Isaiah 43:15

• [Isa 43:15] My Maker And My King

  My Maker and my King, To Thee my all I owe; Thy sovereign bounty is the spring Whence all my blessings flow; Thy sovereign bounty is the spring Whence all my blessings flow. The creature of Thy hand, On Thee alone I live; My God, Thy benefits demand More praise than I can give. My God, Thy benefits demand More praise than I can give. Lord, what can I impart When all is Thine before? Thy love demands a thankful heart; The gift, alas! how poor. Thy love demands a thankful heart; The gift, alas! how poor. O! let Thy grace inspire My soul with strength divine; Let every word and each desire And all my days be Thine. Let every word and each desire And all my days be Thine.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Isaiah 55:8

• [Isa 55:8] The Two Views

  To man, it seemed that Evil had prevailed, That His fair life had altogether failed, And naught was left but what the Cross impaled— But God saw otherwise! They would have hailed Him King, and with acclaim, Upon the wings of His far reaching fame, Have swept the land like a devouring flame; But God saw otherwise! It seemed as though His life had gone for naught— Nothing to show for that long battle fought, But a pale prisoner to the gibbet brought— But God saw otherwise! No lasting good seemed ever like to come Of all His sowing—neither fruit nor bloom, Instead—a felon’s cross, an alien tomb— But God saw otherwise! We, too, at times, come nigh to lose our hope, When with life’s evils we no more can cope, And in the dark with heavy hearts we grope; But God saw otherwise!

  source: Cyberhymnal