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
Jul142024

Sunday Hymn: He Leadeth Me

 

 

 

He lead­eth me, O bless­èd thought!
O words with heav’n­ly com­fort fraught!
Whate’er I do, whe­re’er I be
Still ’tis God’s hand that lead­eth me.

Refrain

He lead­eth me, He lead­eth me,
By His own hand He lead­eth me;
His faith­ful fol­low­er I would be,
For by His hand He lead­eth me.

Sometimes mid scenes of deep­est gloom,
Sometimes where Ed­en’s bow­ers bloom,
By wa­ters still, ov­er trou­bled sea,
Still ’tis His hand that lead­eth me.

Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,
Nor ever mur­mur nor re­pine;
Content, what­ev­er lot I see,
Since ’tis my God that lead­eth me.

And when my task on earth is done,
When by Thy grace the vic­to­ry’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jor­dan lead­eth me.


—Jo­seph H. Gil­more

Sunday
Jul072024

Sunday Hymn: When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

 

 

 

 

When I sur­vey the won­drous cross
On which the Prince of glo­ry died,
My rich­est gain I count but loss,
And pour con­tempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sac­ri­fice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow min­gled down!
Did e’er such love and sor­row meet,
Or thorns com­pose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of na­ture mine,
That were a pre­sent far too small;
Love so am­az­ing, so di­vine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

—Isaac Watts

Sunday
Jun302024

Sunday's Hymn: Here Is Love

 

 

Here is love, vast as the ocean,
Lovingkindness as the flood,
When the Prince of Life, our ran­som,
Shed for us His pre­cious blood.
Who His love will not re­mem­ber?
Who can cease to sing His praise?
He can ne­ver be for­got­ten,
Throughout Heav’n’s eter­nal days.

On the mount of cru­ci­fix­ion,
Fountains op­ened deep and wide;
Through the flood­gates of God’s mer­cy
Flowed a vast and gra­cious tide.
Grace and love, like mig­hty ri­vers,
Poured in­cess­ant from above,
And Heav’n’s peace and per­fect jus­tice
Kissed a guil­ty world in love.

Let me all Thy love ac­cept­ing,
Love Thee, ev­er all my days;
Let me seek Thy king­dom on­ly
And my life be to Thy praise;
Thou alone shalt be my glo­ry,
Nothing in the world I see.
Thou hast cleansed and sanc­ti­fied me,
Thou Thy­self hast set me free.

In Thy truth Thou dost di­rect me
By Thy Spir­it through Thy Word;
And Thy grace my need is meet­ing,
As I trust in Thee, my Lord.
Of Thy full­ness Thou art pour­ing
Thy great love and pow­er on me,
Without mea­sure, full and bound­less,
Drawing out my heart to Thee.

—William Rees