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Paradox

When Thou hast mastered me,

Then shall I be victor;

When Thou hast enslaved me,

Then shall I be free.

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Quietness

 “Be still and know that I am God,”

That I who made and gave thee life

Will lead thy faltering steps aright;

That I who see each sparrow’s fall

Will hear and heed thy earnest call.

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God Knoweth

I know not what awaits,
God kindly veils mine eyes,
And o’er each step of my onward way
He makes new scenes to rise;
And every joy he sends me, comes
A sweet and glad surprise.

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Too Busy

Forgive me, Lord, that I allow
My days and hours to be
So filled with trifling tasks, that oft
I find no time for Thee.

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New Year

Dear Master, for this coming year

Just one request I bring:

I do not pray for happiness,

Or any earthly thing-

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Prayer for Humility

Humble, Lord, my haughty spirit, Bid my swelling thoughts subside; Strip me of my fancied merit: What have I to do with pride? Was my Saviour meek and lowly? And shall such a worm as I,

Weak, and earthly, and unholy, Dare to lift my head on high?

Teach me, Lord, my true condition; Bring me childlike to thy knee; Stripped of every low ambition, Willing to be led by thee.

Guide me by thy Holy Spirit Feed me from thy blessed word: All my wisdom, all my merit, Borrowed from thyself, O Lord!

Like a little babe, confiding, Simple, docile, let me be; Trusting still to thy providing, Willing to be led by thee.
Thus my all to thee submitting, I am thine and not my own; And when earthly hopes are flitting,

Rest secure on God alone.

 

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He Faileth Not

Each happy morn when I awake,
This promise for the day I take,
“I’ll never leave thee, nor forsake,”
He faileth not.

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What Would He Say?

If He should come today,

And find my hands so full of future plans, however fair,

In which my Saviour has no share,

What would He say?

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Resting

 

Once my hands were always trying,

Trying hard to do my best;

Now my heart is sweetly trusting,

And my soul is all at rest.

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Precious Bible

Precious Bible! What a treasure

Does the Word of God afford!

All I want for life or pleasure,

Food and medicine, shield and sword;

Let the world account me poor-

Christ and this, I need no more.

-John Newton

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