"THY sanguine sweat, thou trembled yet, embraced His will, at last!"There is truly no better use of language than to exalt God and His great price paid for our souls. I am lamenting my oft wrong use of this language that we inherited. I pray for cleansing of my tongue and wrestle my tongue into submission until that day when it will be cleansed eternally. I am thankful for the many smacks in the mouth received from considerate parents and grands to teach me that one day you will give an account for that injudicious speech. They were aware when I wasn't. I think our extended family concentrated on words more than any that I have seen. Not better speech but thoughtful of speech was the challenge. Families like these keep our language alive into the future. Latin was used when Jesus was crucified and that might be why it is dead. Words that were used in the crucifixion should never be used in public again. Lord, keep us aware of exalting You in our words. Justifying the use of words at all, by showing that God's glory is the best and most exalted theme is my prayer. Thank God for all of the English teachers who taught me to search out for words and better grammar. Bless us to be redeemed in our speech, Lord, Amen.
My sins, my sins, my Savior! They take such hold on me, I am not able to look up, Save only, Christ, on Thee; In Thee is all forgiveness, In Thee abundant grace, My shadow and my sunshine The brightness of Thy face.My sins, my sins, my Savior! How sad on Thee they fall; Seen through Thy gentle patience, I tenfold feel them all; I know they are forgiven, But still, their pain to me Is all the grief and anguish They laid, my Lord, on Thee.
My sins, my sins, my Savior! Their guilt I never knew Till with Thee in the desert I near Thy passion drew; Till with Thee in the garden I heard Thy pleading prayer, And saw the sweat-drops bloody That told Thy sorrow there.Therefore my songs, my Savior, E’en in this time of woe, Shall tell of all Thy goodness To suff’ring man below; Thy goodness and Thy favor, Whose presence from above Rejoice those hearts, my Savior, That live in Thee and love.
Words and Music: John Monsell, 1863. Source: My Sins, My Sins, My Savior.