Blessings

 

Thy blessings have I counted, Lord;

forgive my insolence!

I own not measure, sense, not word

for such magnificence.

On weighted scales I judge my due

'gainst what Thy love ordains,

appraise my labors, laid to sue

f'r anticipated gains!

My ledgers swell with scarlet ink -

bitter, imagined want.

What vanity, that I dare think

to price Thy crimson font?

Have I not seen Thee save Thine own?

Nor heard my fathers' praise?

Nor from my mother's arms Thee known?

Nor loved Thy word and ways?

The kings of earth pass by in awe,

cry out in death's dismay,

led forth to scales of perfect law,

their lawless guilt to weigh,

behold the undeservèd love

which caused my soul to stand,

mercies which armies cannot move,

grace ne'er to understand.

My blessings have I counted, Lord,

and weep for dour shame.

One gift beggars ny soul t'afford:

to bear Thy precious Name.

Yet one by one my blessings mount,

swelling to skies unseen,

while I despair, delight to count

each mercy in-between!

~

AMDG

Communion Hymn

O! Church of God, confess! Your appetite for sin

has left no place within for peace to satisfy.

Turn down your lustful eye; this table laid in grace

with broken bread embrace and, for your folly, weep!

Repent! Repent! Dare not despise His holy Word.

O, Church of God, repent! This table is the Lord's.

Consider, holy saint; your least-lov'd brother eats.

The Spirit now completes in him what has begun

in you. This cup is one; we share one yielded wine

as branches of one Vine, and of one Father sons.

Regard! Regard! Made perfect by one binding grace!

O, saint of God, regard! The cross bids us embrace!

O! Bride of Christ, sing praise! Your wedding feast draws near;

The dusk of bitter tear and dawn of love's accord.

Jesus, our Groom and Lord has promised to prepare

an eternal table there for those who here partake!

Rejoice! Rejoice! You wait not, labor not, in vain!

O, Bride of Christ, rejoice! 'Til Jesus comes again!

AMDG