For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways.
Psalm 91:11
For He, the Lord of heavens high and vast, Commands His angels, radiant and fleet, To shield thy steps where mortal paths are cast, And guard thy soul through storm and calm replete.
Wherever thou dost wander, near or far, Their wings unseen enfold thee in their care, A silent host beneath the morning star, To lift thee up from peril’s hidden snare.
No shadow deep, no arrow swift by day, Shall pierce the armor of their holy might, For in His will they watch, they guide, they stay, A fortress wrought of everlasting light.
So tread thy road with heart both bold and free, His messengers of grace abide with thee.
No greater gift, no blessing so divine, At Christmas tide or any sacred hour, Than this: that Jesus Christ, enthroned, does shine, And dwells within our hearts with majestic power.
But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us, even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ, (by grace ye are saved;) and hath raised us up together, and made us sit together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus: that in the ages to come he might shew the exceeding riches of his grace in his kindness toward us through Christ Jesus. For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: not of works, lest any man should boast. For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.
Ephesians 2:4-11 (KJV)
A marvelous mercy, unending, divine, Majestic flows from Christ, our Savior-King, His tender streams, a boundless, sacred vine, O’erflow where faith and penitence take wing. No scheming tide, no hidden will restrains, But lavish love pours forth in boundless grace, Forgiveness gleams through mercy’s sweet refrains, Irrevocable once His gift we trace.
To Jesus run, El Rachum, Mercy’s Name, Compassion’s God, whose heart redeems the lost, His gentle gaze ignites salvation’s flame, A glow that crowns the soul at mercy’s cost. By this alone—His love, His truth, His care— We step into His royal realm of light, A kingdom vast, eternal, rich, and rare, Where grace enthrones the humble in His sight.
Let all reborn in spirit’s holy birth, Revel beneath His mercy seat sublime, An imperial throne of splendor on this earth, Where He adores, welcomes, through endless time. His mercy falls, a shield, a victor’s song, Our comfort weaves through every fleeting breath, Triumph and strength where weary hearts belong, In Christ, the Word, who conquers sin and death.
What Savior this, who justifies our plea, Sanctifies, atones, with Heaven’s golden key, King of Kings, whose mercy sets us free, Our Lord of Lords, our joy eternally!
May the treasure that stirs our soul’s delight, Be the wealth we lavish in the skies, A gleaming hoard beyond all earthly sight, Stored rich in Heaven where true bounty lies. Let this alone—our eternal gain— Mark the measure of our fleeting days, Our hearts aligned to Christ’s unending reign, The only prize worth all our earthly praise.
With grace, a river carved by Heaven’s hand, And growth, a vine that climbs through sacred sod, New vistas bloom, Christ-gifted, mercy-grand, Perspectives bathed in love from throne of God.
Salvation storms through Christ, our mighty Lord, A lavish gift, exorbitant and rare, Exquisite flame, sin’s darkened veil restored, To souls once lost, now blameless, bright, and fair! From filth to triumph, born anew we rise, Victorious heirs, with royal blood infused, Joint kin with Jesus, strength that never dies, Our Holy Rock, divine, unbowed, unloosed!
Passionately Pursuing Christ 