Wherewith, O Lord, Shall I Draw Near

Today’s hymn comes from Charles Wesley, and it is a wonderful meditation on the fact there is nothing we can do to appease the wrath of God, except plead Christ’s blood on our behalf. I hope these words make you thankful for your Saviour today; enjoy!

Meter: 8.8.8.8

Wherewith, O Lord, shall I draw near,
And bow my­self before Thy face?
How in Thy pur­er eyes a­ppear?
What shall I bring to gain Thy grace?

Whoe’er to Thee them­selves ap­prove
Must take the path Thy­self has showed;
Justice pur­sue, and mer­cy love,
And hum­bly walk by faith with God.

But though my life hence­forth be Thine,
Present for past can ne’er atone;
Though I to Thee the whole re­sign,
I on­ly give Thee back Thine own.

What have I then where­in to trust?
I no­thing have, I no­thing am;
Excluded is my ev­ery boast;
My glo­ry swal­lowed up in shame.

Guilty I stand be­fore Thy face;
On me I feel Thy wrath abide:
’Tis just the sen­tence should take place,
’Tis just—but O, Thy Son hath died!

Jesus, the Lamb of God, hath bled,
He bore our sins up­on the tree,
Beneath our curse He bowed His head,
’Tis fin­ished! He hath died for me!

For me I now be­lieve He died!
He made my ev­ery crime His own,
Fully for me He sa­tis­fied:
Father, well pleased be­hold Thy Son.

He ev­er lives for me to pray;
He prays that I with Him may reign;
Amen to what my Lord doth say!
Jesu, Thou canst not pray in vain.

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Where Thou Leadest Me

Today’s song comes from one of today’s most prolific modern day hymn writers Keith and Kristyn Getty, and Bryan Fowler. I hope you can say with them “I will go wherever you lead me Lord”; enjoy!

Where Thou leadest me
I dare not find complaint
For Thou hast never left
Nor will for all my days
Thy presence is my good
And it shall ever be
I will go where Thou leadest me

Sovereign is Thy hand
To guide me when I’m worn
Thy good and perfect will
Holds fast through every storm
What time I am afraid
My faith looks up to Thee
I will trust where Thou leadest me

Refrain
On the mountain high
Through the valley deep
I will go where Thou leadest me

O Shepherd keep me near
For I am prone to stray
The frailty of my flesh
Seeks refuge in Thy grace
This promise is my peace
My soul is safe in Thee
I will rest as Thou leadest me [Refrain]

Savior light my path
Until that final day
If Thou art Lord of life
Why should I fear the grave?
Proud death has lost its sting
For all eternity
I will rise where Thou leadest me
Home with Christ where Thou leadest me [Refrain]

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Psalm 42: As Pants the Deer

Today’s hymn comes from an unknown author, however the music is written by Gregory Wilbur and sung by Marisa Galdino. Greg has written lots of new songs for the church and I have enjoyed every one I’ve listened to; I’m sure you’ll enjoy this one too!

As pants the deer for streams of living water,
So longs my soul, O living God, for Thee;
I thirst for Thee, for Thee my heart is yearning;
When shall I come Thy gracious face to see?

O Lord my God, o’erwhelmed in deep affliction,
Far from Thy rest, to Thee I lift my soul;
Deep calls to deep and storms of trouble thunder,
While o’er my head the waves and billows roll.

Thou wilt command Thy servant’s consolation,
Thy loving-kindness yet shall cheer my day,
And in the night Thy song shall be my comfort;
God of my life, to Thee I still will pray.

Why, O my soul, art thou cast down within me,
Why art thou troubled and oppressed with grief?
Hope thou in God, the God of thy salvation,
Hope, and thy God will surely send relief.

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We Have Not Known Thee As We Ought

Today’s hymn comes from Thomas Benson Pollock (1836-1896). He was edu­cat­ed at Tri­ni­ty Col­lege, Ireland ,where he won the Vice-Chan­cel­lor’s Prize for Eng­lish Verse in 1855. He stu­died me­di­cine in Lon­don, but in 1861 de­cid­ed to take Ho­ly Or­ders in the Anglican Church. He served as cur­ate of St. Luke’s, Leeds; St. Tho­mas’, Stam­ford Hill, Lon­don; and Ho­ly Tri­ni­ty, Bor­des­ley, Bir­min­gham, where his bro­ther, James Sa­mu­el Pol­lock, was vi­car. Then, for the rest of his life, he min­is­tered to the poor at St. Al­ban’s Mis­sion in Birm­ing­ham. Pollock was a mem­ber of the Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern com­mit­tee, and was its chair­man from 1895–961. Below is a traditional as well as a modern rendition; enjoy!

Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8

We have not known thee as we ought,
nor learned thy wisdom, grace and pow’r;
the things of earth have filled our thought,
and trifles of the passing hour.
Lord, give us light thy truth to see,
and make us wise in knowing thee.

We have not feared thee as we ought,
nor bowed beneath thine awesome eye,
nor guarded deed and word and thought,
remembering that God was nigh.
Lord, give us faith to know thee near,
and grant the grace of holy fear.

We have not loved thee as we ought,
nor cared that we are loved by thee;
thy presence we have coldly sought,
and feebly longed thy face to see.
Lord, give a pure and loving heart
to feel and own the love thou art.

We have not served thee as we ought;
alas! the duties left undone,
the work with little fervor wrought,
the battles lost or scarcely won!
Lord, give the zeal and give the might,
for thee to toil, for thee to fight.

When shall we know thee as we ought,
and fear and love and serve aright!
When shall we, out of trial brought,
be perfect in the land of light!
Lord, may we day by day prepare
to see thy face and serve thee there.

1hymntime.com/tch/bio/p/o/l/l/pollock_tb.htm

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Come, We That Love The Lord

Today’s hymn comes from Isaac Watts, and was first published in his Hymns & Sacred Songs in 1707; it was later entitled “Heavenly Joy on Earth”. Since then, it has undergone many alterations and revisions, but is still greatly loved1. Enjoy!

Meter: 6.6.8.6

Come, we that love the Lord,
and let our joys be known;
join in a song with sweet accord,
and thus surround the throne.

Let those refuse to sing
who never knew our God;
but children of the heav’nly King
may speak their joys abroad. 

The hill of Zion yields
a thousand sacred sweets
before we reach the heav’nly fields,
or walk the golden streets. 

Then let our songs abound,
and every tear be dry;
we’re marching through Emmanuel’s ground
to fairer worlds on high.

1hymnary.org/text/come_we_that_love_the_lord_and_let_our

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Cast Thy Burden On The Lord

Today’s hymn comes from an anonymous writer, and was included in Rowland Hill’s Psalms and Hymns collection in 1783, and was entitled, “Encouragement for the Weak”1. This one definitely is an encouragement for the weak and hope it encourages you today; enjoy!

Meter: 7.7.7.7

Cast thy burden on the Lord,
Only lean upon His Word;
Thou wilt soon have cause to bless
His eternal faithfulness.

He sustains thee by His hand,
He enables thee to stand;
Those whom Jesus once hath loved
From His grace are never moved.

Human counsels come to naught;
That shall stand which God hath wrought;
His compassion, love, and power,
Are the same for evermore.

Heaven and earth may pass away,
God’s free grace shall not decay;
He hath promised to fulfill
All the pleasure of His will.

Jesus, Guardian of Thy flock,
Be Thyself our constant Rock;
Make us, by Thy powerful hand,
Strong as Zion’s mountain stand.

1hymnary.org/text/cast_thy_burden_on_the_lord_only_lean_up?extended=true

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