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Poem by Annie Johnson Flint

  The Grace of God "My grace," 'tis the God of all grace who hath spoken, Whose word in the heavens forever is set; Whose covenant promise hath never been broken; Who never can fail or forget; Who knoweth my needs and who seeth my sorrows, However so many and great they may be; Who heareth my prayers for the days and the morrows; His grace is sufficient for me. "My grace;" all His blessings this work is unfolding, His love and His power in harmony blend; 'Tis grace that hath saved me, and grace that is holding, And grace that will keep to the end; 'Tis grace that hath written redemption's glad story, And grace all the song of the ransomed shall be; 'Tis grace that transforms me from glory to glory; That grace is sufficient for me. "My grace is," not "was," and not "will be;" 'tis flowing Each hour and each moment my need to supply, The deeper I dip, still the deeper 'tis growing, No drought can diminish or dr...

Are we thirsty? Are we seeking the Lord?

Ho, every one that is thirsty in spirit, Ho, every one that is weary and sad; Come to the fountain, there’s fulness in Jesus, All that you’re longing for, come and be glad. Refrain: “I will pour water on him that is thirsty, I will pour floods upon the dry ground; Open your heart for the gift I am bringing; While you are seeking Me, I will be found.” Child of the world, are you tired of your bondage? Weary of earth-joys, so false, so untrue? Thirsting for God and His fulness of blessing? List to the promise, a message for you! Child of the Kingdom, be filled with the Spirit! Nothing but fulness thy longing can meet: ‘Tis the enduement for life and for service; Thine is the promise, so certain, so sweet. Although this hymn is in the Redemption hymnal, I hadn't noticed it there...  Written by Lucy Rider Meyer born in Vermont, 1849, died in 1922.