TO GLORIFY MY GOD
To Glorify my God, no lesser aim
My God-given life and powers shall henceforth claim;
My body, soul, and spirit, Lord, are Thine;
The joy to give them back to Thee be mine.
His Father's glory Jesus ever sought;
To do His work and will His only thought;
About His Father's business He must be:
Lord, may Thy business be as much to me.
How best can I my Father glorify?
Naught can be added to His majesty;
But I can let His glory through me shine
And shed on all around His light divine.
And like the legend that they tell of one
Who sought to build a temple to the sun,
And reared the chiseled stone and burnished gold,
But still the splendid walls were dark and cold,
Until another architect appeared;
A temple of transparent glass he reared;
And lo, the sun came down his work to own,
And with his glory through the temple shone;
So let my soul be flooded with Thy light;
So let my heart be open to Thy sight;
So glorify Thyself, O Lord, in me,
Till all my being answers, Lord, to Thee.
GOD'S BEST
GOD has His best things for the few:
That dare to stand the test;
God has His second choice for those
Who will not have His best.
It is not always open ill
That risks the promised rest;
The better often is the foe
That keeps us from the best.
There's scarcely one but vaguely wants
In some way to be blest;
'Tis not Thy blessing, Lord, I seek,
I want Thy very best.
And others make the highest choice,
But when by trials pressed,
They shrink, they yield, they shun the Cross,
And so they lose the best.
I want, in this short life of mine,
As much as can be pressed
Of service true for God and man;
Help me to be my best.
I want to stand, when Christ appears,
In spotless raiment dressed,
Numbered among his hidden ones,
His holiest and his best.
I want, among the victor throng,
To have my name confessed,
And hear my Master say at last,
"Well done, you did your best."
Give me, O Lord, Thy highest choice,
Let others take the rest;
Their good things have no charm for me,
For I have got Thy best!
HOLDING ON THE WAY
'Tis the promise of God, and it never can fail,
Unto all who will trust and obey;
Though trials may press, and though foes may assail,
The righteous shall hold on his way.
I shall hold on my way for He holds my hand,
And He'll not let me stumble or stray;
While I heed His voice and obey His command,
I surely shall hold on my way.
MY SECRET
SHALL I tell you what it is that keeps me singing,
Never minding whether it be shade or shine?
Tis because His own glad song is singing in me,
Tis because the Savior's joy is always mine.
Shall I tell you what it is that keeps me springing,
With a strength that smiles at sickness and decay?
Tis because the Life of Jesus fills my being,
And the Living Bread sustains me day by day.
Shall I tell you why my foes no longer vex me,
And my cares and fears and doubtings all are o'er ?
Tis because I've given my burdens all to Jesus,
And He leads me forth in triumph evermore.
Shall I tell you why my life is now so easy?
'Tis because this wretched self has ceased to be;
Once it caused me all my troubles, but it's buried,
And it is no longer I, but Christ in me.
Shall I tell you why I love to work for Jesus?
'Tis because His blessed Spirit works in me;
I have but to let Him use me, His the power,
Mine the recompense to share, the fruit to see.
Shall I tell you why I love to tell of Jesus?
Tis because there's nothing else so good and true;
There's no other name or story worth the telling;
Without Jesus what could helpless sinners do?
Shall I tell you why I'm watching for His coming?
Tis because of all my future He's the sum;
This will be my joy forever - Jesus only -
And I long, and look, and pray for Him to come.
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THE NEW LIFE
Life's crisis has been passed,
And I have come at last
Into the Promised Land of Peace and Rest;
The crisis hour is o'er
And now forevermore
I'm dwelling in God's blessing and God's best.
It came, I know not how,
But this I know, that now
My life has found a new and nobler plane;
Something has passed away,
Something has come to stay,
And I can never be the same again.
The change is not in me,
Rather, it seems that He
Has come Himself to live His life in mine;
And as I stepped aside
And took Him to abide,
He came and filled me with His life divine.
I came to Jordan's flood,
And as with Him I stood,
The Heavenly Dove upon my spirit came;
Just how I cannot tell,
But this I know full well
That life henceforth can never mean the same.
And yet it brings no strain,
But hand, and heart, and brain
Move on with all the old simplicity;
I do not have to try
For it is no more I
But Christ who thinks, and lives, and moves in me.
The testing hours have come,
In flesh, and heart, and home,
But He was near my every load to share.
New tasks have called me on,
New victories have been won,
But through the cloud and sunshine He was there.
No more I doubt or fear,
The way shines bright and clear,
And One who ne'er can fail is leading on;
He will not let me stray
But lead me all the way
Until the fight is fought, the crown is won.
Let's Be Neighborly.
Let's be neighborly once more,
Like as we used to be;
Going visiting friendly like,
Just you and me.
Let's be neighborly, once more
Thinking each other's thoughts,
Telling each other our troubles,
And helping each other lots.
Let's be neighborly once more,
Old-fashioned rather than new,
Telling the good and forgetting the bad
There is in both me and you.
Let's be neighborly once more
And shake hands once in a while,
And if our hands won't reach so far
Let's make believe and smile.
Let's be neighborly once more
And think of each other again;
And hearing good news of each other,
Let's say it our loud-
"Amen!"
Sermons We See
by Edgar A. Guest
I'd rather see a sermon than hear one
any day,
I'd rather one should walk with me
than merely show the way.
The eye's a better pupil and more will-
ing than the ear;
Fine counsel is confusing, but ex-
ample's always clear;
And the best of all the preachers are
the men who live their creeds,
For to see the good in action is what
everybody needs.
I can soon learn how to do it if you'll
let me see it done.
I can watch your hands in action, but
your tongue too fast may run.
And the lectures you deliver may be
very wise and true;
But I'd rather get my lesson by oberv-
ving what you do.
For I may misunderstand you and the
high advice you give,
But there's no misunderstanding how
you act and how you live.
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Description of Illustration: bull, apostle seated, symbol of the Gospel of Luke, ancient writings, eyes wide open to recieve the Word of God
The Gospel of Luke Symbol, a bull. Luke the Evangelist, the author of the third gospel account (and the Acts of the Apostles), is symbolized by a winged ox or bull – a figure of sacrifice, service and strength. Luke's account begins with the duties of Zacharias in the temple; it represents Jesus' sacrifice in His Passion and Crucifixion, as well as Christ being High priest (this also represents Mary's obedience). The ox signifies that Christians should be prepared to sacrifice themselves in following Christ.
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