"The Mephistophelan Man" Dr Carl R. Trueman The Henkel Conference
Carl Trueman
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15 August 2023
15 September 2025
"The Mephistophelan Man" Dr Carl R. Trueman The Henkel Conference Carl R. Trueman taught on the faculties of the Universities of Nottingham and Aberdeen before moving to the United States in 2001 to teach at Westminster Theological Seminary in Pennsylvania. In 2017-18 he was the William E. Simon Visiting Fellow in Religion and Public Life in the James Madison Program at Princeton University. Since 2018, he has served as a professor at Grove City College. He is also a fellow at the Ethics and Public Policy Center and a contributing editor at First Things. Trueman's latest book is the bestselling The Rise and Triumph of the Modern Se!f. 724 If God Himself Be for Me 1 If God Himself be for me, I may a host defy; For when I pray, before me My foes, confounded, fly. If Christ, my head and master, Befriend me from above, What foe or what disaster Can drive me from His love? 2 I build on this foundation, That Jesus and His blood Alone are my salvation, My true, eternal good. Without Him all that pleases Is valueless on earth; The gifts I have from Jesus Alone have priceless worth. 3 Christ Jesus is my splendor, My sun, my light, alone; Were He not my defender Before God's judgment throne, I never should find favor And mercy in His sight, But be destroyed forever As darkness by the light. 4 He canceled my offenses, Delivered me from death; He is the Lord who cleanses My soul from sin through faith. In Him I can be cheerful Courageous on my way In Him I am not fearful Of God's great Judgment Day. 5 For no one can condemn me Or set my hope aside; Now hell no more can claim me: It's fury I deride. No sentence now reproves me , No guilt destroys my peace; For Christ, my Savior, loves me And shields me with His grace. 6 Who clings with resolution To Him whom Satan hates Must look for persecution; For him the burden waits Of mock'ry, shame, and losses Heaped on his blameless head; A thousand plagues and crosses Will be his daily bread. 7 From me this is not hidden, Yet I am not afraid; I leave my cares, as bidden, To whom my vows were paid. Though life from me be taken And ev'rything I own, I trust in You unshaken And cleave to You alone. 8 No danger, thirst, or hunger, No pain or poverty, No earthly tyrant's anger Shall ever vanquish me. Though earth should break asunder, My fortress You shall be; No fire or sword or thunder Shall sever You from me. 9 No angel and no gladness, No throne, no pomp, no show, No love, no hate, no sadness, No pain, no depth of woe, No scheming, no contrivance, No subtle thing or great Shall draw me from Your guidance Nor from You separate. 10 My heart with joy is springing; I am no longer sad. My soul is filled with singing; Your sunshine makes me glad. The sun that cheers my spirit Is Jesus Christ, my King; The heav'n I shall inherit Makes me rejoice and sing. Text: Public domain
