I serve a God who clothes each little flower,
I serve a God who knows each sparrow’s need,
I serve a God who planned out every hour,
Who fashion life, from man, to beast, to seed.
And so he looks on earth in His compassion,
And not a spot escapes His loving eye,
So blessed is he who acts in Godly fashion,
And answers wisely when the needy cry.
How can we show our love for God the father,
Unless we first can love the least of these?
And love demands we love him as a brother,
To help him with the things he truly needs.
Should we not help each thing we see as needy,
To serve as stewards o’er all the Lord has made?
Though you can not enrich the world completely,
You must be faithful and you must obey.
For God will bless that man who helps the beggar,
And He will guard him in the evil day,
And God will give him life to live forever,
And bless the land on which he tends and stays.
And God protects him from all those who hate him,
And will sustain him, giving him his health.
For God adores that man who will embrace Him,
And shares to poor men from his little wealth.
Why would I contend with the Lord, the All-Great?
Opposing His providence over the earth?
For it is Your good pleasure, not nebulous fate,
You’re personal, faithful, in all of Your works.
I was not ashamed to announce this the same,
Declaring Your love, and salvation, and truth –
How righteous, how gracious, how worthy Your name!
I glorify You though Your own attributes.
Without Your compassion – how desperate my plight!
My self-fashioned demons would swallow me whole.
I’m drowning, defeated, unable to fight,
I’m desperately pleading: deliver my soul!
Abandon me not! For my courage has failed,
I abandon myself to the cause of Your praise.
Apart from your aid I’d have never prevailed,
This flood of iniquity drown in Your grace!
You’re seated with power, with host to attend,
The might of Your armies no man’s eyes can see:
The myriad warriors deployed to defend,
These angels arrayed and Your bright panoply.
You’re pleased to deliver Your saints from distress,
You love to deploy Your battalions to save.
I pray then You hear me in Your righteousness,
Demolish those men who against You yet rave!
Let the saints of the Lord raise a victory cheer!
Extol all His greatness, and revel in Him.
Let that promise of triumph expel all my fear,
And bolster me now while I struggle with sin.
“An honest man’s the noblest work of God,”
Not him who chases wealth, to fame aspires.
God measures not that man whom men applaud,
But him who passes on the Gospel-fire.
Oh fathers, bear this precious task in mind:
To teach your children in this living faith.
Oh mothers, keep within the Lord’s design:
Desire children, guide them in the Way.
Do you not see the dreadful consequence,
If you neglect this all-important task?
With heathen families, generations hence,
Who say, “such were his words, but not his acts.”
But teach your children in the faith that’s true,
And when they’re old, they will not stray from Him,
But they, in turn, will teach their children, too,
Your children’s children serving Christ within.
And on the day your body enters earth,
They’ll stand, each generation, by your grave,
And say, “He taught us Jesus from our birth,
Our heritage of Christian faith, he gave.”
An honest man’s the noblest work of God,
Who trains his children, serving God alone,
A thousand thousands, heirs for years to come,
Will worship with their father at Christ’s throne.