With joy the chorus we’ll repeat
‘Glory to God on high!
Good-will and peace are now complete —
Jesus was born to die.’
—A. Campbell’s hymnal, Psalm 5
I’ve used similar phrasing as the last line in the above stanza. What a wonderful truth it is, even though it sounds shocking.
By Frances Brook
My goal is God Himself, not joy, nor peace,
Nor even blessing, but Himself, my God;
’Tis His to lead me there—not mine, but His—
At any cost, dear Lord, by any road.
So faith bounds forward to its goal in God,
And love can trust her Lord to lead her there;
Upheld by Him, my soul is following hard
Till God hath full fulfilled my deepest prayer.
No matter if the way be sometimes dark,
No matter though the cost be oft-times great,
He knoweth how I best shall reach the mark,
The way that leads to Him must needs be strait.
One thing I know, I cannot say Him nay;
One thing I do, I press towards my Lord;
My God my glory here, from day to day,
And in the glory there my great Reward.
I hear a song in this. The second quatrain sounds like a refrain to me.
Th’ eternal God is ever good
And full of grace and mercy’s gift;
He gives to all both drink and food,
God speaks and acts with justice swift.
One God is he, none other is,
The Lord is one, from heaven rules,
No one can do what our Lord does.
All others are the gods of fools.
He lived on earth, and died for sin,
One perfect life for wayward man;
In him we can again begin,
This is the Lord’s ambitious plan.