my Exceeding Great Reward
"After these things the word of the LORD came unto Abram in a vision, saying, Fear not, Abram: I [am] thy shield, [and] thy exceeding great reward."
~Genesis 15:1
"And I heard as it were the voice of a great multitude, and as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of mighty thunderings, saying, Alleluia: for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth. Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honour to him: for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and his wife hath made herself ready."
~Revelation 19:6-7
Christ's blood in sordid death
On the Cross was shed for life;
The perfect beauty of our Lord, no less,
He yielded to purchase a worthy Wife.
Beloved Jesus, my King so fair,
From this dust unclean You raise
The blossom of love to You so near;
Your Name forever I shall praise.
~wilhelm 42
"I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus."
~Philippians 3:14
My goal is God Himself, not joy, nor peace,
Nor even blessing, but Himself, my God;
'Tis His to lead me there - not mine, but His—
At any cost, dear Lord, by any road.
~F. Brook
"...as he sat at meat, there came a woman having an alabaster box of ointment of spikenard very precious; and she brake the box, and poured [it] on his head."
~Mark 14:3
Thou art my Prize, my Great Reward;
On Thee all night and day
I wait alone, my Gracious Lord;
Thou art my Hope and Stay.
With Love's pure heart I truly cry
To Thee my Holy King;
My soul does groan with deepest sigh,
Thou art my Everything.
In faith fulfilled, with sight to see
Thy hidden Face on earth;
Within Thy Glory my soul shall breathe
To the Lamb His endless worth.
My heart I break, my love to pour
An offering of freewill;
My heart is Thine--I give it, Lord,
To my Great Reward, my Shield.
~wilhelm42
~Philippians 3:14
My goal is God Himself, not joy, nor peace,
Nor even blessing, but Himself, my God;
'Tis His to lead me there - not mine, but His—
At any cost, dear Lord, by any road.
~F. Brook
"...as he sat at meat, there came a woman having an alabaster box of ointment of spikenard very precious; and she brake the box, and poured [it] on his head."
~Mark 14:3
Thou art my Prize, my Great Reward;
On Thee all night and day
I wait alone, my Gracious Lord;
Thou art my Hope and Stay.
With Love's pure heart I truly cry
To Thee my Holy King;
My soul does groan with deepest sigh,
Thou art my Everything.
In faith fulfilled, with sight to see
Thy hidden Face on earth;
Within Thy Glory my soul shall breathe
To the Lamb His endless worth.
My heart I break, my love to pour
An offering of freewill;
My heart is Thine--I give it, Lord,
To my Great Reward, my Shield.
~wilhelm42
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