(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 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!)

Thursday, November 28, 2019

2. Hymn: Jesus, Priceless Treasure

Hymn: Jesus, Priceless Treasure  

Author: Johann Franck (1618-1677) 
Tune: JESU, MEINE FREUDE, by Johann Crüger (1598-1662)

1. Jesus, priceless treasure,
    Fount of purest pleasure,
    Truest friend to me.
    Ah, how long in anguish
    Shall my spirit languish,
    Yearning, Lord, for Thee?
    Thou art mine,
    O Lamb divine!
    I will suffer naught to hide Thee,
    Naught I ask beside Thee.

2. In Thine arms I rest me;
    Foes who would molest me
    Cannot reach me here.
    Though the earth be shaking,
    Ev'ry heart be quaking,
    Jesus calms my fear.
    Lightnings flash
    And thunder crash;
    Yet, though sin and hell assail me,
    Jesus will not fail me.

3. Satan, I defy thee;
    Death, I now decry thee;
    Fear, I bid thee cease.
    World, thou shalt not harm me
    Nor thy threats alarm me
    While I sing of peace.
    God's great pow'r
    Guards ev'ry hour;
    Earth and all its depths adore Him,
    Silent bow before Him.

4. Hence, all earthly treasure!
    Jesus is my pleasure,
    Jesus is my choice.
    Hence all empty glory!
    Naught to me the story
    Told with tempting voice.
    Pain or loss,
    Or shame or cross
    Shall not from my Savior move me
    Since He deigns to love me.

5. Evil world, I leave thee;
    Thou canst not deceive me,
    Thine appeal is vain.
    Sin that once did blind me,
    Get thee far behind me,
    Come not forth again.
    Past thy hour,
    O pride and pow'r;
    Sinful life, thy bonds I sever,
    Leave thee now forever.

6. Hence, all fear and sadness!
    For the Lord of gladness,
    Jesus, enters in.
    Those who love the Father,
    Though the storms may gather,
    Still have peace within.
    Yea, whate'er
    I here must bear,
    Thou art still my purest pleasure,
    Jesus, priceless treasure!

Thursday, November 7, 2019

1. Hymn: Himself

Hymn: Himself 

Author: A. B. Simpson
(Vocal)
(Music)

1. Once it was the blessing,
    Now it is the Lord;
    Once it was the feeling,
    Now it is His Word.
    Once His gift I wanted,
    Now the Giver own;
    Once I sought for healing,
    Now Himself alone.

2. Once ’twas painful trying,
    Now ’tis perfect trust;
    Once a half salvation,
    Now the uttermost.
    Once ’twas ceaseless holding,
    Now He holds me fast;
    Once ’twas constant drifting,
    Now my anchor’s cast.

3. Once ’twas busy planning,
    Now ’tis trustful pray’r;
    Once ’twas anxious caring,
    Now He has the care.
    Once ’twas what I wanted,
    Now what Jesus says;
    Once ’twas constant asking,
    Now ’tis ceaseless praise.

4. Once it was my working,
    His it hence shall be;
    Once I tried to use Him,
    Now He uses me.
    Once the pow’r I wanted,
    Now the Mighty One;
    Once for self I labored,
    Now for Him alone.

5. Once I hoped in Jesus,
    Now I know He’s mine;
    Once my lamps were dying,
    Now they brightly shine.
    Once for death I waited,
    Now His coming hail;
    And my hopes are anchored,
    Safe within the veil.