Here are a few pictures from family camp. We have lots of them so to start here are some from the water front!
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Game night
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Not What My Hands Have Done
There are quite a few pictures to share from Family Camp last week but I'm going to take a brief post to share a hymn that was sung at camp. It's sad that so many truly great hymns seem to get lost and this hymn - written by Scottish minister, Horatius Bonar - is probably one of those. There is such truth and comfort packed into these five stanzas.
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Not what my hands have done can save my guilty soul;
Not what my toiling flesh has borne can make my spirit whole.
Not what I feel or do can give me peace with God;
Not all my prayers and sighs and tears can bear my awful load.
Your voice alone, O Lord, can speak to me of grace;
Your power alone, O Son of God, can all my sin erase.
No other work but Yours, no other blood will do;
No strength but that which is divine can bear me safely through.
Thy work alone, O Christ, can ease this weight of sin;
Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God, can give me peace within.
Thy love to me, O God, not mine, O Lord, to Thee,
Can rid me of this dark unrest, And set my spirit free.
I bless the Christ of God; I rest on love divine;
And with unfaltering lip and heart I call this Savior mine.
His cross dispels each doubt; I bury in His tomb
Each thought of unbelief and fear, each lingering shade of gloom.
I praise the God of grace; I trust His truth and might;
He calls me His, I call Him mine, My God, my joy and light.
’Tis He Who saveth me, and freely pardon gives;
I love because He loveth me, I live because He lives.