He Giveth More Grace (Repost)

I recently reread this hymn after someone mentioned it when counselling a mother and wife who was dealing with a lot of overwhelming circumstances. It was a wonderful reminder to me that God’s grace is so sufficient for our every need, and I wanted to reshare this reminder with you; enjoy!

Today’s hymn was written by Annie Johnson Flint (1866–1932). At a young age Annie would lose both her mother and father, as well as later losing her adopted parents. She also developed arthritis while caring for her adopted parents before their death; this grew steadily worse to the point that she was unable to walk, and she was soon obliged to give up her work as a teacher, followed by three years of increasing helplessness. She visited doctors only to receive the verdict that she would become a helpless invalid. From a young age, she developed a love for poetry, and aspired to be a composer and concert pianist, writing verses that bought much comfort during her hard times. From this grief-stricken life, one marked by great suffering and loss, was born this hymn1. I like this song version from Connie Dever with an added refrain. Enjoy!

He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength when the labours increase;
To added afflictions He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace.

When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father’s full giving is only begun.

Fear not that thy need shall exceed His provision,
Our God ever yearns His resources to share;
Lean hard on the arm everlasting, availing;
The Father both thee and thy load will upbear.

His love has no limits, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.

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Awake My Soul

Today’s hymn comes from Anglican bishop Thomas Ken (1637-1710), and is a part of a trilogy of hymns he wrote that framed the day—morning (Awake My Soul), evening (All Praise to Thee, My God This Night) and midnight (Lord, Now My Sleep Does Me Forsake). Each hymn concludes with his famous “doxology” stanza. I hope you too can make this your prayer this morning, committing all your ways and your day to the Lord; enjoy!

Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

Lord, I my vows to Thee renew.
Disperse my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will;
And with Thyself my spirit fill.

Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design or do or say,
That all my pow’rs, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heav’enly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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