By grace I’m saved, grace free and boundless;
My soul, believe and doubt it not.
Why stagger at this word of promise?
Has Scripture ever falsehood taught?
No; then this word must true remain;
By grace you too will life obtain.
By grace God’s Son, our only Savior,
Came down to earth to bear our sin.
Was it because of your own merit
That Jesus died you soul to win?
No, it was grace, and grace alone,
That brought him from his heavenly throne.
By grace! This ground of faith is certain;
As long as God is true, it stands.
What saints have penned by inspiration,
What in his word our God commands,
Our faith in what our God has done
Depends on grace --- grace through his Son.
By grace to timid hearts that tremble,
In tribulation’s furnace tried,
By grace, in spite of fear and trouble,
The Father’s heart is open wide.
Where could I help and strength secure
If grace were not my anchor sure?
By grace! On this I’ll rest my dying
In Jesus’ promise I rejoice;
For though I know my heart’s condition,
I also know my Savior’s voice.
My heart is glad all grief has flown
Since I am saved by grace alone.
Inspired by a little-known picture book from the pen of Bethany Tudor, this is a diary, of sorts, where I document some of my thoughts, activities, and ideas as I explore the challenges met by the characters in the story: hard work, the care and nurture of others, housekeeping skills, life changes, charity, community, and cooperation, among others. Like Samuel and Samantha, the ducks in the tale, I struggle and succeed, cope and celebrate, work and play, handling the tasks that come my way. I invite you to join me on my journey.
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Sunday, June 24, 2007
By Grace I’m Saved
This was our closing hymn in church today. According to the hymnal, the song was originally published in 1742. The author is Korneluis Heinrich Dretzel and tune is “O Dass Ich Tausend Zungen Hatte.” Since I don’t speak German, I have no idea what that phrase says or means. Maybe Smart Mom can translate for me. Many blessings on your day.
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2 comments:
Finally! I thought your goose was cooked!
Zach
Oh that I had a thousand voices -- something along those lines.
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