Tried With Fire

In the day when silent sorrow Seems to shake me to the core Then I hear the heavenly comfort, "You will weep no more." God Himself will dry your tears God Himself will soothe your fears In the day when earthly weakness Weighs your weary spirit down All around you seems a burden All above you seems a frown God Himself will dry your tears God Himself will soothe your fears In the day when sin oppresses And the battle rages strong When the victory seems doubtful Or triumphant seems the wrong God Himself will dry your tears God Himself will soothe your fears God Himself will dry your tears God Himself will soothe your fears Oh I hear the heavenly comfort, "You will weep no more." © 2016 Detuned Radio Music. Written by Matthew S. Smith, based in part on a text by Horatius Bonar.

I journey forth rejoicing From this dark vale of tears To heavenly joy and freedom From earthly bonds and fears Where Christ our Lord shall gather All His redeemed again, His kingdom to inherit-- Goodnight, goodnight till then Why thus so sadly weeping Beloved ones of my heart? The Lord is good and gracious Though now He bids us part Oft have we met in gladness And we shall meet again All sorrow left behind us-- Goodnight, goodnight till then I go to see His glory Whom we have loved below I go, the blessed angels The holy saints to know. Our lovely ones departed I go to find again And wait for you to join us-- Goodnight, goodnight till then I hear the Savior calling-- The joyful hour has come The angel-guards are ready To guide me to our home Where Christ our Lord shall gather All His redeemed again, His kingdom to inherit-- Goodnight, goodnight till then

Though troubles assail and dangers affright, Though friends should all fail and foes all unite; Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide, The scripture assures us, the Lord will provide The birds without barn or storehouse are fed, From them let us learn to trust for our bread: His saints, what is fitting, shall ne'er be denied, So long as it's written, the Lord will provide We may, like the ships, by tempest be tossed On perilous deeps, but cannot be lost. Though Satan enrages the wind and the tide, The promise engages, the Lord will provide. His call we obey, like Abram of old, Not knowing our way, but faith makes us bold; For though we are strangers we have a good Guide, And trust in all dangers, the Lord will provide When Satan appears to stop up our path, And fill us with fears, we triumph by faith; He cannot take from us, though oft he has tried, This heart-cheering promise, the Lord will provide He tells us we're weak, our hope is in vain, The good that we seek we ...

From All I Owe by Matthew Smith, words by John Newton.

Congratulations to Ray, providential winner of Night of Weeping and Morning of Joy by Horatius Bonar and the Matthew Smith CD. Thanks to everyone who entered!

It's time for the last giveaway of 2012! I'll be giving away one copy of Night of Weeping and Morning of Joy by Horatius Bonar, the 19th century Scottish theologian.  In  Night of Weeping ,  Bonar deals with suffering in the life of the believer. He writes from the perspective that this is the family badge of the people of God. But rather than being punitive in nature, our Heavenly Father deals with us in love and faithfulness. "He is too faithful a Father to suffer sin in his children unreproved."  1 In  Morning of Joy , Bonar writes of the consolation we find in the hope of spending eternity with the Lord: "Beyond the death-bed and beyond the grave, she (the church) sees resurrection. Beyond the broken hearts and severed bands of time, she realizes and clasps the eternal love-links; beyond the troubles of the hour, and beyond the storm that is to wreck the world, she casts her eye, and feels as if transported into the kingdom that cannot be moved, as...

From Watch the Rising Day ~ Matthew Smith

All I Owe Words by Robert Murray McCheyne and Matthew Smith Music by Matthew Smith © 2002 detuned radio music (ASCAP) When this passing world is done, When has sunk yon glaring sun, When we stand with Christ in glory, Looking o'er life's finished story, Then, Lord, shall I fully know, Not till then, how much I owe. All I owe you paid for me From all I owe I’ve been set free And all I owe proves your great mercy to me When I stand before your throne, Dressed in beauty not my own, When I see you as you are Love you with unsinning heart, Then, Lord, shall I fully know, Not till then, how much I owe. All I owe you paid for me From all I owe I’ve been set free And all I owe proves your great mercy to me Chosen not for good in me, Wakened up from wrath to flee, Hidden in the Savior's side, By the Spirit sanctified, Teach me, Lord, on earth to show, By my love, how much I owe. All I owe you paid for me From all I owe I’ve been set free And all I owe proves your great mercy to me