- "By grace are you saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God, not of works, lest any man should boast." Ephesians 2: 8-9
- 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.
- Your voice alone, O Lord, can speak to me of grace;
- Your power alone, O Son of God, can all my sin erase.
- No other work but Yours, no other blood will do;
- No strength but that which is divine can bear me safely through.
- I praise the Christ of God; I rest on love divine;
- And with unfaltering lip and heart I call this Savior mine.
- My Lord has saved my life and freely pardon gives;
- I love because He first loved me, I live because He lives.
- Horatius Bonar, 1861
- H.T. Reformation Ink
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Wednesday, April 28, 2010
NOT WHAT MY HANDS HAVE DONE
Sunday, February 10, 2008
THY WAY, NOT MINE, O LORD
"The Lord will guide you always." Isaiah 58:11
Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
However dark it be;
Lead me by Thine own hand,
Choose out the path for me.
Smooth let it be or rough,
It will be still the best;
Winding or straight, it leads
Right onward to Thy rest.
I dare not choose my lot;
I would not, if I might;
Choose Thou for me, my God,
So I shall walk aright.
Take Thou my cup, and it
With joy or sorrow fill,
As best to Thee may seem;
Choose Thou my good and ill.
Choose Thou for me my friends,
My sickness or my health;
Choose Thou my cares for me
My poverty or wealth.
The kingdom that I seek
Is Thine: so let the way
That leads to it be Thine,
Else I must surely stray.
Not mine, not mine the choice
In things or great or small;
Be Thou my guide, my strength
My wisdom, and my all.
Horatius Bonar, 1857.
(Courtesy of Reformation Ink)
May I find comfort in my Lord's providential care.
RC
"The Lord will guide you always." Isaiah 58:11
Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
However dark it be;
Lead me by Thine own hand,
Choose out the path for me.
Smooth let it be or rough,
It will be still the best;
Winding or straight, it leads
Right onward to Thy rest.
I dare not choose my lot;
I would not, if I might;
Choose Thou for me, my God,
So I shall walk aright.
Take Thou my cup, and it
With joy or sorrow fill,
As best to Thee may seem;
Choose Thou my good and ill.
Choose Thou for me my friends,
My sickness or my health;
Choose Thou my cares for me
My poverty or wealth.
The kingdom that I seek
Is Thine: so let the way
That leads to it be Thine,
Else I must surely stray.
Not mine, not mine the choice
In things or great or small;
Be Thou my guide, my strength
My wisdom, and my all.
Horatius Bonar, 1857.
(Courtesy of Reformation Ink)
May I find comfort in my Lord's providential care.
RC
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