My King

Not in that poor lowly stable,

With the oxen standing by,

We shall see Him; but in heaven,

Set at God's right hand on high;

Where like stars His children crowned

All in white shall wait around.

My faith

I must have the Saviour with me
for my faith, at best, is weak:
He can whisper words of comfort
that no other voice can speak

My Redeemer

I will sing of my Redeemer
And His wondrous love to me
On the cruel cross He suffered
From the curse to set me free

My surety

Arise, my soul, arise; shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding sacrifice in my behalf appears:
Before the throne my surety stands,
Before the throne my surety stands,
My name is written on His hands.

My sinful soul

When Satan tempts me to despair
And tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look and see Him there
Who made an end of all my sin.
Because the sinless Savior died
My sinful soul is counted free.
For God the just is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me.

My lips

Take my lips, and let them be filled with messages from Thee.

My heart

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

He is mine

There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain:
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave he rose again!
And as He stands in victory
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me,
For I am His and He is mine -
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

My hope

“See, God’s hands are nailed, they cannot strike thee; His feet also, He cannot run from thee. His arms are wide open to embrace thee, His head hangs down to kiss thee; His very heart is open, so that therein look, nay, even spy, and thou shalt see nothing therein but love, love, love, to thee.”

-John Trapp

My place

Bearing shame and scoffing rude
In my place condemned He stood

Dark Gethsemane

Death and the curse were in that cup,
Oh Christ, 'twas full for Thee;
But Thou hast drained the last dark dregs,
Tis empty now for me.