And shall I use these ransomed powers of mine
For things that only minister to me?
Lord, take my tongue, my hands, my heart,
my all,
And let me live and love for Thee!
~ Unknown
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God was working in Montreal, Canada in the early 1860's. A young teen, William Ralph Featherston came to know the Lord and wrote the poem, My Jesus, I Love Thee from the depth of his gratitude. Featherston sent a copy of the poem to his aunt in Los Angeles. Two years later, it was published anonymously in an English hymnal entitled, The London Book.
It wasn't until 1870, just three years before Featherston's death, that Adoniram J. Gordon came across the text and wrote the tune that we know today. Gordon included the newly comprised hymn in a new Baptist hymnal he was compiling and the rest, as they say, is history.
Featherstone never knew how God would take his confession of faith across three countries, through the hands of so many people, to become this much-loved hymn of assurance that would bless millions of people.
This story is a testimony to the, often mysterious, ways that God uses the gifts and talents of His people.
Nothing we offer to God is ever wasted. Whatever gift or talent He has given you, no matter how small or insignificant it may appear, use it! Be faithful. The blessing will come, though we may never see it.
My Jesus, I love thee, I know Thou art mine;
for Thee all the follies of sin I resign;
my gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;
if ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.
Blessings,
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