Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Oh that with ready grace my heart could give
What God requires;
That there within it lived no grasping will
No fond desires.
It grieves, it pains me that I do not fly
O Christ, to Thee,
To lay this treasure at Thy feet, with sweet
Yet take it from me; if I love it much
I love Thee more,--
But pity, as Thou takest, for it leaves
my heart so sore!
~ From Golden Hours: Heart-Hymns of the Christian Life.
Friday, November 1, 2013
So be it; 'tis Thy plan not mine,
And being Thine is good;
And God, my will shall yield to Thine
Ere it is understood.
So be it; I a child of dust
Will not oppose Thy way,
Move on, mysterious Will, I trust,
I love, and will obey.
So be it; and do Thou, my heart,
No childish questions ask,
Thou in God's counsels hast no part,
Crave not so hard a task.
So be it; yes, so be it, Lord,
No word have I to say--
O be Thy gracious Name adored--
I love and will obey.
~ From Golden Hours, Heart-Hymns of the Christian Life