In the quiet placeat close of dayHe washes the feet of my mind from the dust of its fret. His infinite eyessee the staining wounds of the road, his handsbring smartingand cleansingand balm. The grace of His healthrestores my soulher place in the circling stars of perpetual praise. Then, taking again the seam-less robe, the…
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I want my heart so cleared of selfThat my dear Lord can comeAnd set up His own furnishings,And make my heart His home. And since I know what this requiresEach morning, while it’s still,I slip into that secret placeAnd leave with Him my will. He always takes it graciously,Presenting me with His;I’m ready, then, to…
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Lord, what am I, that with unceasing care,Thou didst seek after me, that thou didst wait,Wet with unhealthy dews, before my gate,And pass the gloomy nights of winter there? Oh, strange delusion, that I did not greetThy blest approach! and oh, to heaven how lostIf my ingratitude’s unkindly frostHas chilled the bleeding wounds of thy…
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No room for the baby at Bethlehem’s inn,Only a cattle shed;No room on this earth for the dear Son of God,Nowhere to lay His head;Only a cross did they give to my Lord,Only a borrowed tomb;Today He is seeking a place in your heart,Will you still say to Him, ‘No room!’ ‘O Lord, in my…
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In the way.In the breaking of bread.In the midst. Luke 24:35-36 I walked abroad, and on life’s toilsome wayHe met me there.In home’s sweet peace, my hearth at close of dayHe came to share.I sought His own, of Him to hear and tellIn converse rare;When lo! a hush, a sudden glory fell:The Lord was there!…
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Father, give me Luke 15:12 Father, make me Luke 15:19 ‘Give me,’ he prayed, the foolish, wilful boy.He thought that but to have was to enjoy.A broken, sobered man, robbed, hungry, bare,‘Make me,’ he prayed; and ’twas a wiser prayer. Much wiser. My possessions may decay:What I become can no one take away.A man’s true worth may be appraised…
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