Griffiths: Must I face the stormy river?
Blessed is he
whose transgressions are forgiven,
whose sins are covered.
Blessed is the man
whose sin the LORD does not count against him
and in whose spirit is no deceit.
—Psalm 32:1-2 (NIV)
Must I face the stormy river?
There is One to break its flood—
Christ, my great High-priest and faithful,
Christ, my all-sufficient good:
Through His blood shall come the triumph
Over death and hell to me;
And I shall be in His likeness,
Sinless through eternity.
Disembodied of all evil,
I shall pierce with earnest eyes
Into Calvary’s deep wonders,
And its infinite surprise:
The Invisible beholding,
Who is living and was dead;
In a pure, unbroken union
With the ever-living Head.
From salvation’s highest fountains,
Oh, to drink with each new day!
Till my thirst for earthly pleasures
Has completely passed away:
Waiting always for my Master,
Quick to answer to His call;
Then to hold the door wide open,
And enjoy Him, all in all.
... Ann Griffiths (1776-1805), in Sweet Singers of Wales: a story of Welsh hymns and their authors, Howell Elvet Lewis, London: Religious Tract Society, 1889, p. 66-67 (see the book)
See also Ps. 32:1-2; Isa. 1:18; 43:25; Rom. 4:6-8; 5:11; Heb. 2:17; 4:15; 1 John 3:2
Quiet time reflection:
Lord, I long to see You.
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