Forside Poetry The Promised Land
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Skrevet af Jørn Nielsen   
Lørdag, 28. januar 2017 19:36

Tune:  Beneath the cross of Jesus...

Thy cross, Thy blood, Thy finished work
is where I boldly stand,
it´s shining in my sinful murk
right at Thy word´s command,
the One that said, "Let there be light!"
that Light is shining still,
when in a sinner´s heart at night,
with love Christ would it fill!

A glimpse of Christ there on the Throne
dispels the heavy thoughts,
when under guilt and shame I groan
at Satan´s strong onslaughts,
but when Thy Spirit would convey
a word that points to Thee,
bright is as spring again my day,
and its grace, indeed, has He!

O, do what saints of old have done,
apply your Bible book
to this new day that has begun
as you to Jesus look,
then you´ll enjoy that promised land
where milk and honey flow!
While its strength its foes cannot withstand,
on its soil His joy you´ll know!

Jan. 28, 2017

 
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