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.
O what glad and joyous greetings rise, When in prayer we seek our Savior’s face, To speak, to ponder, plead beneath His skies, To grieve, repent, and bask in boundless grace. To worship, learn His holy, tender ways, To dwell within His presence, unmatched, divine— O what jubilant welcome crowns our days, When Christ, our Lord, bids us to intertwine! A privilege rare, a blessing deep and sweet, This joy of prayer, where mortal meets the King, In fellowship with Him, our hearts replete, His glorious love makes every soul take wing.
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!
Each soul claimed for Jesus Christ, our Lord, Strikes a fatal wound to darkness’ reign, A piercing blow, the enemy abhorred, Falls broken ‘neath the Savior’s holy gain. Let passion blaze to throng Heaven’s gate, The gospel’s trumpet sound through every land, Christ’s name exalted ere the hour grows late, As prophecy unfurls by God’s own hand.
Maranatha! O Lord, in swiftness come! Till then, as royal heralds of Your throne, We wield the faith that renders evil numb, Bold voices raised where hope and joy have grown. Victorious, we stand, Your ambassadors true, Proclaiming light, our triumph’s ceaseless call, For every heart won makes Heaven anew, Till Jesus reigns, the King above it all.
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.
Another dawn, a treasure chest unlatched, To hunt and seize the blessings veiled and bold, Gifts that gleam, both seen and spirit-snatched, From our Triune God, majestic, lavish, gold!
May we stride through days, our lives aflame, Beloved, prized, in Heaven’s heart engraved, Adored, unique, beyond all price or name, Royal heirs, by Christ’s own blood remade! Exquisite works, His chisel’s sacred art, Masterpieces forged in Jesus’ boundless might, We march as His, redeemed to never part, Crowned by love, ablaze with holy light!
Earth and all its gleam will crumble, fade, A fleeting mist, a whisper swept astray. Yet Heaven stands, our true and timeless glade, A city vast, of worth no scale can weigh! Its roots dive deep, unshaken, star-forged stone, No force can rend its walls of cosmic might, May we chase this realm, eternal, brightly shone, A glorious throne, indestructible, alight.
Our treasures gleam beyond this mortal crust, Not bound to clay that cracks beneath the sun, The pearl of price, outshining earthly dust, Salvation’s spark—divinely, holy won! A birth anew, through Heaven’s boundless gate, Our truest hoard, where Christ forever reigns, Live for that city, grand, inviolate, Where endless joy in sacred light sustains!
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
Lamentations 3: 22-23 (KJV)
O Savior’s grace, a golden tide unfurls, Glorious, generous, fresh with every dawn, A mercy gleams, like sunrise strung with pearls, Cross-won, it gifts what flesh could ne’er have drawn. Hope springs alive, unquenched, beyond our grasp, Love stands firm, a fortress none can breach— Perpetual, unshaken, ironclad clasp, Imperishable light in endless reach.
This mercy shines, a diamond forged in skies, No fiend can mar its gleam or crack its core, A shimmering shield where demonic shadows die, Its brilliance holds, unyielding evermore. Rejoice, redeemed, as morn unveils its hue, A kaleidoscope of regal colors streams, God’s Triune mercy drapes us, rich and new, A heavenly veil stitched with celestial beams.