*Copyright(c)2002
O. Allen Bailey
*This material may be freely distributed, but shall not be altered in any way, or sold for profit.
.. "Come Ye Sinners"...
..Arr. by A. Bailey..

Who Hath Believed Our Report?
By O. Allen Bailey
www.olddesign.com
"… Who hath believed our report? and to whom is the arm of the LORD revealed?
For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.
He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not..." Isa 53:1-3.…"
8.7
Oh, Lord, we sometimes do wonder,
And seek an answer above;
When these awesome thoughts we ponder,
Are there many, knows Thy Love?
Not into Thy Purpose, searching,
But because of Thy Great Love;
And our hearts, in myst'ry reaching,
Till Thy Spirit, thus remove.
How in flesh could people know Him?,
Unless lighted from above;
Because nature's light is so dim,
Until lighted in His Love.
And to this day we find this truth;
Though the curious crowds still shove;
Thus they continue from their youth,
Not knowing the Power of Love.
He is the Light that did lighten,
All that's brought into His world;
- All that blood in Grace did whiten,
When their sins on Him was hurled.
He did come in His own Glory,
Which upon Him was bestowed;
He with His Great Oratory,
And there the Power of God He showed.
There His Spirit, to them calling,
"I came not, My Will to do;
But the Will of God is falling,
Because of His Love to you.”
Oh, His words, how sweet and shining,
When we're blessed, His voice to hear!
On His mercy, ever dining,
When His Love to us He bear.
Oh, how sweet is His appearing,
When He comes with us to stay;
On His breast, our sorrows bearing,
Till our sorrows flee away.
Like the Jews, we can't believe Him,
Till unbelief flees away;
Our faith is still so very slim,
For strength is as our day;
We're of so little faith, you see;
Yet, gives some to every one,
When His Power makes us believe,
And the work of faith is done.
Oh, Lord 'tis sweet to believe Thee,
And Thy kindness to explore;
O! Thy Love, to ever see Thee,
Where Thy Grace has kept in store.
*Copyright 2002
O. Allen Bailey
*This material may be freely copied and distributed, but shall not be altered or sold.


