Praise to God written in memory of Nancy Davis

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I wrote this hymn on 1/29/2011 in memory of Nancy Davis:  Missionary, Song Writer, Prayer Warrior, Beloved Mother and Wife, Disciple of Christ.  “Greater love hath no man...that a man lay down his life...” (Jn.15:13)  

We sing to the Lord a new song of praise.       

With vict’ry assured our voices we raise.          

The souls of His honored martyrs await.      

While resting from labors they anticipate

A song of Redeemed with us to sing

With hosts of angels marveling.

With hosts of angels marveling.

Our Captain leads on.  We look to His face --

A fountain of glory, truth, and sweet grace.

He lovingly with authority speaks

And thrills with His power, all fears can but cease,

“The cross, child, endure, the shame ignore;

“Abundant joy I give and more.”

“Abundant joy I give and more.”

He’ll come once again the heavens to shake.

Before His great wrath the whole earth will quake.

We boldly proclaim our great Saviour’s name

He’s holy and just and His judgments the same.

Pray Who is this One we’re trumpeting?

Our thorn-crowned Jesus now made King!

Our thorn-crowned Jesus now made King!

    - Phillip Dickinson

See God's great goodness to sinners!

Goodness and Love look down upon the fallen race, and desire their happiness; Wisdom divises the remedy; Pity lets fall her tear of sympathy; and Mercy comes to the rescue.  But while the guilty turn with indifference or scorn from all the offers of grace tendered by the hand of Mercy, Long-suffering waits with enduring patience, reiterates the pleadings of Mercy, crying, "Why will ye die?" till Goodness, and Love, and Pity, and Mercy, and Long-suffering, having all made their appeals only to be rejected and set at naught, join with Justice, and Holiness, and every perfection of God, in pronouncing upon the incorrigible their fearful and irrevocable doom.        - Elements of Divinity, from chapter 2  Attributes of God, by Thomas N. Ralston

Your Saviour held His peace

The day when Jesus stood alone
And felt the hearts of men like stone;
And knew He came to atone --
That day "He held his peace."

My friend, have you far, far much less,
With rage, which you call righteousness,
Resented slights with great distress?
Your Saviour "Held His peace."
- L.S.P. in Guide Lamps for God's Lambs