Sunday Audio Service – Lent 4 – Holy Communion – 19-3-23
O WORSHIP THE LORD in the beauty of holiness,
Bow down before Him, His glory proclaim.
With gold of obedience and incense of lowliness,
Kneel and adore Him; the Lord is His name.
Low at His feet lay thy burden of carefulness,
High on His heart He will bear it for thee,
Comfort thy sorrows, and answer thy prayerfulness,
Guiding thy steps as may best for thee be.
Fear not to enter His courts in the slenderness,
Of the poor wealth thou wouldst reckon as thine.
Truth in its beauty, and love in its tenderness,
These are the offerings to lay on His shrine.
These, though we bring them in trembling and fearfulness,
He will accept for the name that is dear.
Mornings of joy give for evenings of tearfulness,
Trust for our trembling and hope for our fear.
O worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness,
Bow down before Him, His glory proclaim.
With gold of obedience and incense of lowliness,
Kneel and adore Him: the Lord is His name.
John S. B. Monsell.
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DEAR LORD AND FATHER OF MANKIND,
Forgive our foolish ways.
Reclothe us in our rightful mind.
In purer lives Thy service find,
In deeper reverence, praise,
In deeper reverence, praise.
In simple trust like theirs who heard,
Beside the Syrian sea,
The gracious calling of the Lord,
Let us, like them, without a word
Rise up and follow Thee,
Rise up and follow Thee.
O sabbath rest by Galilee!
O calm of hills above,
Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee
The silence of eternity,
Interpreted by love,
Interpreted by love.
With that deep hush subduing all
Our words and works that drown.
The tender whisper of Thy call,
As noiseless let Thy blessing fall,
As fell Thy manna down,
As fell Thy manna down.
Drop Thy still dews of quietness,
Till all our strivings cease.
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess,
The beauty of Thy peace,
The beauty of Thy peace.
Breathe through the heats of our desire,
Thy coolness and Thy balm.
Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire.
Speak through the earthquake, wind and fire,
O still small voice of calm,
O still small voice of calm!
John G. Whittier.
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BREAK THOU THE BREAD OF LIFE,
Dear Lord, to me,
As Thou didst break the bread
Beside the sea.
Beyond the sacred page
I seek Thee, Lord.
My spirit longs for Thee,
Thou Living Word.
Thou art the Bread of Life,
O Lord, to me,
Thy holy Word the truth
That saveth me.
Give me to eat and live,
With Thee above.
Teach me to love Thy truth,
For Thou art love.
O send Thy Spirit, Lord,
Now unto me,
That He may touch my eyes
And make me see.
Show me the truth concealed,
Within Thy Word,
And in Thy Book revealed,
I see Thee, Lord.
Bless Thou the Bread of Life
To me, to me,
As Thou didst bless the loaves
By Galilee.
Then shall all bondage cease,
All fetters fall,
And I shall find my peace,
My all in all.
Mary A. Lathbury.
and Alexander Groves.
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FORTH IN THY NAME, O LORD, I GO,
My daily labour to pursue,
Thee, only Thee, resolved to know,
In all I think, or speak, or do.
The task Thy wisdom hath assigned,
O let me cheerfully fulfil.
In all my works Thy presence find,
And prove Thy acceptable will.
Thee, may I set at my right hand,
Whose eyes my inmost substance see.
And labour on at Thy command,
And offer all my works to Thee.
Give me to bear Thy easy yoke,
And every moment watch and pray,
And still to things eternal look,
And hasten to Thy glorious day.
For Thee delightfully employ
Whate'er Thy bounteous grace hath given,
And run my course with even joy,
And closely walk with Thee to heaven.
Charles Wesley
