Lord of My Heart

Lord of my heart, give me trust to console me, that, hungry or well-fed, I may always rely on your mercy.

Believe it or not, this one was a tough one.  It was harder for me to get to the meaning of the verse as written.

If it had read:  "Lord of my heart, give me trust to believe, that, when hungry or well-fed, I may always rely on Your grace or Your provision," then I might not have had such a difficult time of it.  "Console, well-fed, and mercy"  just don't seem to go together in my brain.

Perhaps I could understand it if I re-wrote it in my own words?  "Lord of my heart, give me faith to believe, that no matter my circumstances, good or bad, I may always look to You and trust that You will not give me what I deserve, but rather, what I need."

Philippians 4:11 Not that I speak in regard to need, for I have learned in whatever state I am, to be content: 12 I know how to be abased, and I know how to abound. Everywhere and in all things I have learned both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need. 13 I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

Thy Mercy, My God

    Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song,
    The joy of my heart. and the boast of my tongue;
    Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last,
    Hath won my affections, and bound my soul fast.

    Without Thy sweet mercy I could not live here.
    Sin would reduce me to utter despair;
    But, through Thy free goodness, my spirits revive,
    And He that first made me still keeps me alive.
    
    Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart,
    Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart;
    Dissolved by Thy goodness, I fall to the ground,
    And weep to the praise of the mercy I’ve found.

    Great Father of mercies, Thy goodness I own,
    And the covenant love of Thy crucified Son;
    All praise to the Spirit, Whose whisper divine
    Seals mercy, and pardon, and righteousness mine.
    All praise to the Spirit, Whose whisper divine
    Seals mercy, and pardon, and righteousness mine.

 Words:  John Stocker
Music:  Sandra McCracken

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[ellen b.]

"And He that first made me still keeps me alive" Praise God He does not abandon us...