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Thursday, July 24, 2014

Family Bibles, Glasses and Coins with Prayer is appointed to convey with Come, ev'ry soul by sin oppressed

  Prayer is appointed to convey
  The blessings God designs to give:
Long as they live should Christians pray;
  They learn to pray when first they live.

  If pain afflict, or wrongs oppress;
  If cares distract, or fears dismay;
If guilt deject, if sin distress;
  In every case, still watch and pray.

  ‘Tis prayer supports the soul that’s weak,
  Though thought be broken, language lame;
Pray, if thou canst or canst not speak;
  But pray with faith in Jesus’ name.

  Depend on him; thou canst not fail;
  Make all thy wants and wishes known;
Fear not; his merits must prevail:
  Ask but in faith, it shall be done.

Joseph Hart

Come, ev’ry soul by sin oppressed,
There’s mercy with the Lord,
And He will surely give you rest,
By trusting in His word.

For Jesus shed His precious blood
Rich blessings to bestow;
Plunge now into the crimson flood
That washes white as snow.

Yes, Jesus is the Truth, the Way,
That leads you into rest;
Believe in Him without delay,
And you are fully blest.

Come then, and join this holy band,
And on to glory go,
To dwell in that celestial land,
Where joys immortal flow.

Only trust Him, only trust Him,
Only trust Him now;
He will save you, He will save you,
He will save you now.

J. H. Stockton

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Spring Flowers on Plate with O God, thou art my God alone and Sovereign Ruler of the skies

  O God, thou art my God alone;
  Early to thee my soul shall cry;
A pilgrim in a land unknown,
  A thirsty land, whose springs are dry.

  Thee, in the watches of the night
  When I remember on my bed,
Thy presence makes the darkness light
  Thy guardian wings are round my head.

  Better than life itself, thy love;
  Dearer than all beside to me;
For whom have I in heaven above,
  Or what on earth, compared with thee?

  Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice,
  For all thy mercy I will give;
My soul shall still in God rejoice,
  My tongue shall bless thee while I live.

James Montgomery

Sovereign Ruler of the skies!
Ever gracious, ever wise!
All my times are in Thy hand,
All events at Thy command.

His decree, who form’d the earth,
Fix’d my first and second birth;
Parents, native place, and time-
All appointed were by Him.

He that form’d me in the womb,
He shall guide me to the tomb;
All my times shall ever be
Order’d by His wise decree.

Times of sickness, times of health;
Times of penury and wealth;
Times of trial and of grief;
Times of triumph and relief;

Times the tempter’s power to prove;
Times to taste a Saviour’s love:
All must come, and last, and end,
As shall please my heavenly Friend.

Plagues and deaths around me fly,
Till He bids I cannot die;
Not a single shaft can hit
Till the God of love thinks fit.

Thou Gracious, Wise, and Just,
In Thy hands my life I trust:
Have I somewhat dearer still?
I resign it to Thy will.

May I always own Thy hand
Still to the surrender stand;
Know that Thou art God alone,
I and mine are all Thine own.

Thee, at all times, will I bless;
Having Thee, I all possess;
How can I bereaved be,
Since I cannot part with Thee?

John Ryland

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Not a Reflection with Though all the world my choice deride and I hear the Saviour say

  Though all the world my choice deride,
  Yet Jesus shall my portion be;
For I am pleased with none beside;
  The fairest of the fair is he.

  Sweet is the vision of thy face,
  And kindness o’er thy lips is shed;
Lovely art thou, and full of grace,
  And glory beams around thy head.

  Thy sufferings I embrace with thee,
  Thy poverty and shameful cross;
The pleasures of the world I flee,
  And deem its treasure only dross.

  Be daily dearer to my heart,
  And ever let me feel thee near;
Then willingly with all I’d part,
  Nor count it worthy of a tear.

Gerhard Tersteegen
I hear the Saviour say,
  Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
  Find in Me thine all in all.

Lord, now indeed I find
  Thy pow’r, and that alone,
Can change the leper’s spots,
  And melt the heart of stone.

For nothing good have I
  Whereby Thy grace to claim-
I’ll wash my garments white
  In the blood of Calvary’s Lamb.

When from my dying bed
  My ransomed soul shall rise,
Then “Jesus paid it all”
  Shall rend the vaulted skies.

And when before the throne
  I stand in Him complete,
I’ll lay my trophies down,
  All down at Jesus’ feet.

Jesus, paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain:
He washed it white as snow.

Elvina M. Hall

Monday, July 21, 2014

Prone Antique Vase with Zinnias and My God, my Portion, and my Love with Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious

  My God, my Portion, and my Love,
  My everlasting All,
I’ve none but thee in heaven above,
  Or on this earthly ball.

  What empty things are all the skies,
  And this interior clod!
There’s nothing here deserves my joys,
  There’s nothing like my God.

  To thee I owe my wealth, and friends,
  And health, and safe abode:
Thanks to thy name for meaner things;
  But they are not my God.

  How vain a toy is glittering wealth,
  If once compared to thee!
Or what’s my safety, or my health,
  Or all my friends to me?

  Were I possessor of the earth,
  And called the stars my own,
Without thy graces and thyself,
  I were a wretch undone.

  Let others stretch their arms like seas
  And grasp in all the shore;
Grant me the visits of thy grace,
  And I desire no more.

Isaac WattsLook, ye saints, the sight is glorious;
See the “Man of sorrows” now;
From the fight return’d victorious,
Ev’ry knee to Him shall bow.

Crown the Saviour, angels, crown Him;
Rich the trophies Jesus brings;
In the seat of pow’r enthrone Him,
While the vault of heaven rings.

Sinners in derision crown’d Him,
Mocking thus the Saviour’s claim;
Saints and angels crowd around Him,
Own His title, praise His name.

Hark! the bursts of acclamation!
Hark! these loud triumphant chords;
Jesus takes the highest station,
Oh, what joy the sight affords.

Crown Him, crown Him, angels crown Him,
Crown the Saviour “King of kings;"
Crown Him, crown Him, angels crown Him,
Crown the Saviour “King of kings.”

Rev. Thos. Kelly

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Anniversary Flowers with Candle and Prayer is the breath in man and I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus

  Prayer is the breath of God in man,
  Returning whence it came;
Love is the sacred fire within,
  And prayer the rising flame.

  It gives the burdened spirit ease,
  And soothes the troubled breast;
Yields comfort to the mourners here,
  And to the weary rest.

  When God inclines the heart to pray,
  He hath an ear to hear;
To him there’s music in a groan,
  And beauty in a tear.

  The humble suppliant cannot fail
  To have his wants supplied,
Since He for sinners intercedes,
  Who once for sinners died.

Benjamin BeddomeI am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,
     Trusting only Thee;
Trusting Thee for full salvation,
     Great and free.

I am trusting Thee for pardon;
     At Thy feet I bow;
For Thy grace and tender mercy,
     Trusting now.

I am trusting Thee for cleansing
     In the crimson flood;
Trusting Thee to make me holy
     By Thy blood.

I am trusting Thee to guide me;
     Thou alone shalt lead,
Every day and hour supplying
    All my need.

I am trusting Thee for power;
     Thine can never fail;
Words which Thou Thyself shalt give me
     Must prevail.

I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus;
     Never let me fall;
I am trusting Thee for ever,
     And for all.

Frances R. Havergal

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Roses and Other Blossoms with Unveil, O Lord, and on us shine and Jesus, I my cross have taken

  Unveil, O Lord, and on us shine
  In glory and in grace;
The gaudy world grows pale before
  The beauty of thy face.
  Till thou art seen, it seems to be
  A sort of fairy ground,
Where suns unsetting light the sky,
  And flowers and fruits abound.

  But when thy keener, purer beam
  Is poured upon our sight,
It loses all its power to charm,
  And what was day is night.

  Its noblest toils are then the scourge
  Which made thy blood to flow;
Its joys are but the treacherous thorns
  Which circled round thy brow.

  And thus, when we renounce for thee
  Its restless aims and fears,
The tender memories of the past,
  The hopes of coming years,-

  Poor is our sacrifice, whose eyes
  Are lighted from above;
We offer what we cannot keep
  What we have ceased to love.

John H. Newman
  Jesus, I my cross have taken,
  All to leave, and follow thee;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
  Thou, from hence, my all shalt be:
Perish every fond ambition,
  All I’ve sought, and hoped, and known;
Yet how rich is my condition,
  God and heaven are still my own!

  Let the world despise and leave me,
  They have left my Saviour, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
  Thou art not, like man, untrue;
And, while thou shalt smile upon me,
  God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends may shun me;
  Show thy face, and all is bright.

  Go, then, earthly fame and treasure!
  Come, disaster, scorn, and pain!
In thy service, pain is pleasure;
  With thy favor, loss is gain.
I have called thee, “Abba, Father;”
  I have stayed my heart on thee:
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,
  All must work for good to me.

  Man may trouble and distress me,
  ‘Twill but drive me to thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
  Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
O ‘tis not in grief to harm me,
  While thy love is left to me;
O ‘twere not in joy to charm me,
  Were that joy unmixed with thee.

  Know, my soul, thy full salvation;
  Rise o’er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find in every station
  Something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
  What a Father’s smile is thine;
What a Saviour died to win thee:
  Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?

  Haste thee on from grace to glory,
  Armed by faith, and winged by prayer;
Heaven’s eternal day’s before thee,
  God’s own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close they earthly mission,
  Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
  Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

Henry F. Lyte

Friday, July 18, 2014

Middle of the Summer Blooms with Shepherd Divine, our wants relieve and Sing to the Lord a joyful song

  Shepherd Divine, our wants relieve
  In this our evil day;
To all thy tempted followers give
  The power to watch and pray.

  Long as our fiery trials last,
  Long as the cross we bear,
O let our souls on thee be cast
  In never-ceasing prayer.

  Till thou thy perfect love impart,
  Till thou thyself bestow,
Be this the cry of every heart,
  “I will not let thee go;
  “I will not let thee go, unless
  Thou tell thy name to me,
With all thy great salvation bless,
  And make me all like thee.

  “Then let me on the mountain-top
  Behold thy open face,
Where faith in sight is swallowed up,
  And prayer in endless praise.”

Charles WesleySing to the Lord a joyful song,
  Lift up your hearts, your voices raise,
To us his gracious gifts belong,
  To him our songs of love and praise.

For life and love, for rest and food,
  For daily help and nightly care,
Sing to the Lord, for he is good,
  And praise his Name, for it is fair.

For strength to those who on him wait,
  His truth to prove, his will to do;
Praise ye our God, for he is great;
  Trust in his Name, for it is true.

For joys untold that from above
  Cheer those who love his sweet employ,
Sing to our God, for he is love;
  Exalt his Name, for it is joy.

For life below, with all its bliss,
  And for that life, more pure and high,
That inner life which over this
  Shall ever shine, and never die.

For he is Lord of heav’n and earth,
Whom angels serve and saints adore,
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
To whom be praise forever more.

J. S. B. Monsell