A Broken Heart, my God, my King

A Broken Heart, my God, my King

A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will never despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

My soul lies humbled in the dust
And owns Thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye
And save the soul condemned to die.

Charles-Spurgeon-Quote

Then will I teach the world Thy ways;
Sinner shall learn Thy sovereign grace;
I’ll lead them to my Savior’s blood,
And they shall praise a pardening God.

O may Thy love inspire my tongue;
Salvation shall be all my song,
And all my power shall join to bless
The Lord, my Strength and Righteousness.

By Isaac Watts

Hymns from the Past – Do We not Know that Solemn Word

This short hymn, friends, was such a blessing to me. I love how the hymns from the past were deep, God centered, and Scriptural. Since reading and listening to these hymnals I can barely stand today’s breathy, sappy, man-centered music. Without further adieu, Isaac Watts ladies and gentlemen!

Do we not know that solemn word,

That we are buried with the Lord,

Baptized into his death, and then

Put off the body of our sin?

Our souls receive diviner breath,

Raised from corruption, guilt, and death;

So from the grave did Christ arise,

And lives to God above the skies.

No more let sin or Satan reign

Over our mortal flesh again;

The various lusts we served before

Shall have dominion now no more.

Hymns of the Past – Absent from Flesh!

After witnessing some grievous sins this morning prior to fellowshipping, my heart is heavy, beloved brethren. One of the tremendous differences I see within my own self since God saved me by His grace alone is the desire to be absent from the flesh! Particularly this is true when sin is front and center. This hymn was such a beautiful encouragement to me today. I pray this blesses you all as well, and as always be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.

Absent from flesh! O blissful thought!

What unknown joys this moment brings!

Freed from the mischiefs sin has brought,

From pains, and fears, and all their springs.

Absent from flesh! illustrious day!

Surprising scene! triumphant stroke

That rends the prison of my clay;

And I can feel my fetters broke.

Absent from flesh! then rise, my soul,

Where feet nor wings could never climb,

Beyond the heavens, where planets roll,

Measuring the cares and joys of time.

I go where God and glory shine,

His presence makes eternal day:

My all that’s mortal I resign,

For angels wait and point my way.

Hymns of the Past – Behold the Sure Foundation-Stone

Today is Fathers Day here in America, a day that was full of sadness growing up without a dad. I want to tell you about three Fathers before you get to the beautiful hymn below. The first one is my Uncle, who married my aunt when he was just out of high school. She was much older then him and already had two little girls. They had a boy together and then took my sister and myself in. Five kids, only one his natural born. My aunt was a stay at home wife, which meant he worked very hard at his construction job to care for all of us. We stayed with him for two years, and never once in all my life have I heard him mention how that must have put him out. He walked me down the isle when Justin and I were married. That, dear brethren, is a father.

The second man I want to tell you about, shortly as he actually reads my blog and will be very embarrassed by this, is Justin. My husband is an amazing father. With multiple fractures in his back, a herniated disk, and sciatic nerve pain, he takes Kk out to the ballpark everyday he’s off to practice softball. He hasn’t missed a day of work in years. He takes her on daddy-daughter dates. He helps her with lessons, gymnastics, and even picking out clothes. He’s so tough that until she was 6 Kk was convinced he was Superman. That, my friends, is a good father!

Lastly, I want to tell you of a completely different type of Father. This Father is so great, so holy, so righteous, that comparing Him to earthly fathers is folly. He’s not at all like the dads we had growing up. He’s perfect, perfect in love and perfect in justice. I am, of course, talking about our Heavenly Father, who sent His only begotten Son that whosoever believes in Him will not die but have ever lasting life. His Son, Jesus Christ, condescended to become man, entering His creation and living a sinless life. When the time came He laid down His life, let none of you confuse this point, neither the religious leaders nor those Roman soldiers took His life. He gave it willingly, in complete obedience to God the Father. On that cross He paid a debt He didn’t owe, because we owe a debt we can’t pay. He died, was buried in a tomb, then rose again the third day! Praise God! This hope we have, that Christ took the punishment we deserve so that we can be forgiven and free. Repent of your sins, dear ones, if you have not yet, and put your faith in Christ alone. There is no other name under heaven that can save.

For all those fathers out there, Happy Fathers Day! For all those who had no father, or one that made you wish you had no father, flee to the cross. There is only one Father that is perfect, the rest are wretched sinners just like you and I. With that, let us heap praise, worship, glory, and honor to the only One who deserves it! And as always, beloved brethren, be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.

Behold the sure Foundation-stone

Which God in Zion lays

To build our heav’nly hopes upon

And His eternal praise.

Chosen of God, to sinners dear,

And saints adore the name;

They trust their whole salvation here,

Nor shall they suffer shame.

The foolish builders, scribe and priest,

Reject it with disdain;

Yet on this Rock the Church shall rest,

And envy rage in vain.

What though the gates of hell withstood,

Yet must this building rise.

’Tis Thy own work, Almighty God,

And wondrous in our eyes.

Isaac Watts

Hymns of the Past – Am I a Soldier of the Cross

Hello, dear friends, have you all had a beautiful Lords Day? I pray you all had blessed fellowship this morning. Today I’m sharing yet another Isaac Watts hymns, yes he has quickly become my favorite song writer apart from David. This particular hymn was too good, Kayliegh and I had to read it allowed!

Am I a soldier of the cross,

a foll’wer of the Lamb?

And shall I fear to own His cause

or blush to speak His Name?

Must I be carried to the skies

on flow’ry beds of ease,

while others fought to win the prize

and sailed through bloody seas?

Are there no foes for me to face?

Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace

to help me on to God?

Sure I must fight, if I would reign;

increase my courage, Lord;

I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,

supported by Thy Word.

Thy saints in all this glorious war

shall conquer, though they die;

they see the triumph from afar

by faith’s discerning eye.

When that illustrious day shall rise,

and all Thine armies shine

in robes of vict’ry through the skies,

the glory shall be Thine.

Isaac Watts

Hymns from the Past – Almighty Maker, God!

Almighty Maker, God,

How wondrous is thy name!

Thy glories how diffused abroad,

Through the creation’s frame.

Nature in every dress

Her humble homage pays,

And finds a thousand ways t’ express

Thine undissembled praise.

My soul would rise and sing

To her Creator too;

Fain would my tongue adore my King,

And pay the worship due.

Create my soul anew,

Else all my worship’s vain;

This wretched heart will ne’er be true,

Until ‘t is formed again.

Descend, celestial fire,

And seize me from above;

Melt me in flames of pure desire,

A sacrifice to love.

Let joy and worship spend

The remnant of my days,

And to my God, my soul, ascend

In sweet perfumes of praise.

– Isaac Watts

Hymns from the Past – Praise to God for His Goodness and Truth

Due to inclement weather and vehicle issues we’re stuck inside this Sunday morning. We’ve just started attending a church in our new town and fellowship has been sweet. I look forward to an eternity of fellowship without manufacture recalls, or bad weather! This hymn blessed me this morning, I pray it blesses you all beloved.

I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath;

and when my voice is lost in death,

praise shall employ my nobler powers.

My days of praise shall ne’er be past

while life and thought and being last,

or immortality endures.

How happy they whose hopes rely

on Israel’s God, who made the sky

and earth and seas with all their train;

whose truth forever stands secure,

who saves the oppressed and feeds the poor,

and none shall find God’s promise vain.

The Lord pours eyesight on the blind;

the Lord supports the fainting mind

and sends the laboring conscience peace.

God helps the stranger in distress,

the widowed and the parentless,

and grants the prisoner sweet release.

I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath;

and when my voice is lost in death,

praise shall employ my nobler powers.

My days of praise shall ne’er be past

while life and thought and being last,

or immortality endures.

By Isaac Watts

Hymn from the Past

Bless, O my soul! the living God.
Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad.
Let all the powers within me join
In work and worship so divine,
In work and worship so divine.

Bless, O my soul! the God of grace.
His favors claim thy highest praise.
Why should the wonders He hath wrought
Be lost in silence and forgot,
Be lost in silence and forgot?

’Tis He, my soul, that sent His Son
To die for crimes which thou hast done.
He owns the ransom and forgives
The hourly follies of our lives,
The hourly follies of our lives.

The vices of the mind He heals,
And cures the pains that nature feels;
Redeems the soul from hell, and saves
Our wasting life from threat’ning graves.

Our youth decayed, His power repairs;
His mercy crowns our growing years;
He satisfies our mouth with good,
And fills our hopes with heav’nly food.

He sees th’oppressor and th’oppressed,
And often gives the suff’rers rest;
But will His justice more display
In the last great rewarding day.

His power He showed by Moses’ hands,
And gave to Israel His commands;
But sent His truth and mercy down
To all the nations by His Son.

Let the whole earth His power confess.
Let the whole earth adore His grace.
The Gentile with the Jew shall join
In work and worship so divine,
In work and worship so divine.

By Isaac Watts in 1719