Word of the Father By Rev. A.W. Tozer

 

 

Word of the Father! Light of Light;
  Eternal praise is Thine alone;
Strong in Thy uncreated might,
  Sweet with a fragrance of Thine own.
The dark beginnings of creation
  Had their first rise and spring in Thee;
The universe Thy habitation,
  Which art and evermore shalt be.
Word of the Father!

Word of the Father! Truly God,
  And truly man by incarnation,
Born to endure the thorns, the rod,
  The shameful cross, for our salvation.
Our sins, our woes come all before us.
  We have no friend—no friend but Thee;
Oh, spread Thy sheltering mantle o'er us,
  And speak our mourning spirits free,
Word of the Father!

Word of the Father, hear our prayer,
  Send far the evil tempter from us,
And make our souls Thy tender care
  Lest sin and Satan overcome us.
O conquering Christ, deep hell despairing
  Shall bow and own Thy right to reign
When Thou, with joy beyond comparing,
  Shall bring Thy ransomed ones again.
Word of the Father!

Lyle Dorsett, A Passion for God: The Spiritual Journey of a. W. Tozer (Chicago, IL: Moody Publishers, 2008).

The Hand on Moody’s Head

 

I remember when I was a boy I went several miles from home with an older brother. That seemed to me the longest visit of my life. It seemed that I was then further away from home than I had ever been before, or have ever been since. While we were walking down the street we saw an old man coming toward us, and my brother said, “There is a man that will give you a cent. He gives every new boy that comes into this town a cent.” That was my first visit to the town, and when the old man got opposite to us he looked around, and my brother not wishing me to lose the cent, and to remind the old man that I had not received it, told him that I was a new boy in the town. The old man, taking off my hat, placed his trembling hand on my head, and told me I had a Father in heaven. It was a kind, simple act, but I feel the pressure of the old man’s hand upon my head to-day. You don’t know how much you may do by just speaking kindly.

D. L. Moody, D. L. Moody’s Child Stories Related by Him in His Revival Work, ed. J. B. McClure (Chicago: Rhodes & McClure, 1877), 72.

My Advocate

I sinned. And straightway, post-haste Satan flew

Before the presence of the Most High God,

And made a railing accusation there.

He said, “This soul, this thing of clay and sod

Has sinned. ‘Tis true that he has named Thy name,

But I demand his death, for Thou hast said,

‘The soul that sinneth, it shall die!’ Shall not

Thy sentence be fulfilled? Is Justice dead'

Send now this wretched sinner to his doom.

What other thing can righteous ruler do?”

And thus he did accuse me day and night,

And every word he spoke, O God, was true!

Then quickly One rose up from God’s right hand,

Before Whose glory angels veiled their eyes.

He spoke, “Each jot and tittle of the law

Must be fulfilled: the guilty sinner dies!

But wait. Suppose his guilt were all transferred

To ME and that I paid his penalty!

Behold My hands, My side, My feet! One day

I was made sin for him, and died that he

Might be presented faultless, at Thy throne!”

And Satan fled away. Full well he knew 

That he could not prevail against such love,

For every word my dear Lord spoke was true!

Martha Snell Nicholson, Treasures, (Moody Press, Moody Bible Institute of Chicago, 1952)

“ON THE CACKLING OF A HEN” By John Bunyan

 

ON THE CACKLING OF A HEN

  The hen, so soon as she an egg doth lay,
  (Spreads the fame of her doing what she may.)
  About the yard she cackling now doth go,
  To tell what ‘twas she at her nest did do.
  Just thus it is with some professing men,
  If they do ought that good is, like our hen
  They can but cackle on’t where e’er they go,
  What their right hand doth their left hand must know.

 

John Bunyan, vol. 3, A Book for Boys and Girls (Bellingham, WA: Logos Bible Software, 2006), 760.