Desperate Need (I John 3:19-24)

How desperately I need Thee, Lord,
To guard me and to feed me,
And nurtured by Thy holy word,
With blessing when I heed Thee.
But I could never feel Thee, Lord,
With flesh since Thou art spirit.
Thy mighty hand I can not see,
I can not taste or hear it.

How desperately I need thee, Lord,
I can not even seek Thee,
I cannot see, but Thou canst see,
To comfort and release me.
Assurance comes from Thee, my Lord,
And through Thy power only,
I know I’m thine for Thou hast claimed,
To mold me to Thy glory.

How desperately I need Thee, Lord,
In weakness I have sought Thee,
My prayer for deliverance,
From vile vice that fought me.
And Thou hast heard my prayer, Lord,
And so I know Thou savest,
And with Thy will my soul sustained,
Relationship Thou gavest.

How desperately I need Thee, Lord,
And Thou in me abidest,
That in Thy power I may live,
Thy Spirit then to ride with.
And Thou hast made Thy home in me,
And with Thy scripture fed me,
Thy Law and Spirit filling me,
And promise yet to wed me!

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Sacrificial Love (I John 3:10-19)

The natural state of man is hate,
And native to our evil,
Imbondaged then and slaves to sin,
The primal state of people.

Yet we have seen Him intervene,
To sow His love within us,
That Gospel seed now blooming green,
And molds us after Jesus.

By this alone His saint are known,
By love alone distinguished,
Though man may try to live a lie,
Sin Christ alone extinguished.

They are the same as wicked Cain,
Who murdered his own brother,
He could not purge the evil urge,
Since by the devil fathered.

Set not your ways to worldly praise,
But to your father sacred,
What you pursue, they will eschew,
The world will bear you hatred.

This breath of hate will death create,
And everlasting dieing.
But He has saved us from the grave,
And by His love reviving.

Impassioned love, an active love,
We bear for every brother,
Our very life His sacrifice,
And in His love we’re covered.

For hate the seed to murder leads,
But we must die for others,
Like Christ then called, to love men all,
Who turned us into lovers.

But if you see a brother’s need,
Have means, but do not aid him,
Can love abide or is there Christ?
No, you have just betrayed Him.

As we have heard, love not with words,
In work and truth appearing,
Which will arise through sacrifice,
To face Him without fearing.

Children of God (I John 3:1-10)

Then you are a child of God,
Thus like Him, though formed of the sod,
Reborn by His passion and blood,
You’re made in His semblance, and saved from your sin.

You bear, then, His image, His seed:
The Word He has given to heed.
Adopted as children, indeed,
The Spirit indwelling to make us His kin.

And He as the father-hood mold,
All human relations, behold,
Reflect but the model He told,
Analogous meant to reflect us to Him.

So break illegitimate ties,
The world, they our Father despise,
Not sold to their sin or their vise,
But joined to the church, the bride He defends.

And you both know God and have seen,
Made holy as He’s always been,
Not guilty, or lawless, but clean,
Beholding that love, and named after Him.