"EXCEEDING RICHES OF HIS GRACE".
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There the prayer that seemed rejected,
And the answer long forgot,
Will await me in the temple,
Though on earth I knew them not.
And the answer long forgot,
Will await me in the temple,
Though on earth I knew them not.
Like the storms and clouds of morning,
In the sunset's radiant glow,
Gathering hues of wondrous beauty,
For the Lord's resplendent bow.
In the sunset's radiant glow,
Gathering hues of wondrous beauty,
For the Lord's resplendent bow.
Grace He grants for joy and sorrow,
Grace for dying days; and when
I behold my Lord in glory,
Grace must still my heart sustain.
Grace for dying days; and when
I behold my Lord in glory,
Grace must still my heart sustain.
I shall fall like John before Him,
With that rapturous sight opprest;
He will stoop in love to raise me
To the shelter of His breast.
With that rapturous sight opprest;
He will stoop in love to raise me
To the shelter of His breast.
Grace hath found me, grace upholds me,
Grace will grant me all I need;
Grace secures me Christ and glory—
This is grace for me indeed!
Grace will grant me all I need;
Grace secures me Christ and glory—
This is grace for me indeed!
A beloved servant of the Lord, now gone from our midst, was overheard repeating softly to himself, "I shall have grace even for that." His brother, supposing that he was meditating on the near approach of release from his sufferings, quoted the twenty-third Psalm. "Oh," replied the happy saint cheerfully, "I was not thinking of death, but of seeing the Lord Jesus! I shall gaze in His face, and then I shall fall at His feet, and He will stoop and raise me to His breast; and I shall have grace even for that."
