‘Mid all the traffic of the ways, Turmoils without, within, Make in my heart a quiet place And come and dwell therein: A little shrine of quietness All sacred to Thyself, Where Thou shalt all my soul possess And I may find myself: A little place of mystic grace, Of self and sin swept bare,
I’ll go in the strength of the Lord, In paths He has marked for my feet; I’ll follow the light of His Word, Nor shrink from the dangers I meet. His presence my steps shall attend; His fullness my wants shall supply; On Him, till my journey shall end, My unwavering faith shall rely. I’ll
Lord, speak to me, that I may speak In living echoes of Thy tone; As Thou hast sought, so let me seek Thine erring children lost and lone. O lead me, Lord, that I may lead The wandering and the wavering feet; O feed me, Lord, that I may feed Thy hungering ones with manna
Master, speak: Thy servant heareth, Waiting for Thy gracious word, Longing for Thy voice that cheereth; Master, let it now be heard. I am listening, Lord, for Thee; What hast Thou to say to me? Speak to me by name, O Master, Let me know it is to me. Speak, that I may follow faster,
I am praying, blessèd Saviour, To be more and more like Thee; I am praying that Thy Spirit Like a dove may rest on me. CHORUS: Thou who knowest all my weakness, Thou who knowest all my care, While I plead each precious promise, Hear, oh, hear and answer prayer! I am praying to be
God of comfort and compassion, God of wisdom, grace and power, Hear our earnest intercession In this quiet evening hour. Strengthen all who fight Thy battles In this land and lands afar; Be companion, friend and shepherd Whereso’er Thy children are. Some we love bear heavy burdens, Some have wandered from the way; Be their
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child; Pity my simplicity; Suffer me to come to Thee. Fain I would to Thee be brought – Gracious Lord, forbid it not; In the Kingdom of Thy grace Give a little child a place. Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb, In Thy gracious hands I am; Make
He walks with God who speaks to God in prayer And daily brings to Him his daily care; Possessing inward peace, he truly knows A heart’s refreshment and a soul’s repose. He walks with God who, as he onward moves, Follows the footsteps of the Lord he loves, And keeping Him forever in his view,
Prayer gently lifts me to highest Heaven, From Earth’s confusion to Jesus’ breast; My sin and weakness, my doubt and sorrow, Are lost forever in sweetest rest. Just a simple, brief chorus, but such beautiful thoughts and lovely melody! Life can be confusing at times, especially when our hopes are dashed or when sudden tragedy
Day and night show evidence of God’s creative hand – I see His wonders everywhere; But the Bible promises a pure and fairer land: By the grace of God, I shall be there! Beyond the blue horizon There’s another world, I know, Where the “born again” shall go, Meet the Lord who loves them so;
In fancy I stood by the shore one day, Of the beautiful murm’ring sea; I saw the great crowds as they thronged the way Of the Stranger of Galilee; I saw how the man who was blind from birth, In a moment was made to see; The lame were made whole by the matchless skill
Lord, Thou art questioning, “Lovest thou Me?” Yea, Lord, Thou knowest, my answer must be; But since love’s value is proved by love’s test, Jesus, I’ll give Thee the dearest and best. CHORUS: All in my heart, Lord, Thou canst read; Master, Thou knowest I love Thee indeed. Ask what Thou wilt my devotion to
