Treasure in Earthen Vessels (2 Corinthians 4)

Dean Stevenson
Sunday, 5 April, 2020 - 18:00

Count your blessings

God is Here

Will Your Anchor Hold

He Who Would Valiant-Be


Count Your Blessings (J. Oatman)

When upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed,
When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.

Count your blessings, name them one by one,
Count your blessings, see what God hath done,
Count your blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.

Are you ever burdened with a load of care?
Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly,
And you will be singing as the days go by.

When you look at others with their lands and gold,
Think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold,
Count your many blessings, money cannot buy
Your reward in heaven, nor your home on high.

So amid the conflict, whether great or small,
Do not be discouraged, God is over all,
Count your many blessings, angels will attend,
Help and comfort give you to your journey’s end.


God is Here (J. Black)

God is here, and that to bless us
With the Spirit’s quick’ning power;
See the cloud already bending,
Waits to drop the grateful shower.

Let it come, O Lord we pray Thee,
Let the shower of blessing fall;
We are waiting, we are waiting,
O revive the hearts of all.

God is here! We feel His presence
In this consecrated place;
But we need the soul refreshing
Of His free unbounded grace.

God is here! Oh, then, believing,
Bring to Him our one desire;
That His love may now be kindled,
Til its flame each heart inspire.

Saviour, grant the prayer we offer,
While in simple faith we bow,
From the windows of Thy mercy
Pour on us a blessing now.   


Will your Anchor Hold? (P. Owens)

Will your anchor hold in the storms of life?
When the clouds unfold their wings of strife:
When the strong tides lift and the cables strain,
Will your anchor drift or firm remain?

We have an anchor that keeps the soul
Steadfast and sure while the billows role;
Fastened to the rock which cannot move,
Grounded firm and deep in the Saviour’s love!

It is safely moored, ‘twill the storm withstand,
For ‘tis well secured by the Saviour’s hand;
And the cables, passed from His heart to mine,
Can defy the blast, through strength divine.

It will firmly hold in the straits of fear
When the breakers have told the reef is near,
Though the tempest rave, and the wild winds blow,
Not an angry wave shall our bark o’erflow.

It will surely hold in the floods of death,
When the waters cold chill our latest breath!
On the rising tide it can never fail,
While our hopes abide within the veil!

When our behold behold, through the gathering night
The city of gold, our harbour bright,
We shall anchor fast by the heavenly shore,
With the storms all past for ever more!       


He who would valiant be (P. Dearmer afer J. Bunyan)

He who would valiant be
Gainst all disaster,
Let him in constancy
Follow the Master.
There’s no discouragement
Shall make him once relent
His first avowed intent
To be a pilgrim.

Who so beset him round
With dismal stories,
Do but themselves confound -
His strength the more is.
No foe shall stay his might,
Though he with giants fight:
He will make good his right
To be a pilgrim.

Since, Lord, Thou dost defend
Us with Thy Spirit,
We know we at the end
Shall life inherit.
Then fancies flee away!
I’ll fear not what men say,
I’ll labour night and day
To be a pilgrim.