I am trust­ing Thee, Lord, Je­sus,
Trusting on­ly Thee;
Trusting Thee for full sal­va­tion,
Great and free.

I am trust­ing Thee for par­don;
At Thy feet I bow;
For Thy grace and ten­der mer­cy,
Trusting now.

I am trust­ing Thee for cleans­ing
In the crim­son flood;
Trusting Thee to make me ho­ly
By Thy blood.

I am trust­ing Thee to guide me;
Thou alone shalt lead;
Every day and hour sup­ply­ing
All my need.

I am trust­ing Thee for pow­er,
Thine can nev­er fail;
Words which Thou Thy­self shalt give me
Must pre­vail.

I am trust­ing Thee, Lord Je­sus;
Never let me fall;
I am trust­ing Thee for­ev­er,
And for all.

—Frances Ridley Havergal

• The text of the Nicene Creed with the filioque clause in italics:

We believe in one God,
      the Father almighty,
      maker of heaven and earth,
      of all things visible and invisible.

And in one Lord Jesus Christ,
      the only Son of God,
      begotten from the Father before all ages,
           God from God,
           Light from Light,
           true God from true God,
      begotten, not made;
      of the same essence as the Father.
      Through him all things were made.
      For us and for our salvation
           he came down from heaven;
           he became incarnate by the Holy Spirit and the virgin Mary,
           and was made human.
           He was crucified for us under Pontius Pilate;
           he suffered and was buried.
           The third day he rose again, according to the Scriptures.
           He ascended to heaven
           and is seated at the right hand of the Father.
           He will come again with glory
           to judge the living and the dead.
           His kingdom will never end.

And we believe in the Holy Spirit,
      the Lord, the giver of life.
      He proceeds from the Father [and the Son],
      and with the Father and the Son is worshiped and glorified.
      He spoke through the prophets.
      We believe in one holy catholic and apostolic church.
      We affirm one baptism for the forgiveness of sins.
      We look forward to the resurrection of the dead,
      and to life in the world to come. Amen.

• Scriptural evidence used to support the filioque clause:

But when the Helper comes, whom I will send to you from the Father, the Spirit of truth, who proceeds from the Father, he will bear witness about me (John 15:26 ESV).

• From Daily Doctrine by Kevin DeYoung, page 67-68:

The doctrine formulation approved at Nicaea—and the subsequent Nicene Creed (as we know it) adopted at the Council of Constantinople (381)—affirmed that the Holy Spirit “proceeds from the Father.” Later, as the Arians continued to reject the full deity of the Son, churches in the West began to confess that the Holy Spirit “proceeds from the Father and the Son.” In Latin, the phrase “and the Son” is one word: filioque. That new word was added to the Nicene Creed at the Council of Toledo (589) and has been accepted in the Western church—implicitly at first, and over time explicitly—ever since.

… .

Although John 15:26 says that the Spirit proceeds from the Father and does not mention procession from the Son, the latter truth is impled by the teaching in John 16 that whatever the Father has, the Son has as well.

Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my mo­ments and my days;
Let them flow in cease­less praise.
Take my hands, and let them move
At the im­pulse of Thy love.
Take my feet, and let them be
Swift and beau­ti­ful for Thee.

Take my voice, and let me sing
Always, on­ly, for my king.
Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with mes­sag­es from Thee.
Take my sil­ver and my gold;
Not a mite would I with­hold.
Take my in­tel­lect, and use
Every pow­er as Thou shalt choose.

Take my will, and make it Thine;
It shall be no long­er mine.
Take my heart, it is Thine own;
It shall be Thy roy­al throne.
Take my love, my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its trea­sure store.
Take my­self, and I will be
Ever, on­ly, all for Thee.

—Frances Ridley Havergal

Like a river glo­ri­ous, is God’s per­fect peace,
Over all vic­tor­ious, in its bright in­crease;
Perfect, yet it flow­eth, full­er ev­ery day,
Perfect, yet it grow­eth, deep­er all the way.

Refrain

Stayed up­on Je­ho­vah, hearts are ful­ly blest
Finding, as He pro­mised, per­fect peace and rest.

Hidden in the hol­low of His bless­èd hand,
Never foe can fol­low, nev­er trai­tor stand;
Not a surge of wor­ry, not a shade of care,
Not a blast of hur­ry touch the spir­it there.

Every joy or tri­al fall­eth from ab­ove,
Traced up­on our dial by the Sun of Love;
We may trust Him ful­ly all for us to do.
They who trust Him whol­ly find Him whol­ly true.

—Frances R. Havergal

• The tetragrammaton in scripture:

Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God, the LORD is one. You shall love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might.  (Deut. 6:4-5 ESV).

I am the LORD; that is my name; my glory I give to no other, nor my praise to carved idols (Isaiah 42:8 ESV).

• From Daily Doctrine by Kevin DeYoung, page 42:

The word Yahweh comes from the tetragrammaton YHWH, which occurs nearly seven thousand times in the Bible and is rendered in most English translations as “LORD” (in small capital letters).*

Although the name Yahweh was not unknown in the days of the patriarchs, we might say the official revelation of the name didn’t take place until the burning bush in Exodus 3:13-15. Moses asks God for his name in verse 13, and God responds in verse 14 by linking “the God of you fathers” with the name I Am Who I Am (ehyeh asher ehyeh). This name, in turn is connected to the covenant name, the LORD (yhwh), given in verse 15. Yahweh comes from the Hebrew verbal root hayah, meaning “to be,” the same word used in the previous verse (ehyeh asher ehyeh). Yahweh is the most important name for God in the Old Testament because it was God’s way of reminding his people, “I am your God. I have been your God. I will be your God. And I am the only God. This is what it means for me to be your God. I am the self-existent, transcendent, independent Great I Am. I am the Lord.”                     

There is a green hill far away,
Outside a ci­ty wall,
Where the dear Lord was cru­ci­fied,
Who died to save us all.

We may not know, we can­not tell,
What pains He had to bear;
But we be­lieve it was for us
He hung and suf­fered there.

He died that we might be for­giv’n,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to Heav’n,
Saved by His pre­cious blood.

There was no oth­er good enough
To pay the price of sin;
He on­ly could un­lock the gate
Of Hea­ven and let us in.

O dear­ly, dear­ly has He loved,
And we must love Him, too,
And trust in His re­deem­ing blood,
And try His works to do.

—Cecil F. Alexander

Refrain

All things bright and beau­ti­ful,
All crea­tures great and small,
All things wise and won­der­ful:
The Lord God made them all.

Each lit­tle flow­er that op­ens,
Each lit­tle bird that sings,
He made their glow­ing col­ors,
He made their ti­ny wings.

The pur­ple head­ed mount­ains,
The river run­ning by,
The sun­set and the morn­ing
That bright­ens up the sky.

The cold wind in the win­ter,
The plea­sant sum­mer sun,
The ripe fruits in the gar­den,
He made them ev­ery one.

The tall trees in the green­wood,
The mea­dows where we play,
The rush­es by the wa­ter,
To ga­ther ev­ery day.

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Al­migh­ty,
Who has made all things well.

—Cecil F. Alexander

And did the ho­ly and the just,
The So­ver­eign of the skies,
Stoop down to wretch­ed­ness and dust,
That guil­ty worms might rise?

Yes, the Re­deem­er left His throne,
His ra­di­ant throne on high,
(Surprising mer­cy! love un­known!)
To suf­fer, bleed and die.

He took the dy­ing trai­tor’s place,
And suf­fered in his stead;
For man (O mi­ra­cle of grace!),
For man the Sav­ior bled!

Dear Lord, what heav’n­ly won­ders dwell
In Thy aton­ing blood?
By this are sin­ners snatched from hell,
And re­bels brought to God.

Jesus, my soul, ador­ing, bends
To love so full, so free;
And may I hope that love ex­tends
Its sac­red pow­er to me?

What glad re­turn can I im­part,
For fa­vors so di­vine?
O take my all—this worth­less heart,
And make it on­ly Thine.

—Anne Steele

Thou lovely Source of true delight,
Whom I unseen adore!
Unvail thy beauties to my sight,
That I may love thee more.

Thy glory o’er creation shines;—
But in thy sacred word,
I read, in fairer, brighter lines,
My bleeding, dying Lord.

‘Tis here, whene’er my comforts droop,
And sin and sorrow rise,
Thy love, with cheering beams of hope,
My fainting heart supplies.

But ah! too soon the pleasing scene
Is clouded o’er with pain;
My gloomy fears rise dark between,
And I again complain.

Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light!
Oh, come with blissful ray;
Break radiant through the shades of night,
And chase my fears away.

Then shall my soul with rapture trace
The wonders of thy love:
But the full glories of thy face
Are only known above.

—Anne Steele

Come, wea­ry souls with sin dis­tressed,
The Sav­ior of­fers heav’n­ly rest;
The kind, the gra­cious call ob­ey,
And cast your gloomy fears away.

Oppressed with guilt, a pain­ful load,
O come, and spread your woes abroad;
Divine com­pass­ion, migh­ty love,
Will all the pain­ful load re­move.

Here mer­cy’s bound­less ocean flows
To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes;
Pardon, and life, and end­less peace—
How rich the gift! how free the grace!

Lord, we ac­cept with thank­ful heart,
The hope Thy gra­cious words im­part;
We come with trem­bling, but re­joice,
And bless the kind in­vit­ing voice.

Dear Sav­ior, let Thy pow­er­ful love
Confirm our faith, our fears re­move,
And sweet­ly in­flu­ence ev­ery beast,
And guide us to eter­nal rest.

—Anne Steele