To maturity let us be born,
The foundation is Jesus our Lord.
Here we build, and we hang all our hope,
Keep these ever in view as you grow:
All our works are as dung unto Him.
We are dead, and therefore must repent.
For by grace, through our faith, we are saved,
And that faith is a gift that God gave.
There are baptisms given by God:
Those of water, and fire, and blood.
The assembly of saints in His church,
Is essential to grow in His word.
Every man will be raised from the dead,
All those mortal immortal instead.
They’ll be judged by eternal decree,
To be punished, or paradise see.
O Lord my God, who ever guided me,
Anoint my eyes that I might clearly see.
What is this horrid news which I have heard?
Then has another man made love to her?
For I would disbelieve it if I could,
For she seemed always godly, sure, and good.
And yet the child in her makes it clear,
That she has never really held me dear.
Was all her love and purity a show?
O Holy Father, only You would know.
I look to you for guidance in my mind;
What must I do with her who once was mine?
Perhaps — for her — I never was enough.
I could not make her happy, or feel loved.
So was I always insufficient then,
That to avoid me she would turn to sin?
Yet somehow, I yet love her through it all,
And would not wish to see, or cause, her fall.
If thus without me she is better pleased,
It is enough! I am content to leave.
I only pray her other lover will,
Bring her the joy that I could not instill.
So I forgive her as I set her free
God, surely this is what you’d have of me.
“Fear not, Joseph, for that babe is me.
And you who called me “Father” soon will be,
My earthly father. Rise, and take your bride!
And name the child Jesus. He will be the Christ.”
The seventh day the Lord did rest,
Yet rest was made for man.
Perhaps of all God’s gifts, the best
Is rest. So see His plan:
How first the Sabbath God ordained,
For men to rest from work.
This, only faithful men obtained,
And was a type – the first.
And then He gave the Promised Land,
An other type of rest,
A land of fat – yet wicked man,
Still put God to the test.
He gave them kings to bring them peace,
And rest from all their wars.
Yet faithlessness would never cease,
But struggled all the more.
So God gives us another rest,
Redeemed in Jesus’ life.
This Sabbath now by far the best,
To rest by faith in Christ.
Why stand you faithless in the way,
In peril of the sword?
As long as it is called ‘today,’
Turn back now to the Lord!
Be diligent to serve His will,
And not as those who fell;
So enter heaven’s rest fulfilled,
And not be cast to hell.