God made the country, and man made the town.
God made the country, and man made the town.
The Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow;
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine
A contrite heart or no?
A patriot's blood,Well spent in such a strife, may earn indeed,And for a time ensure to his loved land,The sweets of liberty and equal lawsBut martyrs struggle for a brighter prize,And win it with more pain. Their blood is shedIn confirmation of the noblest claim --Our claim to feed upon immortal truth,To walk with God, to be divinely free,To soar, and to anticipate the skies.Yet few remember them.
Nature is but a name for an effect, Whose cause is God.
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
My God, how perfect are Thy ways!
Oh ev'nings worthy of the gods!
Oh for a closer walk with God.
Oh let me then at length be taughtWhat I am still so slow to learnThat God is love, and changes not,Nor knows the shadow of a turn.
Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.
Oh for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb
Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its powerTill all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories