Rebecca Stark is the author of The Good Portion: Godthe second title in The Good Portion series.

The Good Portion: God explores what Scripture teaches about God in hopes that readers will see his perfection, worth, magnificence, and beauty as they study his triune nature, infinite attributes, and wondrous works. 

                     

Sunday
Sep212025

Sunday Hymn: I Asked the Lord That I Might Grow



I asked the Lord that I might grow
In faith, and love, and ev­ery grace;
Might more of His sal­va­tion know,
And seek, more ear­nest­ly, His face.

’Twas He who taught me thus to pray,
And He, I trust, has an­swered pray­er!
But it has been in such a way,
As al­most drove me to des­pair.

I hoped that in some fa­vored hour,
At once He’d an­swer my re­quest;
And by His love’s con­strain­ing pow’r,
Subdue my sins, and give me rest.

Instead of this, He made me feel
The hid­den ev­ils of my heart;
And let the an­gry pow­ers of hell
Assault my soul in ev­ery part.

Yea more, with His own hand He seemed
Intent to ag­gra­vate my woe;
Crossed all the fair de­signs I schemed,
Blasted my gourds, and laid me low.

Lord, why is this, I trem­bling cried,
Wilt thou pur­sue Thy worm to death?
’Tis in this way, the Lord re­plied,
I ans­wer pray­er for grace and faith.

These in­ward tri­als I em­ploy,
From self, and pride, to set thee free;
And break thy schemes of earth­ly joy,
That thou may’st find thy all in Me.

—John Newton

Sunday
Sep142025

Sunday's Hymn: Come Down, O Love Divine



Come down, O love di­vine,
Seek Thou this soul of mine,
And vi­sit it with Thine
Own ar­dor glow­ing.
O Com­fort­er, draw near,
Within my heart ap­pear,
And kin­dle it,
Thy ho­ly flame be­stow­ing.

O let it free­ly burn,
Til earth­ly pass­ions turn
To dust and ash­es
In its heat con­sum­ing;
And let Thy glo­ri­ous light
Shine ev­er on my sight,
And clothe me round,
The while my path il­lum­ing.

Let ho­ly char­ity mine
Outward ves­ture be,
And low­li­ness be­come
Mine in­ner clo­thing;
True low­li­ness of heart,
Which takes the hum­bler part,
And o’er its own short­com­ings
Weeps with loath­ing.

And so the yearn­ing strong,
With which the soul will long,
Shall far out­pass the pow­er
Of hu­man tell­ing;
For none can guess its grace,
Till he be­come the place
Wherein the Ho­ly Spir­it
Makes His dwell­ing.

Bi­an­co of Si­ena (?–1434)

Sunday
Sep072025

Sunday Hymn: All People That on Earth Do Dwell

 

 

All peo­ple that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheer­ful voice.
Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell;
Come ye be­fore Him and re­joice.

The Lord, ye know, is God in­deed;
Without our aid He did us make;
We are His folk, He doth us feed,
And for His sheep He doth us take.

O en­ter then His gates with praise;
Approach with joy His courts un­to;
Praise, laud, and bless His name al­ways,
For it is seem­ly so to do.

For why? the Lord our God is good;
His mer­cy is for ev­er sure;
His truth at all times firm­ly stood,
And shall from age to age en­dure.

To Fa­ther, Son and Ho­ly Ghost,
The God whom Heav­en and earth ad­ore,
From men and from the an­gel host
Be praise and glo­ry ev­er­more.

—Willi­am Kethe, 16th century