We Love God!

God: "I looked for someone to take a stand for me, and stand in the gap" (Ezekiel 22:30)

In a strange way, God's good and perfect gifts (Jas. 1:17) abundantly lavished on our lives have not created a greater heart for the Giver, but rather have given us a greater love for lesser gifts.
Randy Smith

SONGS OF PRAISE

CASTLES

Let them that would build castles in the air Vault thither, without step or stair, Instead of feet to climb, take wings to fly, And think their turret’s top the sky. But let me lay all my foundations deep. And…

SONGS OF PRAISE

THE CURATE

NEAR yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden-flower grows wild, There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher’s modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear,…

SONGS OF PRAISE

AUDI, TELLUS, AUDI

(Advent Hymn Of The Eleventh Century.) HEAR, Earth, hear God’s decree, Cave of the mighty sea! Hear, man! hear every one Dwelling beneath the sun! It Cometh! it is near. The day of wrath and fear! Woe for that bitter…

SONGS OF PRAISE

SUNDAY

O DAY most calm, most bright! The fruit of this, the next world’s bud; Th’ indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a Friend, and with His blood; The couch of time; care’s balm and bay: — The week were dark,…

SONGS OF PRAISE

STRIVE

Strive, when thou art called of God, When He draws thee by His grace, Strive to cast away the load That would clog thee in the race! Fight, though it may cost thy life, Storm the kingdom, but prevail; Let…

SONGS OF PRAISE

THE SILENT TOWER

TINTADGEL bells ring o’er the tide! The boy leans on his vessel side, — He hears that sound, and dreams of home Soothe the wild orphan of the foam. “Come to thy God in time!” Thus saith their pealing chime:…

SONGS OF PRAISE

A WREATH

A WREATHED garland of deservéd praise, Of praise deservéd, unto Thee I give; I give to Thee, who knowest all my ways, My crooked winding ways, wherein I live. Wherein I die, not live; for life is straight, Straight as…

SONGS OF PRAISE

STABAT MATER DOLOROSA

At the cross her station keeping, Stood the mournful mother weeping, Where He hung, the dying Lord; For her soul, of joy bereaved, Bowed with anguish, deeply grieved. Felt the sharp and piercing sword. Oh, how sad and sore distressed…