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Worship

By Robert Whitaker (1863-1944)

Teach me the ritual that runs beyond
The rote of words, the flexing of the knee;
Let me be always, Lord of Life, with Thee!
In all my motions ready to respond
To Thy unveilings, though in Scripture conned.
Or in the mid-night’s insect melody,
The scent of bloom from desert bush or tree,
The dawn’s reflection in the blushing pond.

How shall I worship only for an hour?
How think Thee present under dome and spire
Or sense Thee in the wafer and the wine
Except the common bread and cup are Thine,
Thine shop and street, the hearth-stone and the fire,
Thine all the ministries of natural power?

 

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by Rev. Marion Franklin Ham (1867-1956)

I pray not for the joy that knows

No saving bension of tears;

The placid life of ease that flows

Untroubled through the changing years.

Grant me, O God, the mind to see

The blessings which my sorrows bring;

And give me, in adversity,

The heart that still can trust and sing.

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O God, You are my God; Early will I seek You; My soul thirsts for You; My flesh longs for You In a dry and thirsty land Where there is no water. Psalm 63:1

I rise to greet You when the dew still soaks the Spring flowers.
The lush forest of your presence awaits me.
An alcove of lush green trees in the secret forest is my morning time with You.

Cool breezes, earthy fragrance, warm sunshine greet me as I walk toward You, arms open wide, anticipating Your embrace, Your Word spoken over me–my hope, my comfort, my strength, my teacher, my love.

Abba! Abba!
Good morning!
Blessings to You, my Father God–Creator–Redeemer–Almighty One–Precious Protector–High Tower–Imanuel–El Shaddai–Adonai Tz’avot–I am yours! You are mine.

Forever is ours, my eternal love!

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By John S. B. Monsell (1811-1875)

Light of the world, we hail Thee
flushing the eastern skies:
Never shall darkness veil Thee
again from human eyes;
Too long, alas, withholden,
now spread from shore to shore;
Thy light, so glad and golden,
shall set on earth no more.

Light of the world, Thy beauty
Steal into every heart,
And glorifies with duty
Life’s poorest, humblest part;
Thou robest in Thy splendor
The simplest ways of men,
And helpest them to render
Light back to Thee again.

Light of the world, before Thee
Our spirits prostrate fall;
We worship, we adore Thee,
Thou light, the life of all;
With Thee is no forgetting
Of all thine hand hath made;
Thy rising hath no setting,
They sunshine hath no shade.

Light of the world, illumine
This darkened land of Thine,
Till everything that’s human
Be filled with the divine;
Till every tongue and nation,
From sin’s dominion free,
Rise in the new creation
Which springs from love and Thee.

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by: Charles Albert Tindley

Beams of heaven, as I go,
Through this wilderness below,
Guide my feet in peaceful ways,
Turn my midnights into days;
When in the darkness I would grope,
Faith always sees a star of hope,
And soon from all life’s grief and danger,
I shall be free some day.

Refrain:
I do not know how long ’twill be,
Nor what the future holds for me,
But this I know, if Jesus leads me,
I shall get home some day.

Oftentimes my sky is clear,
Joy abounds without a tear,
Though a day so bright begun,
Cloud’s may hide tomorrow’s sun.
There’ll be a day that’s always bright,
A day that never yields to night,
And in its light the streets of glory
I shall behold some day. [Refrain]

Harder yet may be the fight,
Right may often yield to might,
Wickedness awhile may reign,
Satan’s cause may seem to gain.
There is a God that rules above,
With hand of pow’r and heart of love;
If I am right, He’ll fight my battle,
I shall have peace some day. [Refrain]

Burdens now may crush me down,
Disappointments all around,
Troubles speak in mournful sigh,
Sorrow through a tear-stained eye.
There is a world where pleasure reigns,
No mourning soul shall roam its plains,
And to that land of peace and glory,
I want to go some day. [Refrain]

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by Fanny Crosby

O heart bereav’d and lonely
Whose brightest dreams have fled,
Whose hopes like summer roses
Are wither’d, crush’d, and dead;
Though link by link is broken,
And tears unseen may fall,
Look up amid thy sorrow
To Him who knows it all.

O cling to thy Redeemer,
Thy Saviour, Brother, Friend;
Believe and trust His promise
To keep thee to the end:
O watch and wait with patience,
But question not His will;
His arms of love and mercy
Are round about thee still.

Lookup, the clouds are breaking,
The storm will soon be o’er;
And thou shalt reach the haven
Where sorrows come no more.
Look up, be not discouraged;
Trust on, whate’er befall;
Remember, O remember,
Thy Saviour knows it all.

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also known as “Whate’re my God ordains is right”


Samuel Rodigast, 1675
Translated by Catherine Winkworth

1 Whatever God ordains is good!
Holy His will abideth;
I will be still whate’er he doth,
and follow where he guideth,
He is my God; though dark my road,
he knoweth how to shield me,
wherefore to him I yield me.

2 Whatever God ordains is good!
he never will deceive me;
he leads me by the proper path,
I know he will not leave me,
And take content
What he hath sent;
his hand that sends my sadness
Will turn my tears to gladness.

3 Whatever God ordains is good!
His loving thought attends me;
No poisoned draught the cup can be
That my Physician sends me,
But medicine due;
For God is true,
Of doubt, then, I’ll divest me,
And on His goodness rest me.

4 Whatever God ordains is good!
My Life, my Light can never
Intend me harm; then, to His care
I give myself forever
In weal or woe;
For well I know,
I once shall see quite clearly,
That God did love me dearly.

5 Whatever God ordains is good!
though now this cup in drinking
may bitter to my taste appear,
I take it all unshrinking;
For to my heart
God will impart
A timely balm of healing,
and end each painful feeling.

6 Whatever God ordains is good!
here shall my stand be taken;
though sorrow, need, or death be mine;
yet I am not forsaken;
My Father’s care is round me there,
His arms embrace and shield me;
Then to my God I yield me.

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by Edwin Hodder  (1837-1904)

1 Your Word is like a garden, Lord,

with flowers bright and fair;
and everyone who seeks may pluck
a lovely cluster there.
Your Word is like a deep, deep mine;
and jewels rich and rare
are hidden in its mighty depths
for every searcher there.

2 Your Word is like a starry host;
a thousand rays of light
are seen to guide the traveler,
and make his pathway bright.
Your Word is like an armory,
where soldiers may repair,
and find, for life’s long battle day,
all needful weapons there.

3 O may I love your precious Word,
may I explore the mine,
may I its fragrant flowers glean,
may light upon me shine.
O may I find my armor there,
your Word my trusty sword;
I’ll learn to fight with every foe
the battle of the Lord.

Source: Trinity Hymnal (Rev. ed.) #139

 

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I was nearly made small
surrounded
hemmed in
by small thinking
midget musing
narrow knowledge
reactionary reason
inside-the-box
the cardboard box
lunch box
thinking

absence of thinking
nil
none
null set

my thoughts grew small
sympathetic response
to puny pundit
ready to retaliate

I tried to be small
to crawl into that place
of lower-level logic
sub-basement sentiments
tunnel ideation

that’s what they did
how they responded
what they understood
low–lower
base–baser
small–smaller
almost shut
closed mind

enter
arrow of light
spark of above wisdom
words spoken over me,

“Smallness is their distinctive
understood only by the puny.

Be BIG–bigger
big-hearted
big-minded
gi-normous

cast off smallness
every shred of stingy
faulty generosity
overlook wrongs
put asunder
live above
live in wonder.”

smallness
is the space inside us

greatness
takes the space beyond us

 

MaryBeth 2021

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Chisel

Born in darkness
chisel in hand
my soul craves
the yet unknown

I carve the stone
cut away the rock
piece by piece
sliver by sliver
dust of granite my shroud

as I chisel, light enters
momentary blindness
passes
my cave illuminated
darkness dispelled
anxiety allayed
loneliness lifted

I see You
Your glory, my lamp
Shekinah runway lights
lead me

so I chisel more
hungry for light
pushing limits
to open the way
to one day live
in Light

MaryBeth 2021

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