A hymn melody came to me this morning, when I pondered the opening words of Ephesians 2:8, For by grace are you saved through faith. And, so these words, for a new song (Psalms 96:1; Ephesians 5:18-20)
His mercies go before me,
his good will to arrange.
Just how the steward and sovereignty
accomplish, God’s to say.
We know our humble part,
How faith is seed to make
us see the Kingdom of the Christ
whose mercy meets our praise.
His mercies go before me
our trust need never lag,
for gift is good as Giver gives
and his, a treasure, stays
as testament to cleave
to me as Wisdom’s way,
heart and thoughts laid at his feet,
thus instruments of grace.*
[the rest added per Jonjovi’s idea below]
”First love” comes by grace first,**
from Christ who calls to save.
The opened gift pours forth works;
submission such craft craves.
Where does our faith find birth,
that good grows in our wake?
His mercies, so before me, planned:
Edited by Ragamuffin_John