August 20, 2017
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent word!
What more can He say than to you He hath said,
Who unto the Savior for refuge have fled?
In every condition—in sickness, in health,
In poverty’s vale or abounding in wealth,
At home or abroad, on the land or the sea—
As thy days may demand, so thy succor shall be.
Fear not, I am with thee; oh, be not dismayed,
For I am thy God and will still give thee aid.
I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.
The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose
I will not, I cannot, desert to his foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake.
June 18, 2017
Praise, my soul, the King of heaven,
To His feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Evermore His praises sing.
Praise the everlasting King.
Praise Him for His grace and favor
To His people in distress;
Praise Him, still the same as ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless.
Glorious in His faithfulness.
Fatherlike, God tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame He knows;
Motherlike, God gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.
Widely yet His mercy flows.
Angels in the height, adoring,
Ye behold Him face to face;
Saints triumphant, bow before Him,
Gathered in from every race.
Praise with us the God of grace.
December 18, 2016
It’s the birthday of the English hymn writer Charles Wesley (1707-1788), many of whose hymns — this one, for instance — are among the most familiar and best-loved in Christendom.