•    The Love of God   

    Posted by troyk on 11.28.10 0 comments

    Frederick M. Lehman, 1917

    The love of God is greater far
    Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
    It goes beyond the highest star,
    And reaches to the lowest hell;
    The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
    God gave His Son to win;
    His erring child He reconciled,
    And pardoned from his sin.

    Refrain:
    Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
    How measureless and strong!
    It shall forevermore endure—
    The saints’ and angels’ song.

    When hoary time shall pass away,
    And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
    When men who here refuse to pray,
    On rocks and hills and mountains call,
    God’s love so sure, shall still endure,
    All measureless and strong;
    Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
    The saints’ and angels’ song.

    Could we with ink the ocean fill,
    And were the skies of parchment made,
    Were every stalk on earth a quill,
    And every man a scribe by trade;
    To write the love of God above
    Would drain the ocean dry;
    Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
    Though stretched from sky to sky.

    Verse 3 was penciled on the wall of a narrow room in an insane asylum by a man said to have been demented. The profound lines were discovered when they laid him in his coffin.

  •    Home Where I Belong   

    Posted by troyk on 03.11.10 0 comments

    They say that Heaven’s pretty
    And living here is too
    But if they said that I
    Would have to choose between the two
    I’d go home, going home, where I belong

    And sometimes when I’m dreaming
    It comes as no surprise
    That if you look you’ll see
    That homesick feeling in my eyes
    I’m going home, going home, where I belong

    While I’m here I’ll serve Him gladly
    And sing Him all these songs
    I’m here, but not for long

    When I’m feeling lonely
    When I’m feeling blue
    It’s such a joy to know that
    I am only passing through

    I’m headed home, I’m going home, where I belong

    While I’m here I’ll serve Him gladly
    And sing Him all these songs
    I’m here, but not for long

    One day I’ll be sleeping
    When death knocks on my door
    And I’ll awake to find that
    I’m not homesick anymore

    ‘Cause I’ll be home, I’ll be home, where I belong

    by B.J. Thomas

  •    How Deep the Father’s Love For Us   

    Posted by troyk on 10.8.09 0 comments

    How deep the Father’s love for us,
    How vast beyond all measure
    That He should give His only Son,
    To make a wretch His treasure

    How great the pain of searing loss,
    The Father turns His face away
    As wounds which mar the chosen One,
    Bring many sons to glory

    Behold the Man upon a cross,
    My sin upon His shoulders
    Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
    Call out among the scoffers

    It was my sin that held Him there,
    Until it was accomplished
    His dying breath has brought me life,
    I know that it is finished

    I will not boast in anything,
    No gifts, no power, no wisdom
    But I will boast in Jesus Christ,
    His death and resurrection

    Why should I gain from His reward?
    I cannot give an answer
    But this I know with all my heart,
    His wounds have paid my ransom

    Why should I gain from His reward?
    I cannot give an answer
    But this I know with all my heart,
    His wounds have paid my ransom

    by Stuart Townend