Supplies From Heaven’s Throne

Michael E. Wood

December 1, 2011

I must confess that I grow weary

In this world of sin,

But Praise His Name, God uses this

To help me and depend

On Him alone, who Is my strength

And bids me seek His face

To know Him better by the power

Of  His Spirit’s grace,

Of which He promised and provides

Through Christ who did atone

For all my sins by precious blood

To make me all His own.

What more then could I ask for

But to make His glory known

And trust Him for the grace that He

Supplies from heaven’s throne.

For though I witness daily the

Great darkness of the lost,

Oh help me Father to uphold

The matchless, glorious cost

Of which You did determine

By the counsel of Your will

To redeem a remnant for

Your praise and shall fulfill.

And though You need not anything

Of which we can supply,

It is of Your good pleasure while

We breathe, that we might cry

Out as trumpets, as Your voice

Is heard in every land,

Rejoicing in the victory

You have wrought by Your right hand.

And when the day is ended

All the ransomed will then bless

Our God and Father, Jesus Christ

Who is our righteousness!