(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!)

Tuesday, July 21, 2026

6. Hymn: Glory to God, Hallelujah

Hymn: Glory to God, Hallelujah
Author: Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)

1. We are never, never weary of the grand old song;
    Glory to God, hallelujah!
    We can sing it loud as ever, with our faith more strong;
    Glory to God, hallelujah!

Refrain:
O, the children of the Lord have a right to shout and sing,
For the way is growing bright, and our souls are on the wing;
We are going by and by to the palace of a King!
Glory to God, hallelujah!

2. We are lost amid the rapture of redeeming love
    Glory to God, hallelujah!
    We are rising on its pinions to the hills above:
    Glory to God, hallelujah!

3. We are going to a palace that is built of gold;
    Glory to God, hallelujah!
    Where the King in all His splendor we shall soon behold
    Glory to God, hallelujah!

4. There we’ll shout redeeming mercy in a glad, new song;
    Glory to God, hallelujah!
    There we’ll sing the praise of Jesus with the blood washed throng;
    Glory to God, hallelujah!



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?

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;

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.

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;

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.

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.

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!



Tuesday, July 7, 2026

3. A Quote from A. W. Tozer (29)

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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.

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.

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.

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.