Think on these things, our thoughts are heard in Heaven,
Think on God's Son, His life so pure He gave,
Oh, meditate upon His death and suffering
"This was for me, He died my soul to save."
Oh, do these things, there's joy, when we obey Him
There's rest of heart in yielding to His will,
Live for these things, our God is keeping "Israel."
We'll not be moved, draw nearer to Him still.
Add to these things, while life's short day is passing,
Lack not these things, be clothed with charity,
Love never fails; we'll not be idle, useless,
In Christ, the vine, our lives will fruitful be.
Go, tell these things, God's Son left all to tell them,
He spent His life, and others bade He go;
We thank our God, for those He sent to help us
That in this life, "these things" are ours to know.
-Freda Faber - February 22, 1957
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There's rest of heart in yielding to His will,
Live for these things, our God is keeping "Israel."
We'll not be moved, draw nearer to Him still.
Add to these things, while life's short day is passing,
Lack not these things, be clothed with charity,
Love never fails; we'll not be idle, useless,
In Christ, the vine, our lives will fruitful be.
Go, tell these things, God's Son left all to tell them,
He spent His life, and others bade He go;
We thank our God, for those He sent to help us
That in this life, "these things" are ours to know.
-Freda Faber - February 22, 1957
Sing to Tune: Only One Step
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