When things go wrong

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit-
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

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Primitive Christianity

HAPPY the souls who first believed,
To Jesus and each other cleaved,
Join’d by the unction from above,
In mystic fellowship of love!

Meek, simple followers of the Lamb,
They lived and spake and thought the same;
Brake the commemorative bread,
And drank the Spirit of their Head.

On God they cast their every care:
Wrestling with God in mighty prayer.
They claim’d the grace, through Jesus given;
By prayer they shut and open’d heaven.

To Jesus they perform’d their vows:
A little Church in every house,
They joyfully conspired to raise
Their ceaseless sacrifice of praise.

Propriety was there unknown,
None call’d what he possess’d his own;
Where all the common blessings share,
No selfish happiness was there.

With grace abundantly endued,
A pure, believing multitude!
They all were of one heart and soul,
And only love inspired the whole.

O what an age of golden days!
O what a choice, peculiar race!
Wash’d in the Lamb’s all-cleansing blood,
Anointed kings and priests to God.
Where shall I wander now to find
The successors they left behind?
The faithful whom I seek in vain,
Are ‘minished from the sons of men.

Ye different sects, who all declare,
“Lo, here is Christ!” or, “Christ is there!”
Your stronger proofs divinely give,
And show me where the Christians live.

Your claim, alas! ye cannot prove,
Ye want the genuine mark of love:
Thou only, Lord, thine own canst show;
For sure thou hast a Church below.

The gates of hell cannot prevail,
The Church on earth can never fail:
Ah! join me to thy secret ones!
Ah! gather all thy living stones!

Scatter’d o’er all the earth they lie,
Till thou collect them with thine eye,
Draw by the music of thy name,
And charm into a beauteous frame.

For this the pleading Spirit groans,
And cries in all thy banish’d ones:
Greatest of gifts, thy love, impart,
And make us of one mind and heart!

Join every soul that looks to thee
In bonds of perfect charity:
Now, Lord, the glorious fullness give.
And all in all for ever live!

Jesus, from whom all blessings flow,
Great Builder of thy Church below,
If now thy Spirit moves my breast,
Hear, and fulfill thy own request!

The few that truly call thee Lord,
And wait thy sanctifying word,
And thee their utmost Savior own,
Unite, and perfect them in one.

Gather them in on every side,
And in thy tabernacle hide;
Give them a resting-place to find,
A covert from the storm and wind.

O find them out some calm recess,
Some unfrequented wilderness!
Thou, Lord, the secret place prepare,
And hide and feed “the woman” there.

Thither collect thy little flock,
Under the shadow of their Rock:
The holy seed, the royal race,
The standing monuments of thy grace.

O let them all thy mind express,
Stand forth thy chosen witnesses!
Thy power unto salvation show,
And perfect holiness below:

The fulness of thy grace receive,
And simply to thy glory live;
Strongly reflect the light divine,
And in a land of darkness shine.

In them let all mankind behold
How Christians lived in days of old;
Mighty their envious woes to move,
A proverb of reproach - and love.

O make them of one soul and heart,
The all-conforming mind impart;
Spirit of peace and unity,
The sinless mind that was in thee.

Call them into thy wondrous light,
Worthy to walk with thee in white;
Make up thy jewels, Lord, and show
The glorious, spotless Church below.

From every sinful wrinkle free,
Redeem’d from all iniquity;
The fellowship of saints make known;
And O, my God, might I be one!

O might my lot be cast with these,
The least of Jesu’s witnesses!
O that my Lord would count me meet
To wash his dear disciples’ feet!

This only thing do I require,
Thou know’st ‘tis all my heart’s desire,
Freely what I receive to give,
The servant of thy Church to live:

After my lowly Lord to go,
And wait upon the saints below;
Enjoy the grace to angels given,
And serve the royal heirs of heaven.

Lord, if I now thy drawings feel,
And ask according to thy will,
Confirm the prayer, the seal impart,
And speak the answer to my heart!

Tell me, or thou shalt never go,
“Thy prayer is heard, it shall be so:” -
The word hath passed thy lips,—and I
Shall with thy people live and die.

Taken from
www.primitivechristianity.org

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Rejoice!

Storm

“Rejoice evermore” says St Paul, “Rejoice!” Rejoice! Says the sun as it smiles upon the world and makes me smile. Rejoice! Says the babbling brook as it splashes among the stones and flings back the sunrays in a broken sheen.

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Heart Surgery

My heart was not working right! For quite some time, I covered the symptoms. I was quite good at pretending that everything was OK. But deep down inside I knew something was very wrong!

I called the Great Physician many times, asking for help. I read the “Heart Manuel” and tried so very hard to make my heart work properly! To look at me, you could not tell that something was wrong. At times I thought my heart was working better, but then something would happen and I knew the problem was still there.

Finally, I could take it no longer! I went to the Great Physician’s office for an exam. He lovingly and thoroughly examined my heart. A diagnostic test revealed the problem. Chains were wrapped tightly around my heart, preventing it from beating with love! Chains of bitterness, anger and hate! The chains had been there for many years! In fact, I was not even aware that they were there!

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Godless

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Hearken! My Soul!

Hearken! My soul! What canst thou bring
To gain the approval of thy royal King?
I shall labor, and toil, night and day,
Surely I’ll find His favor some way.

I try in great works, His favor to obtain
Yet all my attempts are not to my gain.
I struggle, I wrestle, at last I sigh,
With all hope lost, to Thee I cry.

Lord, Thou hast seen my feeble tries,
My falterings, my failures, my despairing cries.
I see my small strength will never be
Enough to make me all glorious for Thee.

“O precious daughter, knowest thou not,
How wondrous things my power hath wrought?
Wouldst thou not fully rest in Me?
For ‘tis my joy to work in thee.”

Yea, I would yield myself to Thee
For my endeavors have wearied me
And, O thou labourings, all in vain!
Have only caused my soul great strain.

“Rest, O child, simply rest in my care
And I shall make of thee beauty so rare.
Into my likeness, I’ll shape, form and build,
If thou would rest in me and be still.”

At last! A princess to behold!
Refined and precious, like unto gold
Yet all earth’s riches could not repay
The priceless treasure that God hath made.

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