as a sinner, acknowledging your need I am the truth for you. I am the life in finding your way back to God. for you. Will you take Me? Will you There is only one way and that is come in simple faith and open your through Christ. If you were the only heart? I will cleanse you.” May this man or woman who ever lived, Jesus be your earnest conviction of faith Christ would need to die for you. just now. Only in this way will you It is because He is the only way. find your way back to God, in true He says, “I am the way for you. forgiveness, peace, and eternal life,
Oh, ye Christians, leam the lesson, Are you struggling all the way? Cease your trying, change to trusting, Then you'll triumph every day! Whatsoe'er He bids you, do it, Fill the water pots to the brim; But remember, 'tis His battle— Leave the miracle to Him! Christian worker, looking forward To the ripened harvest field, Does the task seem great before you? Think how rich w ill be the yield! Bravely enter with your Master Though the prospect may seem dim, Preach the Word with holy fervor— Leave the miracle to Him! HE KNOWS He knows it all — the winding path. The sky o'ercast and grey, The steepness of the mountainside, The roughness of the way. He knows it all — the haunting fear, The doubtings that distress. The wond'rings and perplexities, And all the strain and stress. He knows it all — each troubled thought, Each anxious wave of care, And every burden, every grief, Or cross that thou dost bear. He knows it all — the weight of woe. Thine often tear-dimmed eye, The stabbing pain, the slow, dull ache, And sorrow's broken cry. He knows it all — but H is to choose, And thine to take His choice! He knows it all! He planned it so! Then trust Him, and rejoice! — E. Margaret Clarkson
LEAVE THE MIRACLE TO HIM Whatsoe'er He bids you, do it Though you may not understand; Yield to Him complete allegiance. Then you'll see His mighty hand; "F ill the water pots with water," Fill them to the very brim; He w ill honor all your trusting: Leave the miracle to Him. Bind your Isaac to the altar, Bind him there with many a cord; Oh, my brother, do not falter, Can't you fu lly trust your Lord? He it is who watches o'er you. Though your path may oft be dim, He will bring new life to Isaac— Leave the miracle to Him; See them march around the city. Scarce a sound from day to day. Scoffers from the walls deride them— "Jericho can stand such play." But the Lord's time cometh sw iftly, Then they shout out with a vim ; "Look the walls are tott'ring, falling !" Leave the miracle to Him! Face to face with hosts of Midian, Gideon's men are sifted out; Forth they go, these chosen heroes W ith no sword the foe to rout; Do you wonder if the vict'ry Can be gained by band so slim? See! Jehovah's sword is gleaming Leave the miracle to Him! Bring to Christ your loaves and fishes Though they be both few and small He w ill use the weakest vessels, Give to Him your little all.. Do you ask how many thousands Can be fed with food so slim? Listen to the Master's blessing— Leave the miracle to Him!
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