Psalm 30: Delivered from Death

I see the phantom terror strong,
The damning angel’s sword is drawn,
It’s stretched against the holy hill,
Ten thousand sevens he has killed.
These sheep are slaughtered for my sin,
Lord, bring this plague unto an end!
My dignity is thrown aside,
As to Jehovah’s throne I cried.
I cried and pleaded for His grace,
In desperation, on my face.
“What profit is there in my death?
I praise you with my living breath.
Would Your name then be glorified,
If my belief were vilified?
Display Your power in this day,
Dismay the mockers when You save!”
The Lord has turned His ear to me,
He has responded graciously.
He sent this threat to right my pride,
To make me panic as He hides.
He turned my heart back unto Him,
That I would grieve over my sin.
The angel has put up his sword!
Our hill redeemed by our great Lord.
My sackcloth changed for wedding robes,
To sing and dance, not weep and mope.
In order that for all my days,
My body may proclaim His praise.
My purpose, then, to glorify,
My Lord who saved and sanctifies.
He hauled me from my self-dug well,
I must exalt Him, thus compelled.
So teach the world to sing my song,
God saved us when Death’s sword was drawn.
His anger for an instant seen,
Is swallowed in eternity,
Apostasy consumed like dross,
His wrath gives way unto His cross.
For we may weep on Friday night,
But He will soon appear in light,
The end – oh Death, where have you fled?
Oh Grave who could not hold your dead.
Our wicked sin thrown into hell,
Redeemed forever we will tell.
This momentary trial is,
Preparing us for endless bliss.

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Called, Loved, and Kept for Glory (Jude 24-25)

The call went out through all the earth,
An arrow shot from Zion’s heights,
To every tribe, and caste, and birth,
“Assemble to the flag of Christ!”
Specifically the summons sent,
The call that no man can resist,
So rally now: His bow is bent,
And Christ’s campaign is imminent.

The love He showed for every man,
Like lightening flashing from the cross,
To save the damned as was His plan,
And sanctify our clinging dross.
A host anointed as His sword,
Called holy by His very mouth,
To overrun all pagan swarms,
As would a whirlwind from the south.

And kept in battle from all harm,
Against the darts of Satan’s hordes,
Defended by His mighty arm,
And guarded by our holy Lord.
For He equipped us for this fight,
And never will release His hold,
And trial’s fire He ignites,
To turn out hearts of clay to gold.

So glory, then, will fall on Him,
For in our weakness He is shown,
His power in us slaying sin,
That glory may be His alone.
And in that long expected day,
From every age, will all the saints,
Before His throne in white arrayed,
All raise His banner and His praise.

Keep the Love of God (Jude 20-23)

The love of God will outlast any strain,
Is not revoked or given you in vain,
Take not for granted: actively maintain,
To keep yourselves in Jesus’ love.

And build your faith – a fort for your defense,
The primal scaffolds follow His blue prints,
To fuller knowledge, love, obedience,
To keep yourselves in Jesus’ love.

And pray at all times in the Spirit’s course,
To guide yourselves through this world’s sinful course,
In fellowship with the Triunal source,
To keep yourselves in Jesus’ love.

Anticipate the Lord’s redemptive acts,
As Simeon, in vigil never lax,
And share His works of mercy known as facts,
To keep yourselves in Jesus’ love.