But once the Lord spoke by His prophet-seers,
And now He speaks through His incarnate Son.
But once the Israelites refused to hear,
And still some doubt, although the Lord has come.
But once God judged by plague and tumult here,
And now full hell will take the rebel-ones.
Do not defer or slacken from the Lord,
Come to attention when His word is read.
Whose very voice has shaken this whole world,
Obliterating kingdoms, leveled in their dread.
Both earth and heaven He will shake once more,
When He returns to judge the quick and dead.
The Lord is by my side, what shall I fear?
For I will not be shaken from His love.
No tumult negates that the Lord is near,
Nor sunders my salvation in His blood.
His shaking makes his kingdom to appear,
Which will withstand all shaking, fire, or flood.
So let us serve Jehovah as is fit,
Receiving here this kingdom by His hand,
With thankfulness o’erflowing from our lips,
And full devotion to His word’s command,
With reverence and with awe at who He is;
For God is a consuming fire-brand.
Lord, Thou hast called me by Thy grace,
Redeeming me from judgment’s hand,
Thy call to me has given place,
To call my children from the damned.
I trust Thy will to do,
Will save my family too.
Lord, give me strength to teach Thy ways,
And not neglect Thy clear command,
Not presupposing on Thy grace,
But training them with humble hands.
My greatest joy to see,
My children trusting Thee.
Lord, guide me to be quick to hear,
And follow in Thy sanctity,
That all my children, ever near,
May learn by what they see in me.
Oh, keep me in Thy ways,
That they not learn to stray!
Lord, when your enemy appears,
Within the house Thou gavest me,
Make strong my hands to crush and clear,
Those things which turn their hearts from Thee.
Lord, guide my hands to war,
Keep nothing left in store.
Lord, do not let my faith stagnate,
Regeneration ends in me.
But as headwaters that create,
A progeny that follows Thee.
For many generations still,
My offspring following Thy will.
Run with endurance the race that’s before,
Casting aside all that hinders.
Sin takes your throat and turns it from the Lord,
Clinging and stinging,
When you try to run as a winner.
Run knowing you are surrounded by saints,
Taking up heart by their witness.
Spur one another to keep in the race,
Striving and vying,
Brothers with you struggle in this.
Run with the weight of the cross on your back,
Only that weight gives you victory.
Christ at the fore making up what you lack,
Bleeding and pleading,
Strengthens when you’re running weakly.
Christ ran the vanguard, and He blazed the trail,
Finished by His own blood draining.
With joy took the cross, through the pain He prevailed,
Spurning the cursing,
Now with His Father is reigning.