"Salvation is of the LORD." -Jonah 2:9

My soul, abandon to the King! In trusting Him I find a rest; And prove again that wondrous truth, That He alone is surely best! Give up, give up, all earthly help; And cling no more to arms of flesh. Each day shall bring His faithful help, Reveal His mercies ever fresh. Be gone all confidence in self. Release all life's most trusted cords; And find all strength in Christ alone, The comfort that His blood affords. Let conscience rest in sweet repose. Let fears and worries disappear. Such things can never spoil the joy, When to the Savior we are near. Though circumstance should bring a cloud; And sin within, my Sabbath break, Safe in His hand I will remain, Kept by God's grace for Jesus' sake! 88.88, Words by Gary Shepard

"Therefore it is of faith, that it might be by grace." -Romans 4:16 [KJV] Of faith we read expressly that "it is the gift of God." This is the grand master-grace of the soul; it is the grand wheel which moves every other wheel in the heart; it is the eye, the ear, the hand of the new man of grace. Only so far as we have faith, and the Lord draws out this faith in exercise, have we any true spiritual feeling. But what makes me prize the gift of faith? It is knowing so much and so painfully the inbeing and inworking of unbelief. Is not this the case naturally? What makes me prize health? It is having a poor, weakly tabernacle. What makes me prize rest? Fatigue. What makes me prize ease? It is pain. What makes me prize food? It is hunger. What makes me prize the cup of cold water? It is thirst. By these feelings, I not only know the reality by the want of it, but also enjoy the blessing when communicated. It is just so spiritually, as naturally. What