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Not What My Hands Have Done

Horatio Bonar hit a home run with this hymn. It has been one of my favorites since I first sang it some 35 years ago. It numbed me that a person could express in words the deepest realities of the gospel I was learning.

When I changed music style in the 90’s I knew I was losing some songs that could really help a believer through weighty lyrics, and now this song has come back through the work of songwriters who want to join deep truths with modern tunes and cadences. I still like that old song, but the new one is good too. You can listen to the Indelible Grace version here.

For anyone who wonders about the necessity of the gospel for every part of the Christian life, consider the second verse.

Thy grace alone, O Christ,

Can ease this weight of sin;

Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God,

Can give me peace within.

Thy love to me, O God, not mine, O Lord, to thee,

Can rid me of my dark unrest,

And set my spirit free.

What can free me from what lurks within? The cross alone transforms the heart. My only hope. Want more? Two lines from the next verse say it stronger, “Thy power alone, O Son of God, can this sore bondage break.”

More than forty years have I lived in His light. I still want to take care of myself and do it myself. Now that my body is experiencing the effects of having grown up children, I still try to live in my own strength and my pride is sharper. I can not hope for self improvement. And the little bits of the outside that I can effect do nothing deep within.

My only hope is Jesus.

I praise the God of grace,

I trust his truth and might,

He calls me his…. Can you still find voice after God says, I call you mine? I am undone.

Astonished.

John Newton Rocks (again)

Let us Love and Sing and Wonder Today we sang one of my all time favorite songs, “Let us love, and sing, and wonder,” by John Newton. The way the lyrics are written completely draw me into the message which then slays me. The first line is expanded in the second, third and fourth verses—love, sing, wonder. And because I don’t sing it enough, I forget this construction until I am into the third verse and then my eyes flick back and forth between the first and succeeding verses while I try to sing.

We sang a newer tune today, which I had been humming during the week without remembering the words. (That is one problem with learning new tunes. Even the catchy ones take a while before I associate words with the tunes. We sang the Indelible Grace version—much like the Jars of Clay version but with a repeat of the next to last line, “He has washed us with His blood,” in each verse.)

The verse that caught me today was verse 4.

Let us wonder; grace and justice Join and point to mercy's store; When through grace in Christ our trust is, Justice smiles and asks no more: He Who washed us with His blood Has secured our way to God. It is the joining of this double theme, grace and justice, that lies at the heart of Christianity. There is no sentimentalism here, only the rugged love of a God who maintains His righteousness while at the same time declaring His people righteous in Jesus. At the same time he emphasizes the incredible significance of every single person (all our thoughts, words, and deeds matter—to our own damnation!) and amplifies the sacrifice of the Son for us. Who can stand when such reality breaks out. He smiles and asks no more. He has secured our way to God!

When checking out lyrics I found a sixth verse, one I have never sung nor heard nor seen. I am not a 6 verse hymn proponent, but this verse rocks…

Hark! the Name of Jesus, sounded Loud, from golden harps above! Lord, we blush, and are confounded, Faint our praises, cold our love! Wash our souls and songs with blood, For by Thee we come to God.

This is our unbelievable condition. After we love and sing and wonder at Jesus, we blush for our praises are faint and our love is cold. Who will change us? Who will save us?

How can I sing such praise? It is too much for me. I am undone.

Hymns that can be, and should be, prayer

John Newton knew what he had been, a slave trader who never forgot the screams and cries from deep within his ship. He knew what God had done for him in Jesus: a heart taught to fear, a heart with fears relieved, a heart amazed by grace. And he knew what he hoped for—an ongoing growth in love and godliness, holiness and joy. He was a pastor and a preacher. And he wrote hymns.

The following stopped me as I sang, the words intense and unexpected for many a modern ear, for any ear that has not yet grasped the glorious purpose of God Himself, for my ear all too often. Read. Ponder. Wonder. Pray.

I asked the Lord that I might grow

I asked the Lord that I might grow In faith, and love, and every grace; Might more of His salvation know, And seek, more earnestly, His face.

’Twas He who taught me thus to pray, And He, I trust, has answered prayer! But it has been in such a way, As almost drove me to despair.

I hoped that in some favored hour, At once He’d answer my request; And by His love’s constraining pow’r, Subdue my sins, and give me rest.

Instead of this, He made me feel The hidden evils of my heart; And let the angry pow’rs of hell Assault my soul in every part.

Yea more, with His own hand He seemed Intent to aggravate my woe; Crossed all the fair designs I schemed, Blasted my gourds, and laid me low.

Lord, why is this, I trembling cried, Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death? “’Tis in this way, the Lord replied, I answer prayer for grace and faith.

These inward trials I employ, From self, and pride, to set thee free; And break thy schemes of earthly joy, That thou may’st find thy all in Me.”

Help me Lord to find my all in You!