_Thy Grace

Thy grace is as my blood to me my life, my soul, my end, my start. Thy grace is a song, a melody the very beating of my frail heart. Thy grace is my ever ready strength the very marrow of my feeble bones. Thy grace is not an arm of withered length it reaches and raises in the midst of woes. Thy grace is a ballast for my soul my endless joy in dark unrest. Thy grace is the heavens packed in a scroll in every tittle my soul refreshed.

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_Thy Word

Thy Word is an ocean-full of grace a vast world of unspeakable peace. Thy Word is a hundred rolling waves never ceasing, ever coming rolls of bliss. Thy Word to me is a thousand suns it's brightness never growing dim. Thy Word in Thy dear Beloved Son eternal joys in Him I win.

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_All Praise to the Name!

Why O why, O Lord of Heaven to come down to earth and take my soul even in the midst of sin so darkened you see not me, but Christ behold. O, the joy that is in Christ Jesus the righteous life inputed to me He died for sin, on the Cross all wrath was given then raised from the dead, and justified me! O, praise to the Name of my dear Lord Savior! Eternal Hell is all I ever deserved to gain but so all for Grace that the Lord alone would glory He took my sin gave me ...

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_What Grace is This?

O,what grace is this for Christ to die, for Christ to die for someone like me? What grace is this for Christ to fly from Heaven's gate to Calvary? Dear soul, do you not see the infiniteness of grace poured out for Thee? A Holy God with wrathful eyes, with hateful, vengeful hate for Thee? Instead of taking you this day, this very moment to eternal Hell, Christ came to Earth in your stead, freely did for you wretch’d rebel, He lived a life of perfect pace, He ran the race that you did fail, He lived a life in perfect obedience, that His justification may to you befell. And yet the sinless Savior lived, to come ...

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_In Days of Sorrow

In days of sorrow, trouble and pain I am more than glad for Thy Name to proclaim! Oh what grace is this to partake in this thought for Christ to die, for me to be bought? How else should I live this difficult life if not for the Lord who gave me eternal life!

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_What Manner of Love is This?!

What manner of love is this, for Christ to die for a wretch like me? Undeserving, ill-deserving, hell-deserving, lived in selfish vanity! And yet Thy Word proclaims such a treasure crushed on a Cross atop Calvary to pay for my sins, for which I must suffer the wrath of God, in Hell for eternity! What manner of love is this, for Christ to die for a wretch like me? A sin-sick soul yet Christ forgiven and when I die, with Him I'll be eternally!

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_The Blood Splattered Cross

How firmly is my sin nailed to that blood splattered Cross, the sin that would've earned me nothing but eternal loss. What condemnation awaited me, before the Son of God came in my stead and shed His precious blood. In dust and ashes, in knees bleeding nigh with tears overflowing till mine eyes run dry, forever will I worship beholding the radiance of Your face, for dead I was, In sin was death and yet you've shown me the sweet sung song of your glorious, glorious Grace!

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