Been reading alot of Tozer lately, and he always inserts hymns, poetry, or prayers at the beginning or end of his chapters. These are a few hymns/poems that spoke to me.
And Can It Be That I Should Gain
By: Charles Wesley (1707-1788)
And can it e that I should gain
An interest in the Savior’s blood!
Died He for me? Who caused His pain?
For me? who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be
That thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
‘Tis mystery all: The Immortal dies!
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the first born seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine!
‘Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
Let angel minds inquire no more.
He left His father’s throne above
(so free, so infinite His grace!),
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless race.
‘Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For, O my God, it found out me!
Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray;
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine;
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th’ eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Amazing love! How can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
The King of Love My Shepherd Is
By: Henry W. Baker (1821-1877)
The King of love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never;
I nothing lack if I am His
And He is mine forever.
Where streams of living water flow
My ransomed soul He leadeth,
And, where the verdant pastures grow,
With food celestial feedeth.
Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,
But yet in love He sought me,
And on His shoulder gently laid,
And home rejoicing brought me.
In death’s dark vale I fear no ill
With Thee, dear Lord beside me;
Thy rod and staff my comfort still,
Thy cross before to guide me.
And so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never;
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
Within Thy house forever.
O Love, How Deep
Latin, Fifteenth Century
Translated by Benjamin Webb (1819-1885)
O love, how deep, how broad, how high,
It fills the heart with ecstasy,
That God, the Son of God, should take
Our mortal form for mortals’ sake!
He sent no angel to our race
Of higher or lower place,
But wore the robe of human frame
Himself, and to this lost world came.
For us baptized, for us he bore
His holy fast and hungered sore,
For us temptation sharp he knew,
For us the tempter overthrew.
For us he prayed; for us he taught;
For us his daily works he wrought;
By his words and signs and actions thus
Still seeking not himself, but us.
For us to wicked men betrayed,
Scourged, mocked, in purple robe arrayed,
He bore the shameful cross and death,
For us at length gave up his breath.
For us he rose from death again;
For us he went on high to reign;
For us he sent his Spirit here
To guide, to strengthen and to cheer.
To him whose boundless love has won
Salvation for us through his Son,
To God the Father, glory be
Both now and through eternity.
Thy Word Is Like A Garden
By: Edwin Hodder (1837-1904)
Thy Word is like a garden, Lord.
With flowers bright and fair;
And everyone who seeks may pluck
A lovely cluster there.
Thy Word is like a deep, deep mine;
And jewels rich and rare
Are hidden in its mighty depths
For every searcher there.
Thy Word is like a starry host:
A thousand rays of light
Are seen to guide the traveler,
And make his pathway bright.
Thy Word is like an armory,
Where soldiers may repair,
And find, for life’s long battle day,
All needful weapons there.
By: Alfred C. Snead (1884-1961)
Fully surrendered – Lord I am Thine;
Fully surrendered, Savior divine!
Live Thou Thy life in me;
All fullness dwells in Thee;
Not I, but Christ in me,
Christ all in all.
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