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 fashioned 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.
To the tune Mo Ghile Mear
Know that your redeemer lives,
See your sufferings as His boon,
He will intercede for His,
And in the flesh you’ll see him soon.
Brothers see what God has done:
Though we are worms yet He has loved,
He gave for us His only son,
And He made us fellow heirs of grace.
See the world the Lord has made,
His majesty throughout displayed,
His power still not there contained,
But it is a shadow of his face.
Though He smite me, I’ll obey,
With blessings when he takes away,
To better love Him day by day,
Even all His dealings I’ll embrace.
God may send down pain to you,
A call for your love to renew,
If you come not, then he’ll pursue,
And his love will never cease His chase.
See He slays the fleeing snake,
The ancient dragon he now breaks,
Leviathan in terror quakes,
And He even shakes death from its place!
This great earth – this hollow mold,
Will soon fall off, and you’ll behold,
God’s person in the flesh you’ll hold
In His marriage-consummated grace.
You richly fill my wounded, aching soul,
I’m satisfied in all Your pleasures.
You, and only You, can make me full,
To satiate my heart forever.
You know me, as in Eden – stripped away,
The foul and brooding, primal curses,
World’s sensual surfeit scatters, as they day,
Of Your face every sin disperses.
Your purity as a crystal fountain flows,
The genesis of life and cleansing,
The light by which we see comes from Your throne,
Without You, there’s no sense or sensing.
Extend Your loving-kindness to the just,
To those who by Your blood are righteous,
Oh! burst the flood-gates of Your love on us,
And to Your Lordship ever tie us!
God, guard my heart from haughtiness and pride,
Nor let the wicked make me waver,
But let me ever in Your grace abide,
And all Your providences savor.
For pride has caused so many men to fall,
They clinch their fists and then are shattered.
Such reefs the flesh into our life installs,
And all their progeny is scattered.
You bring me safely through these awful snares,
And You have silenced death’s loud clamor,
I try to praise Your grace – so rich, so fair –
But all my skill is but a stammer.