Showing the state of our nation in the light of God’s Holy Word

  • Stand ye in the ways and see
  • and ask for the old paths

  • where is the good way
  • and walk therein
  • and ye shall find rest for your souls

Showing the state of our nation in the light of God’s Holy Word and informing Christians about the possible loss of their religious liberties from current and proposed developments within the UK and European Union.

The Gospel of Mark 13

Mark 13:37

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Divine Providence

1. Thrice comfortable hope
That calms my stormy breast;
My Father’s hand prepares the cup,
And what he wills is best.

 

2. My fearful heart he reads;
Secures my soul from harms;
While underneath his mercy spreads
Its everlasting arms.

 

3. His skill infallible,
His providential grace,
His power and truth, that never fail,
Shall order all my ways.

 

4. The fictious power of chance
And fortune I defy;
My life’s minutest circumstance
Is subject to his eye.

 

5. O might I doubt no more,
But in his pleasure rest;
Whose wisdom, love, and truth, and power,
Engage to make me blest!

C. WESLEY


“Having loved his own … he loved them unto the end.”

1. The love of Christ is rich and free;
Fixed on his own eternally;
Nor earth, nor hell, can it remove;
Long as he lives, his own he’ll love.

 

2. His loving heart engaged to be
Their everlasting Surety;
’Twas love that took their cause in hand,
And love maintains it to the end.

 

3. Love cannot from its post withdraw;
Nor death, nor hell, nor sin, nor law,
Can turn the Surety’s heart away;
He’ll love his own to endless day.

 

4. Love has redeemed his sheep with blood;
And love will bring them safe to God;
Love calls them all from death to life;
And love will finish all their strife.

 

5. He loves through every changing scene,
Nor aught can him from Zion wean;
Not all the wanderings of her heart
Can make his love from her depart.

 

6. At death, beyond the grave, he’ll love;
In endless bliss, his own shall prove
The blazing glory of that love
Which never could from them remove.

 

W. GADSBY