Precious Jesus

"Afresh, precious, precious Jesus, I resign this body to You, for doing or suffering, for living or dying. Will You accept it? Will You use me for Your glory more than heretofore, that You may have some little return for all the benefits You have done to me? Oh, do grant this request; my heart longs for it, my spirit pleads for it; and "if You will, You can." You know the hot temptation of which I am the subject. Bring Your glory out of it, and keep me from the evil, and it shall be well." - Ruth Bryan

Sunday, April 16, 2017

From John Newton

“I saw One hanging on a tree, In agonies and blood, 
 Who fixed His languid eyes on me, 
 As near His cross I stood. 

 Sure never till my latest breath 
 Can I forget that look; 
 It seemed to charge me with His death, 
 Though not a word He spoke. 

 My conscience felt and acknowledged the guilt, 
 And plunged me in despair; 
 I saw my sins His blood had spilt, 
 And helped to nail Him there. 

 Alas, I knew not what I did;
 But now my tears are vain; 
 Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
 For I, the Lord, have slain.”

John Newton 

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