...... safe from harm?

sermonindex Nov 6, 2007

I've just posted this in the Today, I'm praising God for ... thread, the third verse of which, the last line struck me.

This is a hymn from my childhood, from the 2nd Edition of the Hymnary of the Presbyterian Church of Scotland. Back then, I'm sure I thought it meant nothing bad would happen to me, because of the love of God. Now, I don't think that's what it means. It has an eternal perspective.

How much do I need to grow, to be able to sing this with the same trusting heart as I did back then!

[color=336699]March on, my soul, with strength,
With strength, but not thine own;
The conquest thou shalt gain,
Through Christ thy Lord alone;
His grace shall nerve thy feeble arm,
~~[u]~~His love preserve thee safe from harm[/u].[/color]

All I can think now is, that if I gain that last conquest (of dying) through Christ my Lord, I shall be satisfied.

EDIT

'March on, my soul, with strength,' p87, Today, I'm praising God for ...

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roaringlamb Nov 6, 2007

Sister, I think you will find this one a blessing as well-

"From God Shall Naught Divide Me"
by Ludwig Helmbold, 1532-1598
Translated by Catharine Winkworth, 1829-1878

1. From God shall naught divide me,
For He is true for aye
And on my path will guide me,
Who else should often stray.
His right hand holdeth me;
For me He truly careth,
My burdens ever beareth
Wherever I may be.

2. When man's help and affection
Shall unavailing prove,
God grants me His protection
And shows His pow'r and love.
He helps in ev'ry need,
From sin and shame redeems me,
From chains and bonds reclaims me,
Yea, e'en from death I'm freed.

3. God shall be my Reliance
In sorrow's darkest night;
Its dread I bid defiance
When He is at my right.
I unto Him commend
My body, soul, and spirit--
They are His own by merit--
All's well then at the end.

4. Oh, praise Him, for He never
Forgets our daily need;
Oh, blest the hour whenever
To Him our thoughts can speed;
Yea, all the time we spend
Without Him is but wasted,
Till we His joy have tasted,
The joy that hath no end.

5. Yea, when the world shall perish
With all its pride and power,
Whatever worldlings cherish
Shall vanish in that hour.
But though in death they make
The deepest grave our cover,
When there our sleep is over,
Our God will us awake.

6. What though I here must suffer
Distress and trials sore,
I merit ways still rougher;
And yet there is in store
For me eternal bliss,
Yea, pleasures without measure,
Since Christ is now my Treasure
And shall be evermore.

Hymn #393
The Lutheran Hymnal
Text: Joshua 24:16
Author: Ludwig Helmbold, 1563, cento
Translated by: Catharine Winkworth, 1863, alt.
Titled: "Von Gott will ich nicht lassen"
Tune: "Von Gott will ich nicht lassen"
1st Published in: Christliche Tischgesaenge
Town: Erfurt, 1572

sermonindex Nov 8, 2007

May the Lord give me grace.

Patrick, thank you for sharing this. It is exactly what I meant.