‘Tis not in rush and bustle,
‘Tis not in noise and din,
‘Tis not in wild commotion,
We learn God’s thoughts of sin;
But in those quiet moments,
With God we spend alone,
That light shines down from heaven,
Revealing what we’ve done.
‘Tis not by might nor power,
God’s servants can prevail,
But only by His Spirit;
All else must surely fail.
‘Tis in the strength of Jesus,
Alone the foe we meet;
Or unrepentant sinners
Can bring to His dear feet.
‘Tis not in storm or tempest,
But in the “still small voice,”
Which brings the Saviour’s pardon,
That trembling souls rejoice;
‘Tis not by fear of judgment
That sinners’ hearts are won,
But by the love of Jesus,
And through the work He’s done.
‘Tis not by mere excitement,
Still less by human plan;
‘Tis not by choirs or organs,
God sends good news to man;
‘Tis by His Word and Spirit,
That souls are “born again”;
The praise belongs to Jesus,
Who suffer’d death and shame.
‘Tis not by tears or feelings
Our troubled hearts find rest;
‘Tis not by “works” or “doings”
Our guilty souls are blest;
‘Tis by the wounds of Jesus
Like music from afar,
The cry from Calvary’s altar,
We find out what we are.
‘Tis there, thro’ pain and suffering,
The hiding of God’s face,
The bitter storm of judgment,
We learn His way of grace;
A willing Victim bearing
Sin’s dark and awful load!
Thence peace to sinners cometh
Straight from the heart of God.