Hymn/Poem: Jehovah Our Righteousness

“In his days Judah shall be saved, and Israel shall dwell safely: and this is his name whereby he shall be called, THE LORD OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS.” Jeremiah 23:6
– John Newton, Olney Hymns, #67 (1855 printing by Nelson and Sons, New York, page 82; found on Google Books).

My God, how perfect are thy ways!
But mine polluted are;
Sin twines itself about my praise,
And slides into my prayer.

When I would speak what Thou has done
To save me from my sin,
I cannot make thy mercies known,
But self-applause creeps in.

Divine desire, that holy flame,
Thy grace creates in me;
Alas! impatience is its name,
When it returns to Thee.

This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts,
How does it overflow!
While self upon the surface floats,
Still bubbling from below.

Let others in the gaudy dress
Of fancied merit shine,
The Lord shall be my righteousness,
The Lord forever mine.

Hymn/Poem: Count Your Many Blessings

Rev. J Oatman, Jr. (Copyright 1897 E.O. Excell). Words taken from Great Revival Hymns for the Church, Sunday School and Evangelistic Services, edited and compiled by Homer Rodeheaver and B.D. Ackley (Chicago: Rodeheaver Co., 1911), no. 92; available on Google Books. Listen to the hymn and learn more on NetHymnal.

When upon life’s billows you are tempest-tossed,
When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.

Count your blessings,
Name them one by one;
Count your blessings,
See what God hath done;
Count your blessings,
Name them one by one;
Count your many blessings,
See what God hath done.

Are you ever burdened with a load of care?
Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
Count your many blessings, ev’ry doubt will fly,
And you will be singing as the days go by.

When you look at others with their lands and gold,
Think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold;
Count your many blessings, money can not buy
Your reward in heaven, nor your home on high.

So, amid the conflict, whether great or small,
Do not be discouraged, God is over all;
Count your many blessings, angels will attend,
Help and comfort give you to your journey’s end.

Hymn/Poem: O Lord, Thy Perfect Word

Father of mercies! in thy word,
What endless glory shines!
For ever be thy name adored,
For these celestial lines.

Here, the Redeemer’s welcome voice
Spreads heavenly peace around;
And life, and everlasting joys
Attend the blissful sound.

Oh! may these heavenly pages be
My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light.
Divine Instructor, gracious Lord!

– By Anne Steele, 1760. Found in Edwin Francis Hatfield, The Church Hymn Book: For the Worship of God (NP: A. B. Kidder’s Typography, 1872), p. 220, #358. Viewable online at Google Books.