The Son of God TUNE: Praise the Savior 8.8.8.5. Words by JIM BYRD
1. All deserve to be rejected, Yet Jehovah has elected, Multitudes to be perfected, In the Son of God.
2. Christ to save us from all danger, Condescended to a manger; To the world He was a stranger, Lowly Son of God.
3. Jesus Christ the only Savior, Came to bring us to God’s favor, Son of Man, the Mediator; Blessed Son of God.
4. With His blood the Savior bought us, And in time He came and sought us, Of His gospel He has taught us, Gracious Son of God.
5. When we see Him, we will know Him, And together we will show Him, That eternal praise we owe Him, Jesus, Son of God. *****
“Shew Thy marvelous lovingkindness, O Thou that savest by Thy right hand them which put their trust in Thee from those that rise up against them. Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of Thy wings.” (Psalm 17:7-8) *****
What Will it Be Like? I was thinking about the excellencies of our King, and how wonderful it will be to see Him on His throne and be with Him forevermore. I readily admit that I cannot imagine the glory that awaits us in the land of pure delight, but what a joyful prospect belongs to the child of God! In heaven’s unrivaled land, we will see the Lamb of God in His beauty, observe the wonders of redemption as never before, and not one time will we be distracted from that One “who loved us and washed us from our sins in His own blood” (Revelation 1:5). What will it be like to “sit down with Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob, in the kingdom of heaven?” (Matthew 8:11) When this life is past I will be done with sin and all of its horrible effects upon me. Death will finally relieve me of the weight of corruption that constantly plagues me. All that I think, say or do is stained with the foul stench of iniquity. I am such a horrible sinner. I am no better now than the day when I was brought by the Spirit of grace to believe on the Lord Jesus Christ. It seems, rather than improving, I am worse than before because I have more light to see the wretchedness of my guilt. O, what will it be like when, in Immanuel’s land, I will worship and adore my God with undivided heart and mind? Until that day when I shall see His blessed face, may the Lord enable me to fill this brief life with an ambition to glorify Him, to walk by faith and to be diligent in proclaiming the glad tidings that “Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners.” This world is not my home; I am a citizen of a better country. Every blessing that I receive here is a token of His love and a pledge of that “far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory” which He has promised and reserved for His people. –Jim Byrd *****
“The Praise of All His Saints” “He also exalteth the horn of His people, the praise of all His saints; even of the children of Israel, a people near unto Him. Praise ye the LORD” (Psalm 148:14). And Who is this, “the Horn of His people and the praise of His saints,” but Jesus? Is He not indeed both the praise and the glory, the delight and the joy, the portion and the happiness of all His people? “His saints,” doth it say? Yes, saints, made so by His righteousness and salvation, when taken from among sinners; and when themselves sinners, He hath washed them in His blood, clothed them with His garment of salvation, and granted them an inheritance among the saints in light. And is He not their praise? Indeed, is there any other the object of their praise, to whom they look up, in whom they delight, but Him, in whom God their Father hath made them accepted in Him, the Beloved? Say then, my soul, is He not Thy praise this day; and will He not be thine everlasting, unceasing praise, every day, and all the day, and through the endless day of eternity? Who shall be thy praise but Jesus; His beauty, His glory, His excellency; in whom all divine perfections center? Who shall be thy praise but Jesus, the Mediator, the Christ of God whose glory it is to redeem poor sinners and make them saints; to give out of His fulness, and grace for grace? Who shall be thy praise, but He that hath made thy peace, in the blood of His cross, and ever liveth to make intercession for thee? Oh thou fair and lovely One, the chiefest among ten thousand, Thou art my praise, my glory, my song, my rejoicing! Every day will I praise Thee; morning by morning will I hail Thy name, and night by night testify Thy faithfulness. Here, while upon earth, will I unceasingly speak of Thy praise; and, ere long, I shall join the happy multitude above, in that song, “To Him that hath loved us, and washed us from our sins in His own blood!” Oh Thou that art “the praise of all Thy saints.” –Robert Hawker
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