Testimony

"But in your hearts revere Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect," I Peter 3:15

Testimony

by Jane Van Allen

From early life to riper years.
The Savior's grace has kept me;
In all my varied, pilgrim life.
The Savior's love sustains me.

In all ray sorrows, sighs and tears.
The Holy Spirit calms me;
In all my trials, doubts and fears,
The loving Savior's with me.

In every suff'ring scene of life,
God's mercy then surrounds me;
And in the darkest hours of life.
The Savior's love shines round me.
 

A Heart Cry

A Heart Cry

It is thy hand, my God !

My sorrow comes from thee;

I bow beneath thy chastening rod,

'Tis love that bruises me.

I would not murmur, Lord,

Before thee I am dumb:

Lest I should breathe one murmuring word,

To thee for help I come.

My God! thy name is Love,

A Father's hand is thine;

With tearful eye, I look above,

And cry, " Thy will be mine!"

I know thy will is right,

Though it may seem severe;

Thy path is still unclouded light,

Though dark it may appear.

Jesus for me hath died;

Thy Son thou didst not spare;

His pierced hands, his bleeding side,

Thy love for me declare.

Here my poor heart can rest;

My God! it clings to thee;

Thy will is love, thine end is blest,

All work for good to me.

The Inevitable Result Of Living...

The Inevitable Result Of Living, And Dying, Without Christ

Death like an archer, staunch and true,
That never missed a mark:
At last will send his arrow through.
The stubborn sinner's heart.
And then that stubborn sinner dies,
An angry God to meet:
In vain he then laments, and sighs,
His ruin is complete.
Excluded from eternal life,
In darkness and despair
Without lone single ray of light, 

To cheer him anywhere:
To realize the second death.
Is what he must endure;
And he of all good things bereft
Because he is impure;
The blood of Christ that purifies
The human soul from sin:
And the believer justifies,
Who trusts alone in Him;
On earth he slighted, and refused,
Or put it off till death; 

And thus God's grace, he then refused.
Until of life bereft,
He has himself alone to blame,
That he is suffering so:
It's useless for him to complain,
He's made his bed in woe. 

by Collings

Since That Dear Hour by Cowper

Since That Dear Hour 
by Cowper

Since the dear hour that brought me to thy foot, 

 And cut up all my follies by the root, 

 I never trusted in an arm but thine; 

 Nor hoped but in thy righteousness Divine, 

 My prayers and alms, imperfect and defiled, 

Were but the feeble efforts of a child; 

 Howe’er perform’d, this was their brightest part, 

That they were offerings of a thankful heart; 

I cast them at thy feet, my only plea Is, 

what it was,–dependence upon thee; 

While struggling in the vale of griefs below, 

 This never failed, nor shall it fail me now.”