The death of Christ displays the mystery of His grace.
And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man's maturer age Will shake the soul with sorrow's power...
Thou hast promised to receive us, Poor and sinful though we be...
Hide me, O my Savior, hide, Till the storm of life is past;
Refine and purge our earthly parts, and stamps Thine image on our hearts.
O may we search with eager pains, assured that we shall find!
The timeless truths expressed so eloquently by Andrew Murray impact my life anew each time I read them.
Sing, every soul of Adam's line... All glory to the God of love.
If it were easy, I wouldn't realize how much I need Him.
Jesus left heaven to die in my place--- What mercy, what love, and what grace!