The Fullness Of Jesus Christ In David's Library
Welcome to my blog-The Fullness Of Jesus Christ In David's Library! I am brother David Ou from Taiwan. And I am a book-lover and influenced greatly by many precious books of the past pious generations in the church history. May this blog serve as a promoter to encourage every children of God to discover and enjoy the fullness of Jesus Christ by reading the Christian classics! And my another Chinese blog-大衛的圖書館 (https://davidoulibrary.blogspot.com/) is designed for Chinese Christian. Blessings!
(This picture is the library of C. H. Spurgeon-The Prince of Preachers. Mr. Spurgeon collected twel
(This picture is the library of C. H. Spurgeon-The Prince of Preachers. Mr. Spurgeon collected twelve thousands of books. May we also pursue after the spiritual, heavenly and eternal things with our whole heart by God's grace!)
Wednesday, July 15, 2026
Tuesday, July 14, 2026
4. Hymn: My Song is Love Unknown
Hymn: My Song is Love Unknown
Author: Samuel Crossman (1623-1683)
1. My song is love unknown,
My Savior’s love to me,
Love to the loveless shown,
That they might lovely be.
Oh, who am I, that for my sake
My Lord should take frail flesh and die?
My Savior’s love to me,
Love to the loveless shown,
That they might lovely be.
Oh, who am I, that for my sake
My Lord should take frail flesh and die?
2. He came from His blest throne
Salvation to bestow;
But men made strange, and none
The longed-for Christ would know.
But, oh, my friend, my friend indeed,
Who at my need his life did spend;
Salvation to bestow;
But men made strange, and none
The longed-for Christ would know.
But, oh, my friend, my friend indeed,
Who at my need his life did spend;
3. Sometimes they strew His way
And his sweet praises sing;
Resounding all the day
Hosannas to their King.
Then “Crucify!” is all their breath,
And for his death they thirst and cry.
And his sweet praises sing;
Resounding all the day
Hosannas to their King.
Then “Crucify!” is all their breath,
And for his death they thirst and cry.
4. Why, what hath my Lord done?
What makes this rage and spite?
He made the lame to run,
He gave the blind their sight.
Sweet injuries! Yet they at these
Themselves displease, and ‵gainst him rise;
What makes this rage and spite?
He made the lame to run,
He gave the blind their sight.
Sweet injuries! Yet they at these
Themselves displease, and ‵gainst him rise;
5. They rise, and needs will have
My dear Lord made away;
A murderer they save,
The prince of life they slay.
Yet cheerful he to suff‵ring goes,
That he his foes from thence might free.
My dear Lord made away;
A murderer they save,
The prince of life they slay.
Yet cheerful he to suff‵ring goes,
That he his foes from thence might free.
6. In life no house, no home
My Lord on earth might have;
In death, no friendly tomb
But what a stranger gave.
What my I say? Heav‵n was his home;
But mine the tomb wherein he lay.
My Lord on earth might have;
In death, no friendly tomb
But what a stranger gave.
What my I say? Heav‵n was his home;
But mine the tomb wherein he lay.
7. Here might I stay and sing -
No story so divine!
Never was love, dear King,
Never was grief like thine.
This is my friend, in whose sweet praise
I all my days could gladly spend!
No story so divine!
Never was love, dear King,
Never was grief like thine.
This is my friend, in whose sweet praise
I all my days could gladly spend!
Tuesday, July 7, 2026
2. Hymn: My Jesus I Love Thee
Hymn: My Jesus I Love Thee
Author: William R. Featherston (1848-1875)
1. My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine,
For Thee all the follies of sin I resign;
My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;
If ever I loved Thee, My Jesus, ’tis now.
For Thee all the follies of sin I resign;
My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;
If ever I loved Thee, My Jesus, ’tis now.
2. I love Thee because Thou has first loved me,
And purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree;
I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow;
If ever I loved Thee, My Jesus, ’tis now.
And purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree;
I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow;
If ever I loved Thee, My Jesus, ’tis now.
3. I’ll love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death,
And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath,
And say when the death-dew lies cold on my brow;
If ever I loved Thee, My Jesus, ’tis now.
And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath,
And say when the death-dew lies cold on my brow;
If ever I loved Thee, My Jesus, ’tis now.
4. In mansions of glory and endless delight,
I’ll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright;
I’ll sing with the glittering crown on my brow;
If ever I loved Thee, My Jesus, ’tis now.
I’ll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright;
I’ll sing with the glittering crown on my brow;
If ever I loved Thee, My Jesus, ’tis now.
Wednesday, July 1, 2026
Tuesday, June 30, 2026
9. Hymn: Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted
Hymn: Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted
Author: Thomas Kelly (1769-1855)
1. Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,
See Him dying on the tree!
’Tis the Christ by man rejected;
Yes, my soul, ’tis He, ’tis He!
’Tis the long expected prophet,
David’s Son, yet David’s Lord;
By His Son God now has spoken:
’Tis the true and faithful Word.
See Him dying on the tree!
’Tis the Christ by man rejected;
Yes, my soul, ’tis He, ’tis He!
’Tis the long expected prophet,
David’s Son, yet David’s Lord;
By His Son God now has spoken:
’Tis the true and faithful Word.
2. Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning,
Was there ever grief like His?
Friends through fear His cause disowning,
Foes insulting His distress:
Many hands were raised to wound Him,
None would interpose to save;
But the deepest stroke that pierced Him
Was the stroke that Justice gave.
Was there ever grief like His?
Friends through fear His cause disowning,
Foes insulting His distress:
Many hands were raised to wound Him,
None would interpose to save;
But the deepest stroke that pierced Him
Was the stroke that Justice gave.
3. Ye who think of sin but lightly,
Nor suppose the evil great,
Here may view its nature rightly,
Here its guilt may estimate.
Mark the Sacrifice appointed!
See Who bears the awful load!
’Tis the Word, the Lord’s Anointed,
Son of Man, and Son of God.
Nor suppose the evil great,
Here may view its nature rightly,
Here its guilt may estimate.
Mark the Sacrifice appointed!
See Who bears the awful load!
’Tis the Word, the Lord’s Anointed,
Son of Man, and Son of God.
4. Here we have a firm foundation,
Here the refuge of the lost.
Christ the Rock of our salvation,
His the Name of which we boast.
Lamb of God for sinners wounded!
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
None shall ever be confounded
Who on Him their hope have built.
Here the refuge of the lost.
Christ the Rock of our salvation,
His the Name of which we boast.
Lamb of God for sinners wounded!
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
None shall ever be confounded
Who on Him their hope have built.
Wednesday, June 24, 2026
Tuesday, June 23, 2026
7. Hymn: Grace! ‵Tis a Charming Sound
Hymn: Grace! ‵Tis a Charming Sound
Author: Philip Doddridge (1702-1751)
1. Grace! ’tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to the ear;
Heav’n with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
Harmonious to the ear;
Heav’n with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
Refrein:
All sufficient grace!
Never powerless!
It is Christ who lives in me,
In His exhaustlessness.
2. ’Twas grace that wrote my name
In life’s eternal book;
’Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb,
Who all my sorrows took.
In life’s eternal book;
’Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb,
Who all my sorrows took.
3. Grace taught my wandering feet
To tread the pilgrim road;
And new supplies each hour I meet
While pressing on to God.
To tread the pilgrim road;
And new supplies each hour I meet
While pressing on to God.
4. Grace taught my heart to pray,
And made my eyes o’erflow;
’Tis grace which kept me to this day,
And will not let me go.
And made my eyes o’erflow;
’Tis grace which kept me to this day,
And will not let me go.
5. Grace all the work shall crown
Through everlasting days;
It lays in love the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.
Through everlasting days;
It lays in love the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.
6. Oh, let that grace inspire
My heart with strength divine;
May all my powers to Thee aspire,
And all my days be Thine.
My heart with strength divine;
May all my powers to Thee aspire,
And all my days be Thine.
Wednesday, June 17, 2026
Tuesday, June 16, 2026
5. Hymn: Many Crowd the Saviour‵s Kingdom
Hymn: Many Crowd the Saviour‵s Kingdom
Author: Thomas A. Kempis (1380-1471)
1. Many crowd the Savior‵s Kingdom,
Few receive His cross;
Many seek His consolation,
Few will suffer loss.
For the dear sake of the Master,
Counting all but dross,
For the dear sake of the Master,
Counting all but dross.
Few receive His cross;
Many seek His consolation,
Few will suffer loss.
For the dear sake of the Master,
Counting all but dross,
For the dear sake of the Master,
Counting all but dross.
2. Many long to share His glory,
Few will bear His shame;
Many long to share His power,
Few will suffer loss.
Almost none would for His Kingdom
Count their all as dross.
Almost none would for His Kingdom
Count their all as dross.
Few will bear His shame;
Many long to share His power,
Few will suffer loss.
Almost none would for His Kingdom
Count their all as dross.
Almost none would for His Kingdom
Count their all as dross.
3. Many sit at Jesus‵ table,
Few will fast with Him,
When the sorrow-cup of anguish
Trembles to the brim.
Few watch with Him in the garden,
Who have sung the hymn,
Few watch with Him in the garden,
Who have sung the hymn.
Few will fast with Him,
When the sorrow-cup of anguish
Trembles to the brim.
Few watch with Him in the garden,
Who have sung the hymn,
Few watch with Him in the garden,
Who have sung the hymn.
4. Many will confess His wisdom,
Few embrace His shame.
Many, should He smile upon them,
Will His praise proclaim;
Then, if for a while He leave them,
They desert His name,
Then, if for a while He leave them,
They desert His name.
Few embrace His shame.
Many, should He smile upon them,
Will His praise proclaim;
Then, if for a while He leave them,
They desert His name,
Then, if for a while He leave them,
They desert His name.
5. But the souls who love Him truly,
Let woe come or bliss,
These will count their dearest hearts‵ blood
Not their own, but His.
Savior, Thou who thus hast loved me,
Give me love like this,
Savior, Thou who thus hast loved me,
Give me love like this.
Let woe come or bliss,
These will count their dearest hearts‵ blood
Not their own, but His.
Savior, Thou who thus hast loved me,
Give me love like this,
Savior, Thou who thus hast loved me,
Give me love like this.
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