not forsake, but He’ll remain, make no mistake,
Christ will stay right by your side, as your Lord and a trusted guide.
When God’s Son you come to know, a peace inside begins to flow,
As you are sealed with a guarantee; with The Holy Spirit for Eternity.
The One who will change your ways, as He fills your day with praise,
Knowing that you’ve just begun, to reap blessings, from God’s Son.
When you make Christ your Lord, on-going joy shall be your reward,
As you allow Jesus Christ to reign, your life shall never be the same.
Christ will replace pain and strife, with untold joy through all your life,
Filling your heart with His peace, which from His Spirit will not cease.
Just what do you have to lose, if His Salvation you should choose?
As you’re freed from a sinful life, by The Lord alone in Jesus Christ,
Filling you with the peace of God, as Christ leads with staff and rod,
To an Eternal Place up above, prepared for us by our Savior’s Love.
(Copyright ©12/2007)
Psalm 89
The covenant made with Christ; or, The true David.
For ever shall my song record
The truth and mercy of the Lord;
Mercy and truth for ever stand,
Like heav'n, established by his hand.
Thus to his Son he sware, and said,
"With thee my cov'nant first is made;
In thee shall dying sinners live,
Glory and grace are thine to give.
"Be thou my Prophet, thou my Priest;
Thy children shall be ever blest;
Thou art my chosen King: thy throne
Shall stand eternal like my own.
"There's none of all my sons above
So much my image or my love;
Celestial powers thy subjects are:
Then what can earth to thee compare?
"David, my servant, whom I chose
To guard my flock, to crush my foes,
And raised him to the Jewish throne,
Was but a shadow of my Son."
Now let the church rejoice and sing
Jesus, her Savior and her King;
Angels his heav'nly wonders show,
And saints declare his works below.
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Psalm 118 part 4
v.24-26
C. M.
Hosanna; the Lord's day; or, Christ's resurrection and our salvation.
This is the day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours his own;
Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.
Today he rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;
Today the saints his triumphs spread,
And all his wonders tell.
Hosanna to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son;
Help us, O Lord; descend and bring
Salvation from thy throne.
Blest be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace;
Who comes in God his Father's name
To save our sinful race.
Hosanna in the highest strains
The church on earth can raise;
The highest heav'ns, in which he reigns,
Shall give him nobler praise.
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Thanks Again
Today, I thank God once more, for sending me a Savior and Lord,
For reaching down into this life, where darkness and sins were rife,
For sending The Holy Spirit of God, upon men on this earthly sod,
To deliver men on this earth, through His Truth and a spiritual birth.
God leads with Truth as I hear it, through the indwelling Holy Spirit,
God’s Holy Spirit which I received, the very moment that I believed,
Producing in me peace and love, that comes from The Lord above,
A love within that He preserves, that no one on earth truly deserves.
Tomorrow, I’ll thank God again, that through Christ I am born again,
Born into His Eternal Family, that without Grace, I would never see,
But now, I know I’ll see His face, for I’ve been saved by His Grace,
Saved by my Savior and my Lord, to reign with Christ forevermore.
Indeed for me, God has done, so much through my life in His Son,
A life which I never had before, I entered through that Narrow Door,
One that opens to greater things, serving Christ, The King of kings,
And after this I’ll receive rewards, all from Christ, the Lord of Lords.
I cannot thank The Lord enough, for all of His Mercy and His Love,
For sending, His Only Son, Christ, to pay for me the ultimate price,
And that the Savior who died for me, become my Lord for Eternity,
For by the death of Jesus Christ, God has granted me Eternal Life.
The Ultimate Symbol Of Love
The ultimate symbol of love
Must be the Cross of Christ,
Upon which He was held above
And for sin sacrificed...
The Lamb Of God shed holy blood,
He bled to set us free
And Easter tells us of that flood,
The love of Calvary...
Consider Christ, arms held outstretched
And His head crowned with thorns,
Upon His back, the whips had etched
And now His Mother mourns...
Disciple John must care for her
As Jesus takes His leave,
Though Sunday morning He will stir,
He knows that she will grieve...
One thief believed Christ was a king
And asked, 'Remember me...'
New hope within Christ's heart would spring,
Then came His prophecy,
'Today with Me in Paradise...'
He promised to that man
And soon the Saviour paid the price
And thus fulfilled God's Plan...
You see, Christ died to save the lost...
God raised Him from the dead!
For only He could pay the cost
Sin held above each head...
Behold the Christ, the King of Love,
Who proved He was God's Son...
That's why each sinner looks above,
In awe of what He's done...
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2011.
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Hymn 54
Electing grace; or, Saints beloved in Christ.
Eph. 1:3ff.
Jesus, we bless thy Father's name;
Thy God and ours are both the same;
What heav'nly blessings from his throne
Flow down to sinners through his Son!
"Christ be my first elect," he said,
Then chose our souls in Christ our head,
Before he gave the mountains birth,
Or laid foundations for the earth.
Thus did eternal love begin
To raise us up from death and sin;
Our characters were then decreed,
"Blameless in love, a holy seed."
Predestinated to be sons,
Born by degrees, but chose at once,
A new regenerated race,
To praise the glory of his grace.
With Christ our Lord we share our part
In the affections of his heart;
Nor shall our souls be thence removed,
Till he forgets his first-beloved.
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The Solution Is Love
I dreamt a dream one lonely night when God revealed to me
A time of anguish, not delight, a time of agony...
The Spirit led me to a place my heart was loathe to go...
And there I saw the Saviour's face with blood that God let flow...
I saw a river trail away from that one source above...
And then I heard the Saviour say, 'Behold the One you love...'
I stood, then knelt, then bowed my head, acknowledging my Lord...
The One I knew would soon be dead so I could live assured.
For He would die, my soul to save, upon this day of days...
A righteous God my sins to waive and love me for always...
The Spirit led me here and now to view the world again,
To all the sins God must allow, committed by all men...
'Reflect on judgments God must send to shake the Earth below!
For they forsake the Sinner's Friend and watch each Easter go...
Still dead in sins, from king to prince, still proud and fancy free,
With hardened hearts as sharpened flints for all eternity...
Unless they love the Lord like you, what hope will they receive...
Unless one of the Chosen Few the day they first believe? '
'So I send you, like Brother Paul, like Peter, James and John...
Tell them the Good News meant for all, before their lives are gone! '
Then I awoke, revitalised, renewed with faith once more...
Now was the time to preach of Christ, His blessings to outpour...
Each day I pause, His Cross to see! I kneel and look above...
To hear His words He spoke to me... 'Behold the One you love...'
Denis Martindale, December 2009.
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