Sunday, April 12, 2009

That Gav'st A Son


Hear me, O God!
A broken heart
Is my best part:
Use still thy rod
That I may prove
Therein, thy Love.

If thou hadst not
Been stern to me,
But left me free,
I had forgot
Myself and thee.

For sin's so sweet,
As minds ill bent
Rarely repent,
Until they meet
Their punishment.

Who more can crave
Than thou hast done:
That gav'st a Son
To free a slave?
First made of nought;
With All since bought.

Sin, Death, and Hell,
His glorious Name
Quite overcame,
Yet I rebel
And slight the same.

But, I'll come in,
Before my loss
Me farther toss,
As sure to win,
Under his Cross.

Ben Johnson

Blessed Easter, everyone!


The Masked Badger said...

You're back!

Only last night I was wondering how to check you were OK.


Rosa said...

Great selection; very moving.

Happy Easter, Doug!

Cynthia Hallen said...

Thank you for the poem by Jonson. I went to Israel in March, and Easter will never be the same again.