This morning I am in church. The song written by Charles Wesley in 1739. Moved at the historic hope of God.
O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace!
My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of Thy name.
Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
’Tis music in the sinner’s ears,
’Tis life, and health, and peace.
He breaks the power of canceled sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood availed for me.
He speaks, and, listening to His voice,
New life the dead receive,
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.
Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Savior come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy.
In Christ your Head, you then shall know,
Shall feel your sins forgiven;
Anticipate your heaven below,
And own that love is heaven.
Verse 5 includes the words of my mouth and the mediation of my heart. I’m not healed. I’m not perfect. I am broken in some areas but healing in others. Grateful for God. Grateful for love. Grateful for the people in my life who care for my soul and who love like Jesus. Thankful that even now I can lean on God’s grace. I don’t even pretend to understand it.
“Jesus, the name that charms our fear . . . That bids our sorrows cease. . . Tis life and health and peace.”