Of the Father’s Love Begotten
“Now at the end of my life, my sinful soul rids itself of folly. At least with its voice, if it is no longer able with its works, it lifts up its praise to God.”
February 17, 2025
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“Now at the end of my life, my sinful soul rids itself of folly. At least with its voice, if it is no longer able with its works, it lifts up its praise to God.”
This flow’r, whose fragrance tender
With sweetness fills the air,
Dispels with glorious splendor
The darkness ev’rywhere.
True man, yet very God,
From sin and death he saves us
And lightens ev’ry load.
The sinful flesh doesn’t sing this hymn. The sinful flesh doesn’t sing any hymn. But the new man sings, “Lord, Thee I love with all my heart,” and he means it.