An Old Hymn

MY FAITH HAS FOUND A RESTING PLACE

Such a wonderful gift, the death of Christ is to me. Oh, the day that I caught a glimpse of the Glory of God in His saving of my soul… I marvel… Oh, how much I marvel in the depths of the love of the Lord.

It is enough indeed!

I need no other argument,
I need no other plea,
It is enough that Jesus died,
And that He died for me.

I could never understand this joy in my heart. How sinful it would be if I would still desire for anything else. How unimaginable to see myself still dwelling on the things of this world. But oh it is such a struggle to live in this world. How sickening it is to see all the glitter in the hallways and by-ways. Being filled with the Spirit of the Lord I cannot help but cry out: “Oh dear saint! What more do you want? Is Christ not enough for your soul? Or is the idea of “Christ alone” unsatisfactory for your spirit?” How perverse! Oh, how perverse the thought to look at the Cross of Christ and simply say a bit of thanks and a little chip of gratitude.

I am no different to you my friend. And I must confess that there are times when I fall to such a state of carnality of un-satisfaction of the Lord. I cannot fully express to you dear saint to how treacherous it is to see myself looking upon the Blood of the Lamb and say that it is not enough. Oh, it is death to me!

…but in this weakness, this struggle I give Glory still to the Lord! Glory to Him for allowing me to fall and chastising me in the discipline of His Word, for if ever He did not let me slip, I would never have this indescribable gratitude to how deep He reached down His arms to my unworthy soul and how high He has lifted me up to make me like Christ as His only goal.

Without the Blood stained Cross is death to my soul.

I need no other argument,
I need no other plea,
It is enough that Jesus died,
And that He died for me.