Almighty Father of all things that be,
Our life, our work, we consecrate to thee,
Whose heavens declare
thy glory from above,
Whose earth below is witness to thy love.
Thou dost the strength
to worker’s arms impart;
From thee the skilled musician’s subtle art;
The grace of poet’s pen or painter’s hand
Portrays the loveliness of sea and land.
For well we know this weary, fallen earth
Is yet thine own by right of its new birth,
Since that great cross upreared on Calvary
An Easter’s power redeemed it,
Lord, for thee.
Ernest Edward Dugmore 1843 - 1925 ( 81 Years )
My soul is filled with joy and gladness
Since Jesus came to me.
His love has banished all my sadness,
From sin I am set free.
He set me free, He set me free,
I was blind, but hallelujah, now I see!
I shall ne’er forget the day
When He washed my sins away,
And He set, He set me free.
The Comforter divine is dwelling
Within my soul today;
His love to others I am telling
Since Jesus came to stay.
Haldor Lillenas 1885 - 1959 ( 73 Years )
Through the night
of doubt and sorrow
Onward goes the pilgrim band,
Singing songs of expectation,
Marching to the promised land.
Clear before us
through the darkness
Gleams and burns the guiding light:
Brother clasps the hand of brother,
Stepping fearless through the night.
One the light of
God’s own presence,
O’er His ransomed people shed,
Chasing far the gloom and terror,
Brightening all the path we tread:
Bernhardt Severin Ingemann 1789 - 1862 ( 72 Years )
I know that my Redeemer lives,
And ever prays for me;
A token of His love He gives,
A pledge of liberty.
I find him lifting up my head,
He brings salvation near,
His presence makes me free indeed,
And He will soon appear.
He wills that I should holy be,
What can withstand His will?
The counsel of His grace in me
He surely shall fulfill.
Jesus, I hang upon Thy Word;
I steadfastly believe
Thou wilt return and claim me, Lord
And to Thyself receive,
Charles Wesley 1707 - 1788 ( 80 Years )
Breathe on me, breath of God,
Fill me with life anew,
That I may love what Thou dost love,
And do what thou wouldst do.
Breathe on me, breath of God,
Until my heart is pure,
Until with Thee I will one will,
To do or to endure.
Breathe on me, breath of God,
Till I am wholly Thine,
Until this earthly part of me
Glows with Thy fire divine.
Edwin Hatch
Show me Thy face—
One transient gleam
Of loveliness Divine,
And I shall never think or dream
Of other love save Thine:
All lesser light will darken quite,
All lower glories wane,
The beautiful of earth will scarce
Seem beautiful again.
Show me Thy face—
my faith and love
Shall henceforth fixed be,
And nothing here
have power to move
My soul’s serenity.
My life shall seem a trance, a dream,
And all I feel and see,
Illusive, visionary—
Thou one reality!
We know not the trials before us,
But Jesus takes thought for them all,
And trusting the aid of His counsel,
We never, no, never can fall;
We know not the trials before us,
Or what on the morrow may be,
But sweet is the soul
cheering promise,
“My grace is sufficient for thee.”
Then cleave to the Savior,
cleave to Him,
Whatever the conflict may be,
Remember the
soul cheering promise,
“My grace is sufficient for thee.”
We know not the trials before us,
But why; should we tremble or fear?
The arm of the Lord will protect us,
The ark of His mercy is near;
We know not the trials before us,
Or what our temptations may be,
But stronger than
death is the promise,
“My grace is sufficient for thee.”
Then cleave to the Savior,
cleave to Him,
Whatever the conflict may be,
Remember the
soul cheering promise,
“My grace is sufficient for thee.”
Fanny Jane Crosby 1820 - 1915 ( 94 Years )
