[Came =
across this old poem by Augustus Toplady (same fellow who wrote the =
beloved “Rock of Ages” we sing in church) and it struck a =
chord in my life. Have had some rough weeks with pain, lack of =
sleep, my leg now in its third cast, and shifting of plans. It is =
easy to believe in God’s plan in the daylight, but a lot harder =
when there are long periods of darkness. Trust this will be an =
encouragement to you all as well.]
From whence =
this fear and unbelief?
Hath not the Father put to grief
His =
spotless Son for me?
And will the righteous Judge of men
Condemn =
me for that debt of sin
Which, Lord, was charged on =
Thee?
Complete atonement Thou hast =
made,
And to the utmost Thou hast paid
Whate’er Thy people =
owed;
How then can wrath on me take place,
If sheltered in Thy =
righteousness,
And sprinkled with Thy blood?
If thou hast my discharge =
procured,
And freely in my room endured
The whole of wrath =
divine;
Payment God cannot twice demand –
First at my bleeding =
Surety’s hand,
And then again at mine.
Turn then, my soul, unto thy =
rest!
The merits of thy great High Priest
Have bought thy =
liberty;
Trust in His efficacious blood,
Nor fear thy banishment =
from God,
Since Jesus died for thee.
[this sings =
easily to ‘O Could I Speak the Matchless Worth’ by just =
repeating the last line in each stanza]
~~
Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] www.grif.net =
"Jesus Knows Me, This I =
Love!"