Come at the morning hour,
Come, let us kneel and pray;
Prayer is the Christian pilgrim’s staff
To walk with God all day.
At noon, beneath the Rock
Of ages, rest and pray;
Sweet is that shelter from the sun
In weary heat of day.
At evening, in thy home,
Around its altar, pray;
And finding there the house of God,
With heaven then close the day.
When midnight veils our eyes,
O it is sweet to say,
“I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord,
With thee to watch and pray.”
James MontgomeryMy spirit on Thy care,
Blest Saviour, I recline;
Thou wilt not leave me to despair,
For Thou art love divine.
In Thee I place my trust,
On Thee I calmly rest;
I know Thee good, I know Thee just,
And count Thy choice the best.
Whate’er events betide,
Thy will they all perform:
Safe in Thy breast my head I hide,
Nor fear the coming storm.
Let good or ill befall,
It must be good for me;
Secure in having Thee in all,
Of having all in Thee. Amen
Henry F. Lyte
Saturday, July 12, 2014
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