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.
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.