a meditation on ephesians 2:10
For Thou, O Lord, my shield and hiding place,
Have not to us Thy unsurpassed love,
Thy great compassion, or Thy matchless grace
Given to keep unto ourselves! Oh Dove
That guidest us unto the desert lands
To bring the living water of the Word,
Give animation to our feeble hands
And feet to bear this news that we have heard.
For faith alone has saved us, but unto
The works that Thou has destined for Thine own
To do, the fruit of dead lives now made new,
The graces that have fallen from Thy throne.
From Thee all good things come, to Thee they go,
Because both seed and fruit from Thee we know.