As the largest religion in the world, Christianity has an astonishing 2.4 billion followers, which is just under a third of earth’s entire human population.
Naturally, many devoted Christians search for new and creative ways to express their love and respect for their religion.
One way you can reaffirm your faith in Christianity is by listening to and reciting our collection of some of the most beautiful Christian poetry available on the internet. We’ve compiled a list of 113 of the most spiritual, inspirational, and religious Christian poems for your reading pleasure. Browse through our list and learn even more about this great religion from some of the most brilliant christian minds in the world.
Our collection features both long poems for when you need to inspire an audience with some powerful recitation and short poems for when you want to share your love for Christianity with a loved one. These poems are beautifully written and very thought-provoking – they touch on important topics such as God, Jesus, the Bible, and human interpersonal relationships.
Some of them have been written masterfully by famous Christian poets who’ve managed to put something so hard to express into clear words:
Best Christian Poems
1.) ”Hope & Joy”
Trust thou in the Lord, Holy is His name;
When life’s shadows cross thy path let thy aim
Be to look on High, then will they depart
And the sunshine of gladness fill thy heart.
Thou hast done thy duty in thy own home,
Glory awaits thee in the world to come;
Rejoice and be glad, thy care is all o’er,
God the Father is with thee evermore.
Thou wilt return, bright as the evening star.
Where now darkness reigns, hope’s rays seem afar;
But soon they’ll encircle thee, all will be bright.
And joy, blessed joy, will be thine morn and night.
– Eloise A. Skimmings
2.) “The Man in the Glory
…the man Christ Jesus. 1 Timothy 2:5”
I wake in the morning with thoughts of His love
Who is living for me in the glory above,
Ev’ry minute expecting He’ll call me away,
And that keeps me bright all the rest of the day.
But the moments speed forward, and on comes the noon
Yet still I am singing: “He’ll come very soon;”
And thus I am watching from morning till night
And pluming my wings to be ready for flight.
There’s a Man in the glory I know very well
I have known Him for years, and His goodness can tell:
One day in His mercy He knock’d at my door,
And seeking admission, knock’d many times o’er.
But when I went to Him, and stood face to face,
And listen’d awhile to His story of grace,
How He suffer’ d for sinners, and put away sin,
I heartily, thankfully welcomed Him in.
– George Cutting
3.) “We’ll Get Through This”
Lord, our troubles
Are so great,
We don’t know what to do;
The price for our
Iniquity
Is finally coming due.
The world is crumbling
All about;
No safe place can be found.
Right is wrong,
Wrong is right;
The change is quite profound.
Lord, we need
Your guiding light
To lead us out of here;
We’ll focus on
Your Word, and prayer,
To take away our fear.
Temptations of
This dying world
We’ll rule out and let go;
Give our burdens
All to you,
Shed all worldly woe.
– Joann Fuchs
4.) “Trust In Jesus”
Christians wait and trust in God,
While in this vile world you plod.
In your troubles and despair,
Blessed Jesus is even there.
When we are loaded down with care,
It seems that all are in despair.
We then are further off from harm,
Resting safe in Jesus’ arm.
When we rejoice in nature’s delight,
Satan is near, mark his flight.
When we are on the mountain peak,
In nature we are always week.
But when we drop clown in the vails,
Jesus is near, he never fails.
When the clouds are looking dark.
And you have lost your trusting spark.
Look to Jesus for your rest,
In whom you were always blessed.
Amid the darkest, dreary night,
Far up above there is light.
– J.J. Thorne
5.) “He Leadeth Me”
He leadeth me! O blessed thought!
O words with heavenly comfort fraught!
Whate’er I do, where’er I be,
Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.
Chorus
He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me:
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
Sometimes ‘mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters still, o’er troubled sea,
Still ’tis His hand that leadeth me!
Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine,
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ’tis my God that leadeth me!
—Joseph H. Gilmore
6.) “The Hand Divine”
The impress of a Hand Divine
On every thing I see:
The humblest flower, the tenderest vine,
Speak of a Deity.
There’s not a plant that decks the spring,
A blossom, or a rose,
A blade of grass, an insect’s wing,
But heavenly wisdom shows.
‘Twas He who gave the lily birth,
And made the worlds on high;
In beauty spread the teeming earth
The God forever nigh.
‘Tis everywhere I see and trace
The finger of his love;
Whose dwelling is unbounded space,
Around, below, above.
– Daniel C. Colesworthy
7.) “If… Then”
f suffering can be rewarded, and patience learned as a skill,
Endurance held as an honour, and tolerance taken at will,
If weariness still can hold triumph, though pain may be in control,
If courage can still be the master directing the heart and the soul;
If faith can be held as the victor, if God is still holding the reigns,
If the heart can rely on the Master, accepting all He ordains,
If time, which passes so slowly when life seems in such disarray,
When plans for the future lie dormant and life seems a trial day by day;
Then hope is the only solution, God’s promise that all this will end;
Perseverance in trials through strength that He will extend.
For prayers do not go unanswered, our pleas do not go unheard;
God in heaven is listening, and He will be true to His Word.
–Greta Zwaan
8.) “Christ”
Christ my Saviour, Christ my Friend
Christ my Treasure without end;
Christ when waves of sorrow roll,
Christ the Comfort of my soul.
Christ when all around should fail,
Christ when enemies prevail:
Christ when false accusers rise,
Christ my Solace in the skies.
Christ when days are dark and drear,
Christ when all around is clear;
Christ when all the earth is gone,
Christ my Portion on the throne.
— Edwin B. Hartt
9.) “Victory”
The cross is the picture of final defeat, life has now come to an end;
No one on earth could have rescued the Lord, at that moment He had not one friend.
Pharisees, Scribes, disciples as well, watched as the hours rolled by;
Heard as the words flowed from His lips, forgiving those that stood nigh.
How could He speak, enduring such pain, when no one had come to His aid?
Only our God, in control of all things, could announce that sin had been paid.
Was this a farce, or were these words true? Did God really die that dark day?
Was love so great that He would give all in order to open the way?
Man had actually fallen so low that life was but grief and despair;
No earthly being could alter the course, in truth, there was no one to care.
Then God, in His mercy, held out His hand, and gave us the Giver of life.
The one, triune God, who’s love was so great, who willingly faced this world’s strife.
– Greta Zwaan
10.) “You’re Always There For Me”
When the world comes crashing in
And chaos rules my mind,
I turn my heart to you, Lord,
And pure, sweet peace I find.
You lift me out of trouble
You comfort me in pain;
You nourish, heal and cleanse me,
Like cool, refreshing rain.
In times of joy and bliss,
When things are going right,
You lift me even higher,
And fill me with delight.
You listen to my prayers;
You hear my every plea;
I’m safe because I know
You’re always there for me
– Joana Fuchs
11.) “O Spotless Lamb of God, in Thee”
O spotless Lamb of God, in Thee
The Father’s holiness we see;
And with delight Thy children trace,
In Thee, His wondrous love and grace.
For Thou didst leave Thy throne above
To teach us that our God is Love;
And now we see His glory shine
In every word and deed of Thine.
When we behold Thee, Lamb of God,
Beneath our sin’s tremendous load,
Expiring on the accursèd tree
How great our guilt with grief we see.
There we with joy Thy grace behold;
Its height and depth can ne’er be told!
It bursts our chains and sets us free,
And sweetly draws our souls to Thee.
– Mary J. Walker
12.) “Love Of God”
O love of God, how strong and true!
Eternal, and yet ever new;
Uncomprehended and unbought,
Beyond all knowledge and all thought!
O heavenly love, how precious still!
In days of weariness and ill,
In nights of pain and helplessness,
To heal, to comfort, and to bless!
O wide-embracing, wondrous Love,
We read Thee in the sky above;
We read Thee in the earth below,
In seas that swell and streams that flow.
We read Thee best in Him who came
To bear for us the cross of shame,
Sent by the Father from on high,
Our life to live, our death to die.
O Love of God, our shield and stay
Through all the perils of our way;
Eternal love, in thee we rest,
Forever safe, forever blest.
– Horatius Bonar
13.) “God Knows Best”
My God knows best! through all my days
This is my comfort and my rest,
My trust, my peace, my solemn praise,
That God knows all, and God knows best.
My God knows best! That is my chart;
This thought to me is always blest;
It hallows and it soothes my heart,
For all is well, and God knows best.
My God knows best! then tears may fall;
In his great heart I’ll find my nest;
For he, my God, is over all,
And he is love, and he knows best.
– Caleb Davis Bradlee
14.) “When I Consider How My Light Is Spent”
When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide;
“Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?”
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.
– John Milton
15.) “God’s Love”
I know where’er my feet may be,
Tho’ prone to stray,
His watchful eye is over me
Both night and day.
And tho’ oft times this heart has erred
’Mid worldly cares,
I know His pard’ning ear has heard
My humble prayers.
At all times, e’en when I have failed
To do His will,
His love has in my heart prevailed –
And guides me still.
– Henry Reed Conan
16.) “Jesus, My Strength, My Hope”
Jesus, my strength, my hope,
On thee I cast my care,
With humble confidence look up,
And know thou hearest prayer.
Give me on thee to wait,
Till I can all things do,
On thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.
I want a sober mind,
A self-renouncing will,
That tramples down and casts behind
The baits of pleasing ill;
A soul inured to pain,
To hardship, grief and loss,
Bold to take up, firm to sustain,
The consecrated cross.
– Charles Wesley
17.) “Forgive”
Forgive someone. Today forgive.
Turn from bitter to positive.
End frustration, anger, pain;
Wash the anguish from your brain.
No need to reconcile or tell;
Just feel better and get well.
A brand new, peaceful life to live,
That’s your gift, when you forgive.
– Joanna Fuchs
18.) “I Listened”
I listened to a bird’s sweet song,
One balmy day in May;
The world is full of lovely things.
To me it seemed to say.
But you must keep a happy heart,
To find this always true.
For dark clouds cover sunlit skies,
And fade away the blue.
I listened to a song from man:
The tone was loud and clear;
The trials of life are very hard,
He sang, and shook with fear.
‘Twas then I sang a little song.
To satisfy my heart:
O, Jesus, draw me close to thee.
My comforter Thou art.
– Mary C. Plummer
19.) “Buried With Christ”
Buried with Christ and raised with Him too,
What is there left for me to do?
Simply to cease from struggling and strife,
Simply to walk in newness of life.
Refrain:
Buried with Christ and dead unto sin;
Dying but living, Jesus within;
Ruling and reigning day after day,
Guiding and keeping all of the way.
Risen with Christ my glorious Head,
Holiness now the pathway I tread;
Beautiful thought from walking therein,
He that is dead is freed from all sin.
Living with Christ, who dieth no more,
Following Christ, who goeth before;
Not under law, I’m now under grace,
Sin is dethroned, and Christ takes its place.
– Thomas Ryder
20.) “Good Friday”
Am I a stone and not a sheep
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath thy cross,
To number drop by drop Thy blood’s slow loss,
And yet not weep?
Not so those women loved
Who with exceeding grief lamented thee;
Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;
Not so the thief was moved;
Not so the sun and moon
Which hid their faces in a starless sky,
A horror of great darkness at broad noon—
I, only I.
Yet give not o’er,
But seek thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;
Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
And smite a rock.
– Christina Rossetti
21.) “The World’s Bible”
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 sinner’s gospel,
We are the scoffer’s creed;
We are the Lord’s last message
Given in deed and word—
What if the line is crooked?
What if the type is blurred?
– Annie Johnston Flint
22.) “Just Like Me”
Dear Lord, forgive our yielding to temptation;
Forgive our pride, our love of worldly things.
Have mercy on our love of sensual pleasure,
Compassion on the sins that self love brings.
It must be hard to understand us sometimes;
So very different is your heart and mind.
But wait, I just remembered that you do know
What it’s like to be a part of humankind.
You suffered just like we do, and you were tempted.
You lived with us so you could comprehend
The things that we go through each trying day,
So you could give us mercy, and be our friend.
Thank you for compassion and forgiveness;
Thank you for your love and empathy.
Thank you, Lord, for coming down from heaven
To experience life’s trials, just like me.
– Joanna Fuchs
23.) “Doing Things My Way”
I am adverse to change, it disturbs my tranquility,
I prefer to live in the norm, to relish my agility.
I like the things that I do, I like to have things stable,
To have a patterned life, to go where I am able.
To do what I desire, to meet my programmed plan,
I like to have my own routine, all others I will ban.
No one has the right to say I should do this or that,
I know the things I want to do, I know where I am at.
I’ve worked for my position, ’twas not an easy goal,
But I feel I’ve achieved it, a good life, on the whole.
I owe all this to no one, it’s my accomplishment,
Through many hours of toiling, through many hours spent.
Denying myself pleasures, while others took their ease,
My goals were for my future, then I’ll do as I please.
Accountable to no man, my fortune is my own,
Against all odds I struggled, I did it on my own.
– Greta Zwaan
24.) “The Blessed Name”
There is no name so sweet on earth,
No name so sweet in heaven,
The name before His wondrous birth
To Christ the Saviour given.
O Jesus, by Thy matchless name,
Thy grace shall fail us never;
To-day as yesterday the same,
We’ll bless Thy name forever.
For there’s no name ear ever heard
So dear, so sweet as Jesus.
We love to sing of Christ our King
And hail Him, blessed Jesus.
– George W. Bethune
25.) “Looking Upward”
When I daily look up,
And never look down,
I find that my cup
Is filled to the crown;
Whatever is wanted
Into my breast flows;
‘Tis when the heart’s lifted,
God kindly bestows.
When I grovel in dust,
And murmur and fret,
How few and how meagre
The blessings I get!
‘Tis only when upward
I prayerfully turn,
That favors are granted,
And wisdom I learn.
– Daniel C. Colesworthy
26.) “God’s Grandeur”
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil,
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell; the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went,
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
– Gerard Manley
27.) “Hail, My Ever Blessed Jesus!”
Hail, my ever blessed Jesus!
Only Thee I wish to sing;
To my soul Thy Name is precious,
Thou my Prophet, Priest and King.
O what mercy flows from heaven!
O what joy and happiness!
Love I much? I’m much forgiven;
I’m a miracle of grace.
Once with Adam’s race in ruin,
Unconcerned in sin I lay;
Swift destruction still pursuing,
Till my Saviour passed that way.
Witness, all ye hosts of heaven,
My Redeemer’s tenderness!
Love I much? I’m much forgiven,
I’m a miracle of grace.
Shout, ye bright angelic choir!
Praise the Lamb enthroned above;
While, astonished, I admire
God’s free grace and boundless love.
That blest moment I received Him,
Filled my soul with joy and peace;
Love I much? I’m much forgiven,
I’m a miracle of grace.
– John Wingrove
28.) “If…”
If the world were full of Christians
who studied their Bible daily,
who really did believe
God’s commands applied to them,
who put what they learned
in God’s Holy Word into practice,
their actions reflecting that Word,
then earth would be close to heaven.
If the world were full of Christians
who knew that being a Christian
is more than going to church,
who lived their lives according to God’s will,
service to Him their main purpose,
who practiced Jesus’ teachings
every day, with everyone they met,
loving and helping their neighbors,
then the earth would be a place
of heavenly harmony and peace.
– Joanna Fuchs
29.) “God Watches Even The Birds”
The struggle for life of its unborn gifts, so vulnerable, so unprepared,
The worry, the panic, the frightened concern, just as if no one else cared.
This bird of the wild, in a setting unknown, an error in judgment has made,
Instead of the beach, in the soft silvery sands, her eggs in the gravel she laid.
During the week all seemed pristine – a quiet, secure place of rest,
All seemed at peace till the Lord’s Day arrived, and worshipers saw the sparse nest.
For mother killdeer had built her abode in a place where no bird should be;
Safer by far in the branches above, in the arms of the old maple tree.
But here is peril, here’s danger, here’s fear, just how long can her nest stay in place?
Little blue eggs with predators near, formidable in their small space.
Who is their guardian and who sees their plight? The mother bird flutters and cries.
When danger approaches she feigns broken wings, but God sends her help from the skies.
– Greta Zwaan
30.) “Troubles That Never Came”
The bridges that I’ve often crossed
Before they came in sight,
Have been of many, many kinds;
Been grey, or black, or white.
I fancied many brutish ones,
And many could not name;
I’ve had my many troubles, but
The worst ones never came!
When squirrels get their nuts for food.
They gather for a year,
And do not worry ’bout the next,
For that they have no fear,
But man is not content today,
He lives with troubled aim;
A-thinking ’bout the troubles past.
And those which never came!
Some people build their mounts of care
Of many sorts and kind.
Which like the bridges that they build.
Are mostly in their mind.
Though sun’s ablaze and sky is clear,
They think of lightning’s flame.
They had their many troubles, but
The worst ones never came!
— David V. Bush
31.) “Abounding Grace”
Where sin abounded, grace much more
Abounded by God’s love.
When Jesus for our sakes came down,
And left the throne above.
The rich One from the Glory bright,
For our sakes, was made poor,
And untold pain and anguish
On the cross He did endure.
They mocked Him, and derided Him,
With hatred in their face,
But in return, He offers them
His wondrous, matchless grace.
They scourged Him, and they buffeted,
With cruel, heavy blow,
But Jesus answered not a word,
Because He loved them so.
The very hatred in man’s heart,
Which nailed Him to the cross,
He used to bless His enemies.
To save their souls from loss.
– Unknown
32.) “A Hymn to God, My God, in My Sickness”
Since I am coming to that holy room,
Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore,
I shall be made thy music; as I come
I tune the instrument here at the door,
And what I must do then, think here before.
– John Donne
33.) “God’s Power”
n every waving blade of grass,
In every little flower.
That daily in my walks I pass,
I see God’s wondrous power.
And every tiny drop of rain
Which falls in gentle shower,
And then in mist ascends again.
Tells of His wondrous power.
The little birds that gaily trill
Their songs in morning hour,
And all the air with music fill.
Sing of His wondrous power.
– Maria J Dodge
34.) “Take My Life and Let It Be”
Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in endless praise;
Take my hands and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love;
Take my feet and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee.
Take my voice and let me sing,
Always, only, for my King.
Take my lips and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee.
Take my silver and my gold;
Not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect and use
Every power as Thou shalt choose.
– Frances Ridley Havergal
35.) “Oh, Lord, Help!”
I cannot go through this alone,
My strength is all but gone;
I walk a long, dark, lonely road,
I cannot carry on.
I stretch my hand out to You, Lord,
This burden is too great,
Will You not walk this vale with me?
In my poor, weakened state?
Will You not put Your hand in mine
And drive away my fear?
And give me peace within my heart,
That I may feel You near?
I trust You Lord, You know I do,
You know my inner thought,
But sometimes when the darkness falls
My soul is anguish wrought.
Hold me close when I feel lost,
Give me faith to know
That every trial that I go through
Is where You too will go.
– Greta Zawan
36.) “Divine And Human”
Jesus, Saviour, Friend most dear!
Dwell thou with us daily here!
By Thine own life teach us this —
How divine the human is!
One with God, as heart with heart,
Saviour, lift us where Thou art!
Join us to His life, through Thine,
Human still, though all divine!
O Love, O Friend, Thy name is God!
Lord of the unseen and the known!
Thy thoughts the universe have trod,
With worlds like sands of silver strewn.
Lead us through these bewildering ways
Of pain and beauty thou hast trod!
Thou art our creed, our prayer, our praise,
O Christ, Thou human heart of God!
– Lucy Larcom
37.) “Through Fiery Trials With God”
What shall I learn from God
through fiery trials today,
As side by side He walks with me
along life’s rugged way?
He never fails—not even
in the darkest hour.
I know my Lord is nigh—
I feel His power.
Today I thank Him
for His love and grace.
In perfect peace, the future
I can face.
He knows of each new need
before “The Day”
And lovingly my Saviour
plans my earthly way.
As day by day I feed
upon God’s word,
I learn my step is “ordered
of the Lord”.
– Unknown
38.) “The Altar”
A broken ALTAR, Lord, thy servant rears,
Made of a heart and cemented with tears:
Whose parts are as thy hand did frame;
No workman’s tool hath touch’d the same.
– George Herbert
39.) “Save Me”
Save me from myself, Lord;
Save me from my need
To always run my life, Lord,
To control my every deed.
Save me from my pride, Lord,
My focus on just me;
Help me learn to serve, Lord;
Show me how to be.
Save me from the world, Lord,
When tempting things entice;
Remind me of eternity
With You, in paradise.
I give my life to you, Lord
My every need you fill;
I’m resting in my faith, Lord;
You saved me, and you always will.
–Joanna Fuchs
40.) “Influencer”
The limit of life is brief;
‘Tis the red in the red rose leaf;
‘Tis the gold in the sunset sky;
‘Tis the flight of a bird on high.
Yet we may fill the space
With such an infinite grace
That the red will be in all time,
And the gold through the ages shine.
And the bird fly swift and straight
To the lilies of God’s own gate.
– Marie B. Williams
41.) “He Maketh No Mistake”
My Father’s way may twist and turn,
My heart may throb and ache,
But in my soul I’m glad to know,
He maketh no mistake.
My cherished plans may go astray,
My hopes may fade away,
But still I’ll trust my Lord to lead,
For He doth know the way.
Tho’ night be dark and it may seem
That day will never break,
I’ll pin my faith, my all, in Him,
He maketh no mistake.
There’s so much now I cannot see,
My eyesight far too dim,
But come what may,
I’ll simply trust and leave it all to Him.
For by and by the mist will lift,
And plain it all He’ll make,
Through all the way, tho’ dark to me,
He made not one mistake
– A. M. Overton
42.) “To Find God”
Weigh me the fire; or canst thou find
A way to measure out the wind?
Distinguish all those floods that are
Mixed in that wat’ry theater,
And taste thou them as saltless there,
As in their channel first they were.
– Robert Herrick
43.) “Life Becomes A Simple Prayer”
Life has mostly simple moments
Like the rising sun each day.
The times of truly great excitement
Seem like clouds that drift away.
Plans and memories are tainted
With the hopes and fears of thought.
When the many dreams have faded,
The only peace begins with God.
Then in the moments by the river,
Or walking through a crowded mall,
Simple thoughts of God can linger,
And nothing else exists but God.
In this moment thoughts have ended,
And the spirit fills my heart.
– John F Zurn
44.) “My Lament To God”
The deep, dark valley causes darkness to my soul,
Why have I been counted as not in full control?
What has caused this great sorrow? From whence comes all this grief?
Is there any other outcome that would grant me sweet relief?
I beg of You, God, “Destroy me now! For I cannot bear any more!”
I wander alone in the desert tonight, and I’m oh, so far from the shore!
I’ve tried to be a witness, confessing God to man,
But folks ignore His mercy, they ridicule His plan.
I’m down and oh, so lonely, and no one hears my cry,
And even when I’m praying, Oh, God, You are not nigh!
I’ve laboured, God, I’ve served You, and yet my soul’s in pain.
Why is my soul so empty? When will you come again?
Oh, God, have You a reason for bringing me so low?
Dear Lord, I ask for mercy. There’s nowhere else to go.
– Greta Zawan
45.) “Low at Thy Feet”
“Low at Thy feet, Lord Jesus,”
This is the place for me;
Here I have learned deep lessons:
Truth that has set me free.
Free from myself, Lord Jesus,
Free from the Ways of men;
Chains of thought that have bound me
Never can bind again.
None but Thyself, Lord Jesus,
Conquered this wayward will,
But for Thy love constraining,
I had been wayward still.
– Found in J.N.D.’s Bible after his departure
46.) “Thy Will Be Done”
It may seem hard to say sometimes,
When trials and troubles come,
But then is it not a consolation, to say,
“Father, thy will be done?”
Even when affliction comes
And He takes away some loved one,
Is it not a comfort, to say,
“Thy will 0, God, be done?”
Though the clouds are dark around us,
And our pathway drear and lone,
Oh! is it not sweet to say
“Father in heaven, thy will be done?”
When joy, pleasure and happiness,
Profusely to us come.
We are not slow to say.
“Father, thy will be done.”
– Lillian E. Curtis
47.) “The Creation”
Then God reached out and took the light in his hands,
And God rolled the light around in his hands
Until he made the sun;
And he set that sun a-blazing in the heavens.
And the light that was left from making the sun
God gathered it up in a shining ball
And flung it against the darkness,
Spangling the night with the moon and stars.
– James Weldon Johnson
48.) “A Perfect Christian”
You could count on a perfect Christian
To always be gentle and humble,
To be immune to sin,
And never, ever stumble.
He’d study and remember
All of God’s commands;
He’d be trustworthy, moral and honest;
You’d know just where he stands.
With others, she’d be in harmony;
She’d never lose her cool;
Forgiving and forgetting,
Following the Golden Rule.
He’d surrender his life to God,
Full of joy and peace,
Free of stress and worry…
Perfect, pure release.
– Joanna Fuchs
49.) “Marantha”
The Lord may come at evening twilight,
Or at mid-night’s deepest gloom;
Perhaps at crimson flush of morning,
Or the brightness of the noon.
Chorus:
He is coming! Yes, He’s coming!
Christ our Prophet, Priest and King;
While we watch for His appearing,
Let us pray and serve and sing!
The dead in Christ, the saints then living,
Both shall meet Him in the air;
With joy presented to the Father,
Spotless, faultless, glorious, fair!
Thro’out the vast eternal ages,
In that place beyond compare,
We’ll see Him, serve Him, praise Him ever.
And His endless glories share!
– Alfred P. Gibbs
50.) “A Thank-Offering”
Lord God, the winter has been sweet and brief
In this fair land;
For us the budded willow and the leaf,
The peaceful strand.
For us the silver nights and golden days,
The violet mist;
The pearly clouds pierced with vibrating rays
Of amethyst.
– Ella Higginson
51.) “By and By”
Do you think that it would be possible to understand God’s ways?
Can you limit eternal existence and give back the tally in days?
Can you count His marvelous miracles, or judge just where He resides?
Have you seen His glory, His mercy, how His gentle spirit abides?
Have you felt His power in nature, the crashing of waves on the shore?
The furious winds in the treetops or thunder’s horrendous loud roar?
We cannot fathom God’s greatness, nor compare His knowledge to man;
From naught He created the planets, and keeps them secure in His hand.
Man plants the seed but God waters; He coaxes the rosebud to bloom;
He covers it all with such fragrance, there is found no sweeter perfume.
He gave His love without measure, the just or unjust – it’s the same.
His loving arms are held open to all who call on His name.
This great and majestic creator; this wonderful God of the earth;
Who rules o’er celestial beings, declares that our prayers are of worth.
When we talk to Him through our Saviour, if Jesus is King of our life,
He helps us contend with our problems, our hurts, our grief and our strife.
– Greta Zwaan
52.) “My Creed”
I’m nowhere lost and everywhere I am at home,
My God is nature, my church is the immense blue dome,
And my religion is goodness attached to no other name,
All mankind, whatever creed or color, to me are dear the same
Admiring everything that’s beautiful and loving all that’s true,
I do believe in every thought that turns this world to greatness, new.
– Alfred Bem
53.) “I Could Not Do Without Thee”
I could not do without Thee,
O Saviour of the lost!
Whose precious blood redeemed me,
At such tremendous cost.
Thy righteousness, Thy pardon,
Thy precious blood must be
My only hope and comfort,
My glory and my plea!
I could not do without Thee!
I cannot stand alone,
I have no strength or goodness,
No wisdom of my own.
But Thou, belovèd Saviour,
Art all in all to me;
And weakness will be power,
If leaning hard on Thee.
– Frances Ridley Havergal
54.) “Ash Wednesday”
And pray to God to have mercy upon us
And pray that I may forget
These matters that with myself I too much discuss
Too much explain
Because I do not hope to turn again
Let these words answer
For what is done, not to be done again
May the judgement not be too heavy upon us
– T.S. Eliot
55.) “Jesus, Saviour, Pilot Me”
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me,
Over life’s tempestuous sea;
Unknown waves before me roll,
Hiding rock and treacherous shoal:
Chart and compass come from Thee:
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me.
As a mother stills her child,
Thou canst hush the ocean wild;
Boisterous waves obey Thy will
When thou say’st to them “Be still!”
Wondrous Sovereign of the sea,
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me.
– Edward Hopper
56.) “High Above The Hills”
High above the hills and dales
A white dove soars, a seagull sails
A skylark sings from altitude
Unseen, but heard below where good
And ill so often fight it out
Instilling fear, unrest and doubt
That darkens vision to confuse
So much to gain, so much to lose!
And here below I cannot fly
To be with them in azure sky
My heart cries out for freedom’s way
Above the clouds of violent grey
To where in tune with skylark’s song
Dismissed is pain and sufferings wrong
With seagull and with gentle dove
At one with God
In Peace and Love
– J. McLeod
57.) “Thou Art Coming Mighty Saviour”
Thou art coming, mighty Saviour,
“King of kings,” Thy written Name:
Thou art coming, royal Saviour,
Coming for Thy promised reign.
O, the joy, when sin’s confusion
Ends beneath Thy righteous sway;
O, the peace, when all delusion
At Thy presence dies away.
Thou art coming, loving Saviour,
Coming first to claim Thine own.
Thou art coming, faithful Saviour,—
Thou could’st not abide alone.
In Thy Father’s house in glory,
Sinners saved shall dwell with Thee;
O, the sweetness of the story,—
Love’s own record we shall be.
– Unknown
58.) “Savior”
Visit us again, Savior.
Your children, burdened with
disbelief, blinded by a patina
of wisdom,
carom down this vale of
fear. […]
– Maya Angelou
59.) “Bought with a Price”
Bought with a price, O what a price!
‘Twas Jesus’ precious Blood,
That bought our pardon, cleansed our sin
And brought us nigh to God.
‘Twas not the blood of calves or goats,
That bought our pardon free,
But Jesus Christ’s most precious Blood,
Shed forth at Calvary.
For gold or silver would not do,
Redemption’s price to pay;
Naught but the precious Blood of Christ
Could wash our sins away.
No other Name, no other way,
For sin could e’er atone;
So Jesus shed His precious Blood
Which saves, and His alone.
– Unknown
60.) “The Bible”
We search the world for truth, we cull
The good, the pure, the beautiful,
From graven stone and written scroll,
And all old flower-fields of the soul;
And, weary seekers of the best,
We come back laden from our quest,
To find that all the sages said
Is in the Book our mothers read.
– John Greenleaf Whittier
61.) “His Plan For Me”
When I stand at the judgment seat of Christ,
And He shows me His plan for me,
The plan for my life as it might have been
Had He had His way, and I see
How I blocked Him here, and I checked Him there
And I would not yield my will—
Will there be grief in my Saviour’s eyes,
Grief, though He loves me still?
He would have me rich, and I stand there poor,
Stripped of all but His grace,
While memory runs like a hunted thing
Down the paths I cannot retrace.
Then my desolate heart will well-nigh break
With tears that I cannot shed;
I shall cover my face with my empty hands;
I shall bow my uncrowned head.
– Martha Snell Nicholson
62.) “Glorious Days Ahead”
There are many days to ponder
What should I have done but wander.
I did not stop to aid, to comfort
My own I felt was cowardly discomfort.
For what was the beast so near
It was so sure in my selfish fear.
Why was I so scared
Was I not ready and prepared?
The host of others who ran towards
Was my defense to shrink backwards.
I hope that I should never see
More times to run from so easy.
For in the last of days
There will be no moving sideways.
For we all must face
A certain death without disgrace.
– Byron Pulsifer
63.) “Blessed Redeemer, Full of Compassion”
Blessèd Redeemer, full of compassion,
Great is Thy mercy, boundless and free;
Now in my weakness, seeking Thy favor,
Lord, I am coming closer to Thee.
Chorus
Blessèd Redeemer, wonderful Savior,
Fountain of wisdom, Ancient of Days,
Hope of the faithful, Light of all ages,
Jesus my Savior, Thee will I praise.
Blessèd Redeemer, Thou art my Refuge,
Under Thy watch-care, safe I shall be;
Gladly adoring, joyfully trusting,
Still I am coming closer to Thee.
Blessèd Redeemer, gracious and tender,
New and forever dwell Thou in me;
Thou, my Protector, Shield and Defender,
Draw me and keep me closer to Thee.
– Fanny Crosby
64.) “The Lord Will Lead You”
Now that you’re celebrating
Your graduation day,
Your whole life is ahead of you,
And the Lord will lead the way.
Just trust in Him to guide you
In His divine and perfect will.
If you’ll pray and read His Holy Word,
His plan you will fulfill.
Whatever happens in your life,
On the Lord you can depend.
There’s nothing you can’t handle
With Jesus as your best friend.
– Joanna Fuchs
65.) “Untitled”
Though on a bed of suffering
I’m called a while to stay,
My spirit looks with pleasure
To that long-promised day,
When free from sin and sorrow
I’m evermore to be
With Him who died to save me,
The Man of Calvary.
My weary days of suffering
Will soon have passed away,
And rest will seem the sweeter
In Heaven’s eternal day;
So with this hope before me
In patience I would be
Sustained in my affliction
Until Thy face I see.
– Edwin B. Hartt
66.) “The Life And Light”
Thou art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from Thee.
Where’er we turn, Thy Glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine.
When Day, with farewell beam, delays
Among the op’ning clouds of Even,
And we can almost think we gaze
Through golden vistas into Heaven —
Those hues that make the sun’s decline
So soft, so radiant, Lord! are Thine.
When Night, with wings of starry gloom,
O’ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume
Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes —
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord! are Thine
– Thomas Moore
67.) “Not Till Then”
When this passing world is done,
When has sunk yon glowing sun,
When we stand with Christ in glory,
Looking o’er life’s finished story,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know—
Not till then— how much I owe.
– Robert Murray McCheyne
68.) “Creed Worth Believing”
I will not worry.
I will not be afraid.
I will not give way to anger.
I will be kind to every man, woman and child with whom I come in contact.
I will be cheerful and hopeful.
I will trust in God and bravely face the future.
– seen on a Church Bulletin
69.) “The Weaver”
MY LIFE is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I, the underside.
Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
– Unknown
70.) “Courage”
Because I hold it sinful to despond,
And will not let the bitterness of life
Blind me with burning tears, but look beyond
Its tumult and its strife;
Because I lift my head above the mist,
Where the sun shines and the broad breezes blow,
By every ray and every raindrop kissed
That God’s love doth bestow;
Think you I find no bitterness at all?
No burden to be borne, like Christian’s pack?
Think you there are no ready tears to fall
Because I keep them back?
Why should I hug life’s ills with cold reserve,
To curse myself and all who love me? Nay!
A thousand times more good than I deserve
God gives me every day.
And each one of these rebellious tears
Kept bravely back, He makes a rainbow shine;
Grateful I take His slightest gift, no fears
Nor doubts are mine.
– Celia Thaxter
71.) “Thy Will Be Done in Me”
O Thou to whom, without reserve,
My all I would resign,
I ask for grace and faith to say,
“Thy will, O Lord, not mine!”
In joy or grief, in bliss or pain,
This prayer shall rise to Thee,
“Thy will, not mine, O blessed Lord,
Thy will be done in me!”
Though thorns may pierce my weary feet,
Yet would I ne’er repine,
But meekly say, as Thou hast said,
“Thy will, O Lord, not mine!”
And though I pass beneath Thy rod,
Amen, so let it be!
Whate’er Thou wilt, O blessed Lord,
I know is best for me.
– Fanny Crosby
72.) “What Christianity Is?”
What Christianity is….
In the home it is kindness.
In business it is honesty.
In society it is courtesy.
In work it is fairness.
Toward the unfortunate it is pity.
Toward the weak it is help.
Toward the wicked it is resistance.
Toward the strong it is trust.
Toward the penitent it is forgiveness.
Toward the fortunate it is congratulation.
Toward God it is reverence and love.
– Unknown
73.) “Follow Thou Me”
True service is to follow
Where’er the Lord may lead;
Depending on His guidance,
Unto His voice to heed.
To listen for His bidding,
To seek to know His mind;
Obeying, then, His counsels,
When His desire you find.
There’s nothing else can equal
This service to fulfill;
Of following His leading,—
Just being in His will.
This Shepherd true will lead us
To pastures green, and rest;
To paths of sweet communion,
With His own presence blest.
– Unknown
74.) “The Way To Be Blest”
Tis being and doing and having that make
All the pleasures and pains of which mankind partake;
To be what God pleases, to do a man’s best.
And to have a good heart, is the way to be blest.
– Lord Byron
75.) “Disappointment”
“Disappointment — His appointment.”
Change one letter, then I see
That the thwarting of my purpose
Is God’s better choice for me.
His appointment must be blessing
Tho’ it may come in disguise,
For the end from the beginning
Open to His wisdom lies.
“Disappointment — His appointment.”
Whose? The Lord who loves me best—
Understands and knows me fully,
Who my faith and love would test:
For, like loving earthly parent,
He rejoices when He knows
That His child accepts unquestioned
All that from His wisdom flows.
– Unknown
76.) “I Gave My Life For Thee”
I gave my life for thee, Gal. 2:20.
My precious blood I shed, 1 Pet. 1:19.
That thou mightest ransomed be, Eph. 1:7.
And quickened from the dead. Eph. 2:1.
I gave my life for thee; Tit. 2:14.
What hast thou given for me? John 21:15-17.
I spent long years for thee 1 Tim. 1:15.
In weariness and woe, Isa. 53:3.
That an eternity John 17:24.
Of joy thou mightest know. John 16:22.
I spent long years for thee John 1:10, 11.
Hast thou spent one for me? 1 Pet. 4:2.
My Father’s home of light John 17:5.
My rainbow-circled throne Rev. 4:3.
I left for earthly night Phil. 2:7.
For wanderings sad and lone. Matt. 8:20.
I left it all for thee; 2 Cor. 8:9.
Hast thou left aught for me? Mark 10:29.
– Frances Ridley Havergal
77.) “Yea, Lord”
Yea, Lord! — Yet some must serve,
Not all with tranquil heart,
Even at Thy dear feet,
Wrapped in devotion sweet,
May sit apart.
Yea, Lord! — Yet some must bear
The burden of the day,
Its labor and its heat,
While others at Thy feet
May muse and pray.
Yea, Lord! — Yet some must do
Life’s daily task-work; some
Who fain would sing, must toil,
Amid earth’s dust and moil,
While lips are dumb.
Yea, Lord! — Yet even Thou
Hast need of earthly care.
I bring the bread and wine
To Thee, O Guest Divine!
Be this my prayer!
– Julia C. R. Dorr
78.) “Commit and Trust”
“Commit thy way unto the Lord”
If you would happy be;
He watches o’er with tender eye,
And knows what’s best for thee.
“Commit thy way unto the Lord,”
The true and faithful Guide,
Whose love desires your fellowship,
He’s ever at your side.
“Commit thy way unto the Lord”
And trust His guiding hand
To lead you through this wilderness,—
Your every step He’s planned.
“Commit thy way unto the Lord,”—
He knows thy pathway best,
Reposing in His will for you
Will give the sweetest rest.
“He worketh all things out for good”
For them that love the Lord,
“Commit thy way,” then rest and trust—
He’ll bless you in reward.
– Unknown
79.) “Happiness In Heaviness”
When all has been lost and hope seems no more,
When the victory you feel is unattainable,
With your dreams all destroyed, your plans gone array,
And nothing in life seems sustainable.
When friends walk away when you need them the most,
When you know that they don’t understand you;
When burdens are more than you ever can bear
And you wonder where all this will land you.
Your heart’s full of fear, your body’s grown weak,
When all of your tears are diminished,
To the point of despair, your tear ducts are dry,
You want to call out, “Is it finished?”
You’ve nowhere to turn, no soul who consoles,
You walk in a world where no light shines,
You fear the dark night, you’re frightened by sounds,
Your heart hears nothing but harsh grinds.
– Greta Zwaan
80.) “Lord At Peace With Thee”
Lord! if to-morrow’s rising sun
Proclaim a battle day for me,
I only ask that setting sun
May find me still at peace with Thee:
Give me the field at eventide,
‘Mid song of victory.
Lord! if the shadows, lurking deep,
Some unknown harm from me would hide,
Take Thou my hand, lest in the dark
The space should grow so wide
That never bridging of my prayers
Could reach the other side.
Lord! if these treasures which I have
Would keep me still in greater need,
Loosen the clinging of my hold
Lest they my growth impede;
Take, then, my empty hands in Thine,
And they are full indeed.
– Juliet Marsh
81.) “Only One”
There’s only one way by which sinners are saved,
And that’s by the way of the cross;
No works of our own, be they ever so great;
With God they are nothing but dross.
There’s only one Saviour who’s able to save,
That Saviour is Jesus the Lord,
The One who is human, and also divine.
Whose title we read is “The Word.”
There’s only one path! It is narrow and straight.
But it leads to the glory of God;
Its pleasures are lasting, they fade not away,
Tis the path which the Nazarene trod.
There’s only one Book that can guide you aright—
The Bible, God’s treasure so true;
Its precepts are binding, its teachings are pure,
This Book God has given to you.
– Unknown
82.) “The Peace Of Full Surrender”
O the peace of full surrender –
All my joy to do His will!
Mine to trust His faithful promise;
His the promise to fulfill.
O the glory and the rapture,
Thus to dwell with Christ the Lord;
New delight and wisdom gaining
From the study of His word.
Pleasure’s songs no more entice me,
Nor the bugle notes of Fame;
Sweeter far the holy music
Of my dear Redeemer’s name.
O the glory and the rapture –
Earthly burdens pass away!
Stormy winter turns to summer;
Lonely darkness into day.
– Frederic R. Marvin
83.) “In The Morning”
I met the Lord in the morning,
When the day was at its best,
And His presence came like sunshine,
Like a glory in my breast.
All day long His presence lingered,
All day long it stayed with me,
And we sailed in perfect calmness
O’er a very troubled sea.
Other ships were torn and battered,
Other ships were sore distressed,
But the winds that seemed to drive them
Brought to us sweet peace and rest.
Then I thought of other mornings
In a keen remorse of mind,
When I too had loosed the moorings,
With His presence left behind.
– Unknown
84.) “Nothing We Can’t Handle”
No matter what distressing times I face,
When rain and storms replace the sunny weather,
When things I counted on fail to sustain me,
There’s nothing we can’t handle, Lord, together.
If those I thought were friends act more like foes,
If I start to lose the things I hold most dear,
I know that I can tell it all to You;
You want to listen to me and to hear.
When my earthly world dissolves before my eyes,
When problems seem too great for me to bear,
You’ll always be there for me, Lord, I know;
I can come to you on bended knees in prayer.
It’s such a comfort, Lord, to realize,
You’ll always be my King, my Lord, my Friend;
To share my burdens, worries, and my cares,
You’ll love me and support me to the end.
– Joanna Fuchs
85.) “God Seen In His Works”
There’s not a tint that paints the rose,
Or decks the lily fair,
Or streaks the humblest flower that blows,
But God has placed it there.
At early dawn, there’s not a gale
Across the landscape driven,
And not a breeze that sweeps the vale,
That is not sent by Heaven.
There’s not, of grass, a single blade,
Or leaf of loveliest green,
Where heavenly skill is not displayed,
And heavenly wisdom seen.
There’s not a tempest, dark and dread,
Or storm that rends the air,
Or blast that sweeps the ocean’s bed,
But God’s own voice is there.
Around,–beneath,–below,–above,–
Wherever space extends,
There God displays His boundless love,
And power with mercy blends.
– James Cowden Wallace
86.) “Abide With Me”
Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide:
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me!
Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see:
O Thou Who changeth not, abide with me!
I need Thy presence every passing hour:
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s pow’r?
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me!
I fear not foe with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
Where is death’s sting? where, grace, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
— Henry F. Lyte
87.) “The Old Hymns”
There’s lot o’ music in ’em, the hymns of long ago,
An’ when some gray-haired brother sings the ones I used to know,
I sorter want to take a hand — I think o’ days gone by,
On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand and cast a wistful eye.
There’s lots of music in ’em — those dear, sweet hymns of old,
With visions bright of lands of light and shining streets of gold;
And I hear ’em ringing — singing, where Mem’ry dreaming stands,
“‘From Greenland’s icy mountains to India’s .coral strands.”
They seem to sing forever of holier, sweeter days,
When the lilies of the love of God bloomed white in all the ways;
And I want to hear their music from the old-time meetin’s rise.
Till ‘I can read my title clear to mansions in the skies.”
We never needed singin’ books in them old days; we knew
The words — the tunes of every one the dear old hymn book through!
We didn’t have no trumpets then — no organs built for show;
We only sang to praise the Lord “from whom all blessings flow.”
– Unknown
88.) “Born Again”
had no joy in flowers,
In dewdrop or in rain;
No thought for shady bowers;
Til I was born again.
But now I love the rose,
The blooms of hill and plain.
And all that nature shows,
Since I am born again.
For idle joys I yearned,
And solemn thoughts gave pain;
Until the truth I learned.
And thus was born again.
My life was filled with pride.
And all my thoughts were vain;
I cared for none beside;
‘Til I was born again.
– David V. Bush
89.) “Moment By Moment”
Dying with Jesus, by death reckoned mine;
Living with Jesus, a new life divine;
Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine,
Moment by moment, O Lord, I am thine.
Refrain:
Moment by moment I’m kept in his love;
Moment by moment I’ve life from above;
Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine;
Moment by moment, O Lord, I am thine.
Never a trial that he is not there,
Never a burden that he doth not bear,
Never a sorrow that he doth not share,
Moment by moment, I’m under his care.
Never a weakness that he doth not feel,
Never a sickness that he cannot heal;
Moment by moment, in woe or in weal,
Jesus, my Saviour, abides with me still.
– D. W. Whittle
90.) “Watch!”
Let your lights be burning brightly,
And your loins be girded well,
Watching daily, watching nightly,
When He cometh! who can tell?
No one knoweth but the Father
When the Bridegroom shall appear,
Think not on the when—but rather
How his coming we shall bear.
If our lights are burning brightly,
Then indeed we may rejoice;
If we’re watching daily, nightly,
We shall hear the Bridegroom’s voice,
When He cometh, saying sweetly,.
“Come, ye blessed ones, away!
Washed and purified completely,
Come and be with me for aye.”
– Caroline L. Elliott
91.) “Creed Worth Believing”
I will not worry.
I will not be afraid.
I will not give way to anger.
I will be kind to every man, woman and child with whom I come in contact.
I will be cheerful and hopeful.
I will trust in God and bravely face the future.
– Church Bulletin
92.) “Feelings”
Standing at the edge of the water, with trembling; with fear and concern,
I knew that I ought to go further, I knew there was much I should learn.
But the fear in my heart was tremendous, for who knows what might lie ahead?
Had anyone conquered these waters? And were they engulfed with this dread?
My heart says it’s safe, I should trust Him, but my head has control of my will;
In the turmoil that struggles within me I can’t seem to hear, “Peace, be still.”
I fumble, I falter, I quiver, but my steps I cannot retrace,
I lift my eyes up to heaven, I am searching for help and for grace.
– Greta Zwaan
93.) “Faultless”
Faultless! O how wonderful
That I shall ever be,
Before His presence clean and white,
From sin, forever free.
Faultless! Yes, ’tis marvelous
That Jesus loved me so,
To cleanse me from my many sins,
And make me white as snow.
Though Satan would discourage now,
Accusing me of sin,
I firmly rest on Jesus’ blood,
Which cleanseth me within.
And I look forward to that time,
When sin will all be gone,
I’ll be presented clean and white
Before the Father’s throne.
– Unknown
94.) “Can It Ever Be”
O God! how can it ever be,
That I Thy glorious face can see,
Be cleansed from sin by Thy Son’s blood,
Which for man’s sins so freely flowed?
That when Thou comest with Thy band
Of mighty angels fair and grand.
To make Thy jewels up for Thee,
That Thou wilt then remember me?
But, ah! how can I ever be
A jewel bright and glow for Thee,
And live with Thee in that fair land.
And with Thy hosts of angels stand?
For now I am so vile and weak.
But trembling, lone. Thy ways I seek.
Thy blood to cleanse. Thy love to guide,
And lead me to my Saviour’s side.
– Mary C. Ryan
95.) “His Birth”
A Virgin shall bring forth a Son,
Foretold so long ago:
True Son of God, and Son of Man—
The whole wide world should know.
The Virgin Mary was the maid
To whom the angel came
And told the manner of His birth,
And gave to Him His name.
The Inn was full, there was no room,
They found a stall instead.
When Christ the Saviour came to earth
A manger was His bed.
Yet angels sang a glad refrain
Of praise to God above,
For Christ the Lord was born on earth:
The fulness of God’s love.
– Edward L. Crane
96.) “Come To Jesus”
Isn’t there more to life?
Is this all there is?
Imprisoned by our need for control,
trapped by insatiable desires
for worldly pleasures,
we are oppressed by our desperate hunger
for approval and love
from everyone
except the One who loves us most.
Straining, fighting to release
a familiar yet unknown burden,
we struggle to flee the tension, the stress
from the inner knowing
that our lives are incomplete
without Him who created us.
– Joanna Fuchs
97.) “The True Way”
We know that we’re stubborn and willful,
And tho’ we have kindly been shown
The true way, which God has appointed,
We often go on in our own.
And thus we go on in the darkness,
Groping our way thro’ the night;
Unmindful ofttimes of His goodness,
And missing His glorious light.
But still He looks down with compassion,
And e’en thro’ life’s greatest alarms
We’re sheltered and safely protected,
As weak little lambs in His arms.
Could we but have more of His goodness
Implanted each day in our heart,
Perhaps there are others about us
Who’d feel the rich joy we’d impart.
Could our love, every day, be to others
As the love from our Maker above,
O what a grand army of brothers
Would be banded together in love!
– Henry Reed Conant
98.) “The Blessed Hope”
It is not for a sign we are watching—
For wonders above and below,
The pouring of vials and judgment,
The sounding of trumpets of woe;
It is not for a Day we are looking,
Not even the time yet to be
When the earth shall be filled with God’s glory
As the waters cover the sea.
It is not for a King we are longing
To make the world-kingdoms His own;
It is not for a Judge Who shall summon
The nations of earth to His throne.
Not for these, though we know they are coming;
For they are but adjuncts of Him
Before Whom all glory is clouded,
Beside Whom all splendor grows dim.
– Annie Johnson Flint
99.) “The Link In The Chain”
I’m not the one to make judgements; I’m not the one to set goals,
I’m just a tool for the Master, part of His team to save souls.
I’m not the one with the answers to all the questions you ask,
I’m not the one full of knowledge; I’m hardly up to the task.
I too am one who is searching, why has the world gone astray?
I have found peace in my Saviour but others have not found their way.
So, God, if You’re willing to use me, a link in the chain of events,
Give me instructions to follow, words that to lost souls make sense.
Help me to keep it as simple as Jesus revealed to the crowd;
Not oratorical flourish, not being boisterous or loud.
Simply the plan of salvation, let it appeal to mankind,
Its wonderful peace You have offered,
Peace to the soul and the mind.
– Greta Zwaan
100.) “Be Still, My Soul”
Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In ev’ry change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly Friend
Thru thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.
– Kathrina von Schlegel
101.) “Yet a Little While”
Only “a little while,”
A moment it may be,
Ere I shall see Him face to face,
Who died, who lives for me.
Only “a little while,”
The wilderness to roam,
And then the Father’s house above,
My dwelling-place, my home.
Only “a little while,”
To walk by faith alone,
And then without a veil to see,
And know as I am known.
Only “a little while,”
To tread the path He trod,
And then the Home of rest and joy,
The dwelling-place of God.
– Unknown
102.) “The Folded Lamb”
Rest for the little sleeper!
Joy for the ransomed soul!
Peace for the lonely weeper,
Dark tho’ the waters roll.
Weep for the little sleeper:
Weep, it will ease thy heart,
Tho’ the dull pain be deeper
Than with the world to part.
Mighty the conflict o’er him!
How could he face the foe?
Rugged the road before him!
How could the weak one go?
He could not climb the mountain;
He could not face the foe,
Lying between Life’s Fountain,
And this dark vale below.
– Unknown
103.) “God’s Power”
In every waving blade of grass,
In every little flower.
That daily in my walks I pass,
I see God’s wondrous power.
And every tiny drop of rain
Which falls in gentle shower,
And then in mist ascends again.
Tells of His wondrous power.
The little birds that gaily trill
Their songs in morning hour,
And all the air with music fill.
Sing of His wondrous power.
– Maria J Dodge
104.) “God Bless You”
I cannot find a truer word
Nor fonder to caress you;
Nor song of poem I have heard
Is sweeter than “God bless you!”
God bless you! so I breathe a charm
Lest Grief’s dark night oppress you.
Then how can Sorrow bring you harm
If ’tis God’s way to bless you.
And so, not “All thy days be fair,
And shadows touch thee never,”
But this alone — God bless you, dear!
So thou art safe forever.
– Julia A. Baker
105.) “O! For a Perfect Trust”
O! for the peace of a perfect trust,
My loving God, in Thee;
Unwavering faith that never doubts
Thou choosiest best for me.
Best, though my plans be all upset;
Best though my way be rough;
Best, though my earthly store be scant;
In Thee I have enough.
Best, though my health and strength be gone;
Though weary days be mine;
Shut out from much that others have;
Not my will, Lord, but Thine.
And e’en though disappointments come,
They, too, are best for me
To wean me from this changing world
And lead me nearer Thee.
– Unknown
106.) “They’re Dear to God”
Oh that when Christians meet and part,
These words were graved on every heart—
They’re dear to God!
However willful and unwise,
We’ll look on them with loving eyes—
They’re dear to God!
Oh, wonder! – to the Eternal One,
Dear as His own beloved Son;
Dearer to Jesus than His blood,
Dear as the Spirit’s fixed abode—
They’re dear to God!
When tempted to give pain for pain,
How would this thought our words restrain,
They’re dear to God!
When truth compels us to contend,
What love with all our strife should blend!
They’re dear to God.
– Unknown
107.) “Rock of Ages”
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Save me from its guilt and power.
Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfil Thy law’s demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress,
Helpless, look to thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly,
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
– Augustus Montague Toplady
108.) “Follow Thou Me”
True service is to follow
Where’er the Lord may lead;
Depending on His guidance,
Unto His voice to heed.
To listen for His bidding,
To seek to know His mind;
Obeying, then, His counsels,
When His desire you find.
There’s nothing else can equal
This service to fulfill;
Of following His leading,—
Just being in His will.
This Shepherd true will lead us
To pastures green, and rest;
To paths of sweet communion,
With His own presence blest.
– Unknown
109.) “Not What My Hands Have Done”
Not what my hands have done
Can save my guilty soul;
Not what my toiling flesh has borne
Can make my spirit whole.
Not what I feel or do
Can give me peace with God;
Not all my prayers and sighs and tears
Can bear my awful load.
Thy work alone, O Christ,
Can ease this weight of sin;
Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God,
Can give me peace within.
Thy love to me, O God,
Not mine, O Lord, to Thee,
Can rid me of this dark unrest,
And set my spirit free.
– Horatius Bonar
110.) “Watching For His Appearing”
It is not for a King we are longing
To make the world kingdom His own;
It is not for a Judge who shall summon
The nations of earth to His throne;
Not for those, though we know they are coming,
For they are but conditions of Him
Before whom all glory is clouded,
Beside whom all splendor grows dim.
We wait for the Lord, our Beloved,
Our Comforter, Master and Friend;
The substance of all we have hoped for,
Beginning of faith, and its end.
We watch for our Saviour and Bridegroom,
Who loved us and made us His own;
For Him we are looking and longing—
For Jesus, and Jesus alone!
– Unknown
111.) “What God Hath Promised”
God hath not promised
Skies always blue,
Flower-strewn pathways
All our lives through;
God hath not promised
Sun without rain
Joy without sorrow,
Peace without pain.
But God hath promised
Strength for the day,
Rest for the labor,
Light for the way,
Grace for the trials,
Help from above,
Unfailing sympathy,
Undying love.
– Annie Johnson Flint
112.) “My Vote”
“Have you cast your vote?” they ask me,
“We must not this right forego,
Have you heard our party’s leader?
He’s the coming man, you know”.
So I fear I’m thought a shirker
When the polling day comes ’round,
And in the freeman’s voting
My ballot is not found.
But one thing they’re not knowing—
I did cast my vote one day,
And all the powers of evil
Cannot take my choice away.
That ballot’s penned in crimson
For all eternity—
How can I choose another
To rule affairs for me?
Some day the list of voters,
By His own love now sealed,
Will be at last made public
And every name revealed.
– Unknown
113.) “Come – Enter Today!”
The mistakes of my life have been many,
The sins of my heart have been more,
And I scarce can see for weeping,
But I’ll knock at the open door.
I know I am weak and sinful,
It comes to me more and more,
But as the dear Saviour bids me come in.
I’ll enter the open door.
– Unknown
Summary
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