Refuge

Kyle Wright cross

Image by Kyle Wright

Jesus, refuge of the weary, blest Redeemer whom we love, fountain in life’s desert dreary, Savior from the world above:  Often have Your eyes, offended, gazed upon the sinner’s fall; yet upon the cross extended, You have borne the pain of all.

Do we pass that cross unheeding, breathing no repentant vow, though we see You wounded, bleeding, see Your thorn encircled brow?  Yet Your sinless death has brought us life eternal, peace and rest; only what Your grace has taught us calms the sinner’s deep distress.

Jesus, may our hearts be burning with more fervent love for You; may our eyes be ever turning to behold Your cross anew till in glory, parted never from the blessed Savior’s side, graven in our hearts forever, dwell the cross, the Crucified.

Hymn text by Girolamo Savonarola, 1452-98

“For I will satisfy the weary soul, and every languishing soul I will replenish.”  Jeremiah 31:25

 

Love Unknown

Ben Parker cross

Photo by Ben Cross

My song is love unknown, my Savior’s love to me, love to the loveless shows that they might lovely be.   Oh, who am I that for my sake my Lord should take frail flesh and die?

He came from His blest throne salvation to bestow; but men made strange and none the longed-for Christ would know.  But, oh, my friend, my friend indeed, who at my need His life did spend!

Sometimes they strew His way and His sweet praises sing; resounding all the day Hosannas to their King.  Then “Crucify!” is all their breath, and for His death they thirst and cry.

Why, what hath my Lord done?  What makes this rage and spite?  He made the lame to run, He gave the blind their sight.  Sweet injuries!  Yet they at these themselves displease and ‘gainst Him rise.

They rise and needs will have my dear Lord made a way; A murderer they save, the Prince of Life they slay.  Yet cheerful He to suff’ring goes that He His foes from thence might free.

In life no house, no home my Lord on earth might have; In death no friendly tomb but what a stranger gave.  What may I say? Heav’n was His home but mine the tomb wherein He lay.

Here might I stay and sing, no story so divine!  Never was love, dear King, never was grief like Thine.  This is my friend, in whose sweet praise I all my days could gladly spend!

Hymn text by Samuel Crossman, 1624-83

“but God shows His love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”  Romans 5:8

Walked the Road

photo by Jennifer Cabrera

O Christ, You walked the road our wandr’ing feet must go.  You faced with us temptations power and fought our ancient foe.

No bread of earth alone can fill our hung’ring hearts.  Lord, help us seek Your living Word, the food Your grace imparts.

No blinding sign we ask, no wonder from above.  Lord, help us place our trust alone in Your unswerving love.

When lures of easy gain with promise brightly shine, Lord, help us seek Your kingdom first; our will with Yours align.

O Christ, You walked the road our wand’ring feet must go.  Stay with us through temptation’s hour to fight our ancient foe.

Hymn text by Herman Stuempfle, Jr. 1923-2007

“Therefore let him who thinks he stands take heed that he does not fall.  No temptation has overtaken you but such as is common to man; and God is faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will provide the way of escape also, so that you will  be able to endure it.  Therefore, my beloved, flee from idolatry.” 1 Corinthians 10:12-14.

Jesus, Refuge of the Weary

 

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Photo by Laura Jostes

Jesus, refuge of the weary, blest Redeemer whom we love, Fountain in life’s desert dreary, Savior from the world above;  Often have Your eye, offended, gazed upon the sinner’s fall;  Yet upon the cross extended, You have borne the pain of all.

Do we pass that cross unheeding, breathing no repentant vow, though we see You wounded bleeding, see Your thorn-encrircled brow?  Yet Your sinless death has brought us life eternal, peace and rest;  only what Your grace has taught us calms the sinner’s deep distress.

Jesus, may our hearts be burning with more fervent love for you; may our eyes be ever turning to behold Your cross anew till in glory, parted never from the blessed Savior’s side, graven in our hearts forever, dwell the cross, the Crucified.

Hymn text by Girolamo Savonarola, 1452-98

Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.  Cast me not away from your presence, and take not your Holy Spirit from me.  Restore to me the joy of your salvation and uphold me with a willing spirit.”  Psalm 51:10-12

On My Heart

Brad Castaneda

On my heart imprint Your image, blessed Jesus, King of grace,

That life’s riches, cares, and pleasures never may Your work erase;

Let the clear inscription be:  Jesus, crucified for me, is my life,

my hope’s foundation, and my glory and salvation!

Text by Thomas Hansen Kingo, 1634-1703

“Make me to know your ways, O Lord;  teach me your paths.  Lead me in your truth and teach me, for you are the God of my salvation;  for you I wait all the day long.”  Psalm 25:4-5

 

Balm and Healing

Sandara Lee

Photo by Sandara Lee

Jesus, grant that balm and healing in Your holy wounds I find, every hour that I am feeling pains of body and of mind.  Should some evil thought within tempt my treach’rous heart to sin, show the peril, and from sinning keep me from its first beginning.

Should some lust or sharp temptation fascinate my sinful mind, draw me to Your cross and passion, and new courage I shall find.  Or should Satan press me hard, let me then be on my guard, saying, “Christ for me was wounded,” that the tempter flee confounded.

If the world my heart entices with the broad and easy road, with seductive, sinful vices, let me weight the awful load you were willing to endure.  Help me flee all thoughts impure and to master each temptation, calm in prayer and meditation.

Every would that pains or grieves me by your wounds, Lord, is made whole;   when I’m faint, Your cross revives me, granting new life to my soul.  Yes, Your comfort renders sweet every bitter cup I meet;  for Your all atoning passion has procured my soul’s salvation.

O my God, my rock and tower, grant that in Your death I trust, knowing death has lost its power since You crushed it in the dust.  Savior, let Your agony ever help and comfort me; when I die be my protection, light and life and resurrection.

Hymn text by Johann Heermann, 1585-1647

Be gracious to me, O Lord for to you do I cry all the day.  Gladden the soul of your servant, for to you, O Lord, do I lift up my soul.  For you, O Lord, are good and forgiving, abounding in steadfast love to all who call upon you.  Give ear, O Lord, to my prayer; listen to my plea for grace.  Amen.  Psalm 86:3-6

 

These Forty Days

Matt Gruber Trees

O Lord, throughout these forty days You prayed and kept the fast;

Inspire repentance for our sin, and free us from the past.

You strove with Satan and You won;  Your faithfulness endured;

Lend us Your nerve, Your skill and trust in God’s eternal Word.

Though parched and hungry, yet You prayed and fixed Your mind above;

So teach us to deny ourselves, since we have known God’s love.

Be with us through this season, Lord, and all our earthly days,

That when the final Easter dawns, we join in heaven’s praise.

(Claudia Hernaman, 1838-98)

“O continue Your lovingkindness to those who know You, and your righteousness to the upright in heart.  Let not the foot of pride come upon me, and let not the hand of the wicked drive me away.”  Psalm 36: 10-11