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Delaware River

Horatio Spafford

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Vine on a Cross

[This is my favorite part!]

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

[Don't you just love that?]

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Vine on a Cross

When I saw this I could not help but think of Jesus.

Jesus said I am the vine! (John 15:1)

See His love nailed onto a cross
Perfect and blameless life given as sacrifice
See Him there all in the name of love
Broken yet glorious, all for the sake of us

This is Jesus in His glory
King of Heaven dying for me
It is finished, He has done it
Death is beaten, Heaven beckons me

Greater love no one could ever show
Mercy so undeserved, freedom I should not know
All my sin, all of my hidden shame
Died with Him on the cross, eternity won for us

This is Jesus in His glory
King of Heaven dying for me
It is finished, He has done it
Death is beaten, Heaven beckons me

Such love, such love
Such love is this for me (repeat)

This is Jesus in His glory
King of Heaven dying for me
It is finished, He has done it
Death is beaten, Heaven beckons me

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When I survey the wondrous cross

 

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

 

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

 

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

 

His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.

 

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
~ Isaac Watts

 

Isaac Watts - Project Gutenberg eText 18444
Isaac Watts - Project Gutenberg eText 18444 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Thank you Isaac Watts!

 

This morning at our Church Picnic, (PBC’s Septemberfest) we sang the Paul Baloche song Hosanna. There is a line that goes:

Worship at The Call Nashville 7-7-07

“In Your Presence all our fears are washed away”

This got me thinking about the scripture

Thou wilt make known to me the path of life; In Thy presence is fullness of joy; In Thy right hand there are pleasures forever. (Psalm 16:11 NASB)

This is so true. In the presence of the Lord there is Joy, and what is there to fear. (Caveat – I imagine the fear of the Lord would be required to get anywhere close to His presence – that aside…)

  • What enemy could approach when we are in His presence?
  • What disease dare tread His courts?
  • How unlikely any looming job loss could stand before His throne?

We must – MUST – find a way to get into and stay in His presence. I know how to get in – do you?

God inhabits praise.

Enter His gates with thanksgiving.

Enter His courts with praise.

You may be saying – I have tried praise and worship, and I have never gotten into the presence of the Lord.

I live about 25 miles from New York City. I know just how to get there. I can take a train, bus, or car. I could even ride my bicycle.

I could take the GWB or the Lincoln Tunnel.

If I want to drive to the city, I would jump in my car, and start heading southeast. However, if I drove for 10 miles, and got out and walked around, I would not be in New York City, I would be in Teaneck, NJ. Nice town, but not NYC. I was on the right road, heading the right direction, but I stopped short of my destination.

So it is with praise. The further you are from the presence of God, the more “travel” may be required. Don’t quit until you have arrived! Don’t stop until the atmosphere changes.

Thanks for reading today.

Come back soon.

Ben

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