Thu, Aug 31st - 11:13PM

 My God! My God! and can it be

 That I should sin so lightly now,

And think no more of evil thoughts

Than of the wind that waves the bough?

 

I sin, and heaven and earth go round

As if no dreadful deed were done;

As if Thy blood had never flowed

To hinder sin or to atone.

 

Shall it be always thus, O Lord?

Wilt Thou not work this hour in me

The grace Thy passion merited,

Hatred of self and love of Thee?

 

O, by the pains of Thy pure love,

Grant me the gift of holy fear;

and by Thy woes and bloody sweat,

O wash my guilty conscience clear.

 

Ever when tempted make me see,

Beneath the olives' moon-pierced shade,

My God, alone, outstretched, and bruised,

And bleeding, on the earth He made.

 

And make me feel it was my sin,

As though no other sins there were,

That was to Him who bears the world

a load that He could scarcely bear.

 

by J. Gregory Mantle

Wed, Aug 9th - 1:25AM

Ashamed?

Jesus, and shall it ever be,

A mortal man ashamed of thee?

Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,-

Whose glory shines through endless days!

 

Ashamed of Jesus, that dear friend,

On whom my hopes of heaven depend!

No when I blush, be this my shame,

That I no more revere his name.

 

Ashamed of Jesus!- Yes, I may,

When I've no sins to wash away;

No tears to wipe,  no good to crave

No fear to quell, no soul to save.

 

Till then--nor is my boasting vain,

Till then I boast a saviour slain;

And O, may this my glory be,

That Christ is not ashamed of me. 

For whosoever shall be ashamed of me and of my words, of him shall the Son of man be ashamed, when he shall come in his own glory, and [in his] Father's, and of the holy angels. (Luk 9:26)

Asahel Nettleton  1783-1844