Today’s devotional is a poem by Charles Wesley which commemorates the time he first sought the Lord and can help you as you seek Him. Think on it carefully and learn from it well. God bless you.
Because of Calvary,
Psalm 121:1-8 (ESV)
1 I lift up my eyes to the hills.
From where does my help come?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
who made heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot be moved;
he who keeps you will not slumber.
4 Behold, he who keeps Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The Lord is your keeper;
the Lord is your shade on your right hand.
6 The sun shall not strike you by day,
nor the moon by night.
7 The Lord will keep you from all evil;
he will keep your life.
8 The Lord will keep
your going out and your coming in
from this time forth and forevermore.
FATHER, I STRETCH MY HANDS TO THEE
“Father, I stretch my hands to Thee,
No other help I know;
If Thou withdraw Thyself from me,
Ah! Whither shall I go?
On Thy dear Son I now believe
O let me feel Thy power
And all my varied wants relieve
In this accepted hour.
Author of faith! to Thee I lift
My weary longing eyes
O let me now receive this gift
My soul without it dies.
Surely Thou canst not let me die;
O speak, and I shall live;
And here I will unwearied lie,
Till Thou Thy Spirit give.
How would my fainting soul rejoice
Could I but see Thy face
Now let me hear Thy quickening voice
And taste Thy pardoning grace.
I do believe, I now believe
That Jesus died for me.
And that He shed His precious blood
From sin to set me free.”