When throughout Thy holy life, Thy work,
Was all to saving worms like me?
Why is it Lord, when on my knees,
So hard to lift my voice to Thee?
When my Lord, in Gethsemane,
Bore the world for rogues like me?
Why is it Lord, my tongue is still,
When e’er I want to spread Thy fame?
When from the days when he was young,
Christ was resolved to speak Thy name?
Yet Christ lived not for his own sake,
Nor always pray for his own soul,
No, grace he gave, through his life,
That our life to Thee may then be whole.
How is it Lord, (oh mercy vast),
That you should grant such grace to me?
That all I say or do in life,
Might bring great glory, all to Thee!
and: For my next blog project I will probably an update of my ancient about page.