Devotion to Christ


 

BEARING FRUIT John 15:1-8

No Fruit
Produced by the lone branch
It has no life within.
The Husbandman, he has
The vine to graft it in.

Fruit
Produced upon the branch
Fed by the Living Vine.
Clusters rich, full and ripe
The Husbandman will find.

More Fruit
Produced by constant growth
Attention by Him there.
To purge and take away
The branch that will not bear.

Much Fruit
Produced by it’s response
The Husbandman’s delight.
The fruitful branch abides
So precious in His sight.

What Fruit'
Produced in you the branch
Shall God the Father find
No fruit, more fruit, much fruit
From Christ the Living Vine' EH

 


O TO BE FAITHFUL!

I’ve Proved Thee Lord in Sorrows Hour
Unchanging in Thou Love To Me
I’ve Felt Thy Presence and Thy Power
And Long Thou Blessed Face to See

So Not For Length of Days I’d Ask
Nor For This World’s Wealth to Share
But for Grace To Do The Task
Thou Hast Entrusted to My Care

Help Me Lord My Task To Do
For All Thou Love To Me
Keep Me Faithful Ever True
Till At Home Dear Lord With Thee


GRATITUDE TO HIM

Dear Lord I never can repay
The debt of love I owe
But help me Lord from day to day
That love to others show

A gracious word a kindly deed
Some little task for thee
For all around there is a need
Help me dear Lord to see
 


FOLLOW THOU ME John 21:22

Is there no other way, Oh God,
Except through sorrow, pain and loss'
To stamp Christ’s likeness on my soul,
No other way except the cross'

And then a voice stills all my soul,
That stilled the waves of Galilee,
Cans’t thou not bear the furnace,
If midst the flames I walk with thee'

I bore the cross, I know its weight,
I drank the cup I hold for thee.
Cans’t thou not follow where I lead'
I'll give thee strength, lean hard on Me!
Author unknown


CREATE IN ME A CLEAN HEART

Though some would ask for this world’s wealth
That oft has fleeting wing
Dear Lord give me a thankful heart
Thy praise each day to sing

A heart that’s cleansed from sin’s vile scourge
A dwelling place for Thee
A heart Thy precious blood did purge
A heart from sin set free

A heart for others Lord give me
Still strangers to Thy grace
That I might speak a word for Thee
Until I see Thy face

A heart that aye beats true to Thee
Whatever trial may come
Oh such a heart Dear Lord give me
Until I’m taken home
Psalm 51:10  R.A. (17 - 11 - 64)


IN THE CRUCIBLE

Out from the mine and the darkness,
Out from the damp and the mold,
Out from the fiery furnace,
Cometh each grain of gold.
Crushed into atoms and leveled
Down to the humblest dust
With never a heart to pity,
With never a hand to trust.

Molten and hammered and beaten
Seemeth it ne'er to be done.
Oh, for such fiery trial,
What hath the poor gold done'
Oh, 'twere a mercy to leave it
Down in the damp and the mold.
If this is the glory of living,
Then better to be dross than gold.

Under the press and the roller,
Into the jaws of the mint,
Stamped with the emblem of freedom,
With never a flaw or a dint.
Oh, what a joy, the refining,
Out of the damp and the mold.
And stamped with the glorious image,
Oh, beautiful coin of gold!
Author unknown
 


UNTIL I LEARNED

2 Samuel 22:3
Until I learned to trust,
I never learned to pray;
I never learned to fully trust
'Till sorrows came my way.

Isaiah 40:31
Until I felt my weakness,
His strength I never knew—
Nor dreamed 'till I was stricken
That He would see me through.

Psalm 32:7
Who deepest drinks of sorrow,
Drinks deepest, too, of grace;
He sends the storm, so He Himself
Can be our hiding place.

Romans 8:18
His heart that seeks our highest good,
Knows well when things annoy;
We would not long for heaven
If earth held only joy.
Carl Borleis  
 


LOVEST THOU ME'

Lovest thou me-more than these
keeps ringing in my ears
I bow my head and with shame
Remember wasted years

As I stand before the Lord
A silence fills the air
Look upon the nail pierced hand
My heart begins to stir

To think I once Him denied
With oaths and curses swore
I know Him not I did say
I wanted Him no more

But I recall Him on that tree
In agonies and blood
My God, My God, He did cry
Hast Thou forsaken me.

Again I look within my heart
My love is Oh so weak
Now I bow before my Lord
His glory only seek.

And in low tones I reply
Oh Lord I do Thee Love
Please infuse this heart of mine
With love that’s from above. (J.H)


THIS DO IN REMEMBRANCE OF ME

We would here remember Jesus,
Who has died to set us free,
And has made a full atonement,
Reconciling us to Thee;
Here we gather to remember,
In the breaking of the bread,
Jesus, who for us was broken,
And is now our living Head.

Who upon the cross of Calvary,
Suffered, bled and died for sin,
That to His own heavenly glory,
We, redeemed, might enter in;
Here we see the bleeding wound prints,
He received for you and me,
Here we see God's Son appointed,
Made a curse upon the tree.

Harken how He cries, "'Tis finished!"
Sin is vanquished, victory won!
Satan is forever conquered,
Christ's redemptive work is done;
He is now for us ascended,
Seated on God's Throne above,
Ever for us interceding,
Pleading still the Father's love.

Thus around His table gathered,
"In remembrance" till He come,
We will worship and adore Him.
Soon His trump will call us home;
Then He'll change our place to glory,
Where our Lord's face we shall see,
And the many of our loved ones,
Now at home in Heaven with Thee. W.B. 
 


GIVE ME A HEART
Psalm 51:10

Though some would ask for this world’s wealth
That oft has fleeting wing
Dear Lord give me a thankful heart
Thy praise each day to sing

A heart that’s cleansed from sin’s vile scourge
A dwelling place for Thee
A heart Thy precious blood did purge
A heart from sin set free

A heart for others Lord give me
Still strangers to Thy grace
That I might speak a word for Thee
Until I see Thy face

A heart that aye beats true to Thee
Whatever trial may come
Oh such a heart Dear Lord give me
Until I’m taken home
R.A. (17 - 11 - 64)


THY WILL NOT MINE

"That thy trust may be in the Lord, I have
made known to thee this day, even to thee." (Proverbs 22:19)

Lord, when I cannot understand
Thy silence in the hour
When I most need Thy helping hand
And Thy deliv'ring power
This shall my joy and comfort be,
That so it seemeth good to Thee.

When things whereon my heart is set
Thy sovereign will denies,
If I am tempted to forget
That Thou art just and wise
Let this my joy and comfort be
That so it seemeth good to Thee.

When sinners prosper while the just
Are chastened every day;
When hope lies hopeless in the dust
Through unexplained delay,
Then let my joy and comfort be,
That so it seemeth good to Thee.

When those I love from me depart
To mansions in the skies
And sorrow overwhelms my heart
And blinds my weeping eyes
O Lord! let this my comfort be,
That so it seemeth good to Thee.

Thus onward to the very end,
My Lord, my God, my All,
I will not doubt my heavenly Friend;
But, whatsoe'er befall--
This shall my joy and comfort be,
That so it seemeth good to Thee.


NO WILL BUT THINE

Jesus, 'tis my aim divine,
Hence to have no will but thine,
Let me covenant with thee,
Thine for evermore to be:
This my prayer, and this alone,
Saviour, let thy will be done!

Thee to love, to live to thee,
This my daily portion be,
Nothing to my Lord I give,
But from him I first receive:
Lord, for me thy blood was spilt,
Lead me, guide me, as thou wilt.

All that is opposed to thee,
Howsoever dear it be,
From my heart the idol tear,
Thou shalt have no rival there,
Only thou shalt fill the throne:
Saviour, let thy will be done.

Wilt thou, Lord, in me fulfil
All the pleasure of thy will;
Thine in life, and thine in death,
Thine in every fleeting breath,
Thou my hope and joy alone:
Saviour, let thy will be done.
Octavius Winslow
 


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