Praise Him Praise Hymn


Yesterday I enjoyed the sheer delight of being a guest 

at the beautiful home of someone who was a friend,

mainly online, as we connected through mutual loves and interests.

As she took myself and two more guests on a tour through her home, 

filled with so many loving and thoughtful touches that spoke 

so completely to my domestic, love-of-old-things soul…

I felt a little like I was in heaven-on-earth…so happy!

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The loving hospitality of the hostess

And the face-to-face fellowship of friends was the crowning joy.

Now she is a friend, beyond a computer-screen connection💖

can be a guest of sorts in her beautiful home!)

Yesterday’s comfortable visit contrasts sharply with

the love spoken of in my Scripture reading today-Isa. 53;

the ending of that chapter steals my breath every time!!

(and makes me weep for joy to think through Christ alone

my hope, my home in heaven with Him has been secured!)

Yet it pleased the Lord to [q]bruise Him;

He has put Him to grief.

When You make His soul an offering for sin,

He shall see His seed, He shall prolong His days,

And the pleasure of the Lord shall prosper in His hand.

11 [r]He shall see the labor of His soul, and be satisfied.

By His knowledge My righteous Servant shall justify many,

For He shall bear their iniquities.

12 Therefore I will divide Him a portion with the great,

And He shall divide the [s]spoil with the strong,

Because He poured out His soul unto death,

And He was numbered with the transgressors,

And He bore the sin of many,

And made intercession for the transgressors.

With whatever fills our day, hands, arms, let’s praise Him!!

because someday, because of Calvary, all believers

will enjoy face to face fellowship with Him,

Praise He, whose relentless goodness is enough to satisfy

He whose tender, loving kindness never dwindles its supply

He whose judgments, just and righteous, ever point to Calvary

He whose agony delights us with the hope that sets us free

Praise the Author of salvation with a broom, a spade, a cart

Praise the Father of creation with a glad and humbled heart

Praise Him for His Word that never lies and never leads astray

He who moves faith’s prayers through frontlines that no enemy can stay

Praise The One who never gives us more than He can help us bear

He whose faithfulness delivers us from evil’s cunning snare

Praise Him with a limp, a stumble, with a flying leap of faith

With croak or voice of an angel, Praise the Lord with every breath

Praise Him in the thick of labor with motives of love alone

Love for God first, then our neighbor, love that makes Satan’s ranks groan

Praise He who, scorned and rejected by His own, disowned, despised

Bore death to be resurrected; for our peace He was chastised

Praise Him with devotion’s stutters; who can worship’s wonder spell?

He who draws us from sin’s gutters and saves us from death and hell

Never leaves us or forsakes us; He, well-versed with grief and loss

For His righteous pleasure breaks us in the shadow of the cross/into the shape of the cross

Breaks the pride that authors error, for the sake of faith’s increase

Takes the fear that authors terror that salvation turns to peace

Then wherever, with whatever tool of trade we wage and wield

Praise the Lord, now and forever, for by His stripes we are healed

© Janet Martin


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