Hear my humble prayer, Lord,
Grant each plea I make;
Teach me how to fear, Lord,
All for Jesus’ sake.
Simply to His cross to cling,
Mercy, pardon, grace, to hold,
His sole merits pleading –
Make my poor soul bold.
Take my wicked heart, Lord,
Cleanse and make it Thine;
Give me a new start, Lord,
Armed with Thine own mind.
Let Thy Spirit dwell in me,
To dictate my ev’ry move;
By each trial refined be,
To obey in love.
Change my evil ways, Lord,
Let me holy be;
E’er Thy name to praise, Lord,
Living all for Thee.
This, my stony heart, replace
By Thy promised fleshy heart
Which ne’ermore, by Thy grace,
Shall from Thee depart.
Let me work for Thee, Lord,
In this advent hour;
Faithful steward be, Lord,
By Thy Spirit’s pow’r.
So, when Thy clear call I hear,
And the harvest white, I see,
Like Isaiah, to answer:
“Here am I, send me”!
And, when Thou shalt come, Lord,
In that eastern sky,
Thy bride to take home, Lord,
And to reign on high;
Mayest Thou number me amidst
Those who hear Thy words, “Well done…”,
To the marriage supper bidd’st
By Thy precious Son.
Amen.
Penned: June 14, 2018
Scriptural allusion: Psalm 61:1; 34:11; John 16:24; Hebrews 7:25; 4:16; Jeremiah 17:9; Psalm 51;2; 1 Peter 4:1; 1 Corinthians 5:17; Philippian 2:5; Romans 8:11; Isaiah 48:10; Zechariah 13:9; 2 Corinthians 5:14; John 14:15; Isaiah 1:16; Ezekiel 36:26; 12:42; 16:2; Acts 1:8; Isaiah 6:8; Luke 10:2; Matthew 24:30; Revelation 21:9; 19:7-8; Matthew 25:23.
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