outubro 6, 2003

The Fruit of the Lips

"I am thy salvation!" Jesus,
Always say this to my soul.
Nought but that which thou hast done could
Ever do to make me whole.

I would try to merit goodness
But beneath thy holy gaze
All I am is turned to ashes:
Christ alone receiveth praise.

Yesterday, today, forever-
Jesus Christ, thou art the same;
Thou, in me, createst praises:
Giving thanks unto thy name.

Now the God of peace that brought thee,
Our Lord Jesus, from the dead
Cause that I by that Great Shepherd
Of the sheep be ever led.

So that, though I be as nothing,
Christ my God, compared to thee,
I can will and do thy service
By thy pleasure wrought through me.

Posted by kcourter at outubro 6, 2003 4:03 PM
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