Theology of the Sacraments

 Life is sweet and death is cold

And, though the world is hard to tread,

The morning glow and sunset red

And Earth’s bright treasures manifold

Say, Life is sweet and death is cold.

Love is warm and hate is chill

And, though the world is strange and proud,

Yet like a rainbow shines the cloud

When eyes and lips and laughter still

Say, Love is warm and hate is chill.

 

Life is sweet and love is warm,

And what of all the woes that come

When Winds are loud and birds are dumb?

Forget the woes and, for a charm,

Say, Life is sweet and love is warm.

 

D.M. Baillie, Theology of the Sacraments

 

O Worship the King

I will sing to the Lord as long as I live; I will sing praise to my God while I have my being {Psalm 104:33 NASB}.

O worship the King all-glorious above,
O gratefully sing his power and his love:
our shield and defender, the Ancient of Days,
pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise.


O tell of his might and sing of his grace,
whose robe is the light, whose canopy space.
His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
and dark is His path on the wings of the storm.


Your bountiful care, what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
it streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
and sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.

Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,

in you do we trust, nor find you to fail.
Your mercies, how tender, how firm to the end,
our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!

O measureless Might, unchangeable Love,
whom angels delight to worship above!
Your ransomed creation, with glory ablaze,
in true adoration shall sing to your praise!

Author: Robert Grant (1833)

His Precious Feet

The Master is at Simon’s house I overheard them say

My heart leaped within me I must get to Him someway

All I have to my name is this alabaster vile

Do I dare to touch Him surely I will defile

I hear their growls and feel their scorn they fill me with such fear

Their faces though are hidden through my many, many tears

I wipe my eyes and look for Him, He’s reclining at the table

I’ve got to make it to Him I don’t know that I am able

I cannot stop my heart it is beating so very fast

But as His eyes catch mine all things are in my past

I see such love and grace flowing from His eyes

Like a breath of fresh air they are but my demise

I fall down helpless and pour this perfume on His feet

The fragrance has filled the room the aroma is so sweet

But nothing seems worthy to pour upon these precious feet

What Grace He has given me all my sins forgiven

I have never had such grace from the Sanhedrin

So much love from Him I cannot pull myself apart

I cling to Him for my very life I have given Him my heart

I hear His voice the sound is so peaceful and forgiving
I will get up from here and change the way that I am living

© 2007 Piper Green

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