Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move;
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.
Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move;
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.
For life without Thy love
No relish can afford;
No joy can be compared to this,
To serve and please the Lord.
Amidst the wakeful hours of night,
When busy cares afflict my head,
One thought of Thee gives new delight,
And adds refreshment to my bed.
This is the first in a series on the life of David
My spirit looks to God alone;
My rock and refuge is His throne;
In all my fears, in all my straits,
My soul on His salvation waits.
But I stand silently before the Lord, waiting for Him to rescue me. For salvation comes from Him alone.
O lead me to the rock
That’s high above my head,
And make the covert of thy wings
My shelter and my shade.
When my heart is faint and overwhelmed, lead me to the mighty, towering Rock of safety.
Psalm 60 Poem by Isaac Watts Lord, hast thou cast the nation off?Must we for ever mourn?Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath?Shall mercy ne’er return? The terror of one frown of thineMelts all our strength away;Like men that totter drunk with wine,We tremble in dismay. Great […]
Yes, Lord, help us against our enemies, for man’s help is useless.
My God is changeless in his love for me, and he will come and help me.