May the Mind of Christ My Savior
May the mind of Christ, my Savior,Live in me from day to day,By His love and power controlling All I do and say.May the Word of God dwell richly In my heart from hour to hour, So that all may see I triumph Only through His power.May the peace of God my Father Rule my life in everything, That I may be calm to comfort Sick and sorrowing.May the love of Jesus fill me As the waters fill the sea; Him exalting, self abasing, This is victory.May I run the race before me, Strong and brave to face the foe, Looking only unto Jesus As I onward go.May His beauty rest upon me, As I seek the lost to win, And may they forget the channel, Seeing only Him. (copied)
‘Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask your forgiveness and to seek your direction and guidance.
We know Your Word says, ‘Woe to those who call evil good,’ but that is exactly what we have done.
We have lost our spiritua
l equilibrium and reversed our values.
We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery.
We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare.
We have killed our unborn and called it choice.
We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable.
We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self esteem.
We have abused power and called it politics.
We have coveted our neighbor’s possessions and called it ambition.
We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression.
We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment.
Search us, Oh God, and know our hearts today; cleanse us from every sin and Set us free. Amen!’
Prayer In Nehemiah
Ne 9: 5-8
Arise, bless the Lord your God forever and ever!
O, may Your glorious name be blessed,
And exalted above all blessing and praise!
You alone are the Lord.
You have made the heavens,
The heaven of heavens with all their host,
The seas and all that is in them.
You gave life to all of them,
And the heavenly host bows down before You.
You are the Lord God….. for You are righteous.
the spring where waters flow,
To quench our heat of sin:
Here is the tree where truth doth grow,
to lead our lives therein:
Here is the judge that stints the strife,
When men’s devices fail:
Here is the bread that feeds the life
That death cannot assail.
The tidings of salvation dear,
Comes to our ears from hence:
The fortress of our faith is here,
And shield of our defense.
Then be not like the swine that hath
A pearl at his desire,
And takes more pleasure from the trough
And wallowing in the mire.
Read not his book in any case,
But with a single eye:
Read not but first desire God’s grace,
To understand thereby.
Pray still in faith with this respect,
To bear good fruit therein,
That knowledge may bring this effect,
To mortify your sin.
Then happy you shall be in all your life,
What so to you befalls:
Yes, double happy you shall be,
When God by death you calls.
(From the first Bible printed in Scotland–1576)
Whatever My God Ordains Is Right
His love I am abiding
words by Samuel Rodigast (1676), translated by Catherine Winkworth
(1863), music and alternate words by Mark Altrogge
Have you not known, have you not heard
That firm remains on high
The everlasting throne of Him
Who made the earth and sky?
Are you afraid His pow’r shall fail
When comes your evil day?
And can an all-creating arm
Grow weary or decay?
Supreme in wisdom as in pow’r
The Rock of ages stands,
Though Him you cannot see, nor trace
The working of His hands.
Mere human pow’r shall fast decay,
And youthful vigor cease;
But they who wait upon the Lord
In strength shall still increase.
–Isaac Watts, 1707
the Judgement Seat of Christ
I stand at the judgement seat of Christ,
He shows me His plan for me;
plan of my life as it might have been,
He had His way, and I see
I blocked Him here and checked Him there,
would not yield my will,
I see grief in my Savior’s eyes;
though He loves me still?
He’d have me rich, and I stand there poor,
of all but His grace,
my memory runs like a hunted thing,
the paths I can’t retrace.
my desolate heart will well-nigh break,
tears that I cannot shed.
cover my face with my empty hands
bow my uncrowned head.
Lord of the years that are left to me,
yield them to Thy hand.
me, make me, mold me,
the pattern Thou hast planned.
In such a self-forgetful way
That even when I kneel to pray
My prayer shall be for – Others.
Help me in all the work I do
To ever be sincere and true
And know that all I do for you
Must needs be done for – Others.
Let “Self” be crucified and slain
And buried deep; and all in vain
May efforts be to rise again
Unless to live for – Others.
And when my work on earth is done
And my new work in heaven’s begun
May I forget the crown I’ve won
While thinking still of – Others.
Others, Lord, yes others
Let this my motto be
Help me to live for others
That I may live like Thee.”