Songs In The Night

The Maker Of The Universe (Hymn by Frederick William Pitt) The Maker of the universe As Man, for man was made a curse. The claims of law which He had made, Unto the uttermost He paid. His holy fingers made the bough Which grew the thorns that crowned His brow. The nails that pierced His hands were mined In secret places He designed. He made the forest whence there sprung The tree on which His body hung. He died upon a cross of wood, Yet made the hill on which it stood. The sky that darkened o’er His head By Him above the earth was spread. The sun that hid from Him its face By His decree was poised in space. The spear which spilled His precious blood Was tempered in the fires of God. The grave in which His form was laid, Was hewn in rocks His hands had made. The throne on which He now appears Was His from everlasting years. But a new glory crowns His brow. And every knee to Him shall bow.

Sometimes A Light Surprises (Hymn by William Cowper) Sometimes a light surprises The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord who rises With healing on His wings; When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To cheer it after rain. In holy contemplation We sweetly then pursue The theme of God's salvation, And find it ever new; Set free from present sorrow, We cheerfully can say, E'en let the unknown to-morrow Bring with it what it may! It can bring with it nothing, But He will bear us through; Who gives the lilies clothing, Will clothe His people too; Beneath the spreading heavens No creature but is fed; And He who feeds the ravens Will give His children bread. Though vine nor fig tree neither Their wonted fruit shall bear, Though all the field should wither, Nor flocks nor herds be there: Yet God the same abiding, His praise shall tune my voice; For, while in Him confiding, I cannot but rejoice. Matthew 6:25-33 Therefore I say unto you, Tak...

The Light In The Darkness Struggling within my darkness, Feeling hopelessly lost and alone; Oftimes I fear the voice that I hear Crying out aloud is my own. Shattering the silence, Wondering if I can ever find Someone who cares and would even dare To give me hope and peace of mind. And reaching out in the darkness, Calling out to be heard, There’s a shining Light that breaks through my night, Coming from within Your Holy Word. Reaching out through the darkness Is the Saviour who died for me - A prisoner within, enslaved to my sins - But Jesus came to make me free. Like a Good Shepherd searching For the lost sheep that had gone astray, He heard my cry, came down from on High, And sought me out that day. Now there’s hope beyond the shadows - A Light shining out for all to see; I see the Man with nail-pierced hands, The Saviour who died to rescue me. Jesus broke through all my darkness When I heard the Gospel sound; Now I know His voice, and I truly rejoice: The lost sheep has now been fo...

  Have You Any Room For Jesus? It is almost Christmas once again. Looking forward to time we will spend with family and friends. All too often we forget the meaning behind this holiday - the meaning we say we are celebrating Christmas for! In the book of Luke, we see how their Heavenly Father worked out all things so that Jesus would be born of a virgin and be born in Bethlehem, in fulfilment of prophecy. Luke 2:1-5  And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed. (And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.) And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city. And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:) To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child. But all was not as rosy as it appeared. After travelling for days to get to...

We Three Kings Of Orient Are (Author: John H. Hopkins) We three kings of Orient are; Bearing gifts we traverse afar, Field and fountain, moor and mountain, Following yonder star. Refrain: O star of wonder, star of light, Star with royal beauty bright, Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect light. Born a King on Bethlehem's plain, Gold I bring to crown him again, King forever, ceasing never, Over us all to reign. Frankincense to offer have I; Incense owns a Deity nigh; Prayer and praising, voices raising, Worshiping God on high. Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume Breathes a life of gathering gloom; Borrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, Sealed in the stone-cold tomb. Glorious now behold him arise; King and God and sacrifice: Alleluia, Alleluia, Sounds through the earth and skies.

Calvinism is such a prevailing doctrine, I might as well give into the pressure. I totally 100% believe the lines of this poem I have written. I have truly come to believe the doctrine of Perseverance. Please read this whole post - I think you might come to agree with me after you read it all. True Perseverance Holding on when all else fails; Holding on when all seemed lost; Grasping firmly with determination - Holding on despite the cost. Holding on when we falter; Holding on against the flow; Holding tightly with your hands - Holding on, never letting go. Grasping tightly and holding on; Persevering by your might; Holding on with all you have - Grasping on, and holding tight! Oh, sometimes I think I mixed up the perseverance of the saints with the preservation of the saints. Now read the full poem - AND NOTICE THAT THE FIRST THREE STANZAS ARE UNCHANGED. True Perseverance Holding on when all else fails; Holding on when all seemed lost; Grasping firmly with determination - Holding on...

The Fingerprints Of God Searching for God’s presence, looking all around, Seeking out the evidence, and examining what I’ve found, Considering the heavens, the sun, the moon, the stars - And realizing the Creator loves us, and reaches down to where we are. There are fingerprints of God all throughout my life; In the times of victory, and in the times of strife. When I gaze through all my past, I may not always understand - But it’s clear the Lord has a purpose, and I am part of that plan. Though I may not see clearly all the paths He has led me through, I can see His hand of mercy, His presence in every part I view. I have never been alone - though I did not know it then, His love has been ever seeking me, like a Shepherd, like a friend. When I saw my sin in His sight, how I had wandered from God’s throne, My Heavenly Father took me in, and welcomed me to His home; Like the prodigal son, I came running to the Lord for grace; Accepted in the Beloved, when I trusted Jesus Christ by faith...

The Greatest Story Ever Told Awestruck and wonder-filled, we slowly gaze around; Feel the light patter of the snow gently falling down. Cheerful children laughing and playing without a care, While smells of Christmas waft upon the wintery air. Songs of the season sound serenely throughout the night, All of these sensations touch our souls with joy and delight. Feel the warmth of the crackling fire as you come in from the cold; Sense the wonder and the thrill of The Greatest Story Ever Told. Sit back and listen while your hearts fill with utter joy; Hear the Gospel writers tell of the birth of a little Boy. Not just any boy, mind you - listen, and let your imagination unfurl; In Bethlehem was born the Son destined to change the world. Picture the scene in your mind of God coming down to earth - Not in majesty or splendour, but by a lowly birth; Surrounded by rustling animals in a manger filled with hay; No room for them in the inn, from its shelter they were turned away. Feel the nip in...

It Is Written, It Is Written There is a Book that God has written; To it, no other can compare. Its chapters tell us of the Saviour In the pages written there: Jesus is the song of sages, He’s the Bible’s central theme. In the glory of the ages, It is written for all to see. (Chorus) It is written, it is written, There is a plan for you and me. It is written, it is written, The Saviour came to make us free. Held so long by sin’s oppression, From our slavery we are freed; Why wander about in darkness - Oh, take up the Book and read! For so many years I have wandered, Lost in the maze of uncertainty; I have searched so long for answers, Puzzled at the depths of misery. There are questions I have wondered, What of my future? I cannot see - But when I read the Bible for myself, The mysteries become clear to me. Jesus is the only Saviour; He died for Adam’s sinful race. He suffered on the cruel cross - The Substitute in our place. By His blood, He paid our ransom; By His death, He made us f...