Lovely Words Must Be Shared.

I love old things.
Especially old books.
And I happened upon a treasure while perusing Eastown Antiques when I was home a few weeks ago. Near the jewelery cases, a row of books was stacked inconspicuously along the back wall. Their pretty flower covered spines caught my eye. Upon closer inspection I noticed one was had gold embossing while the others were pink and green. The title read, "Jesus Only". Curious I picked it up and found a series of daily readings-verse, quote, verse pattern. I love it. And if you love something you have the compulsion to share it. And so, that is just what I plan to do.

27.8
There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit. Rom. 8:1

Know, my soul! thy full salvation;
Rise o're sin, and fear, and care,
Joy to find, in every station,
Something still to do or bear;
Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
Think what Father's smiles are thine;
Think that Jesus died to win thee;
Child of Heaven! canst thou repine?
MONTGOMERY

I will cry unto God most high; unto God that performeth all things for me. Psa. 57:2

September.

...Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on thee:
Leave, O leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me;
All my trust on thee is stayed,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of thy wing!

Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name,
I am all unrighteousness;
False and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up with my heart,
Rise to all eternity.
CHARLES WESLEY

1.9
Now to the Lord a noble song;
Awake, my soul! awake, my tongue!
Hosanna to the eternal name
And all his boundless love proclaim.

See where it shines in Jesus' face,
The brightest image of his grace.
God in person of his Son
Hath all his mightiest works outdone.
WATTS

4.9
O gentle One, on Mary's breast,
Our want and pain were cradled there;
Thy heart with grief like ours oppressed
Hath borne for us life's cross and care;
Thy dwelling in our feeble frame
Hath given thee a Brother's name.
H.M.J.