At the Beginning of 2013

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A Prayer for the New Year

Lord, I would ask for a holy year,
Spent in thy perfect will:
Help me to walk in thy very steps;
Help me to please Thee still.

Lord, I would ask for a busy year,
Filled up with service true;
Doing with all Thy Spirit’s might;
All that I find to do.

Lord, I would ask for a dying world;
Stretch forth Thy mighty hand,
Scatter Thy Word – Thy power display
This year in every land.

Lord, I would ask for a year of hope,
Looking for Thee to come,
And hastening on that year of years
That brings us Christ and Home.

A. B. Simpson

How good it is to remember that the past year, with all its sins and failings, is under the blood of the Lord Jesus. It is covered by His full forgiveness. And how necessary it is to remind ourselves how we ought to walk the year ahead as Christians – in obedience to the Lord, running with patience the race that is set before us.

This one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:13-14

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Happy New Year!

Hymn: In Heavenly Love Abiding

DSC_2147The words of this hymn have been an encouragement to me lately.  Abiding in Christ and walking with Him – such is the secret to inward peace.

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He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.  I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.  Psalm 91:2
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In heavenly love abiding,
No change my heart shall fear.
And safe in such confiding,
For nothing changes here.
The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid,
But God is round about me,
And can I be dismayed?

Wherever He may guide me,
No want shall turn me back.
My Shepherd is beside me,
And nothing can I lack.
His wisdom ever waking,
His sight is never dim.
He knows the way He’s taking,
And I will walk with Him.

Green pastures are before me,
Which yet I have not seen.
Bright skies will soon be over me,
Where darkest clouds have been.
My hope I cannot measure,
My path to life is free.
My Savior has my treasure,
And He will walk with me.

Anna Laetitia Waring

One Day at a Time

One day at a time, with its failures and fears,
With its hurts and mistakes, with its weakness and tears,
With its portion of pain and its burden of care;
One day at a time we must meet and must bear.

One day at a time to be patient and strong,
To be calm under trial and sweet under wrong;
Then its toiling shall pass and its sorrow shall cease;
It shall darken and die, and the night shall bring peace.

One day at a time – but the day is so long,
And the heart is not brave, and the soul is not strong,
O Thou pitiful Christ, be Thou near all the way;
Give courage and patience and strength for the day.

Swift cometh His answer, so clear and so sweet;
“Yea, I will be with thee, thy troubles to meet;
I will not forget thee, nor fail thee, nor grieve;
I will not forsake thee; I never will leave.”

Not yesterday’s load we are called on to bear,
Nor the morrow’s uncertain and shadowy care;
Why should we look forward or back with dismay?
Our needs, as our mercies, are but for the day.

One day at a time, and the day is His day;
He hath numbered its hours, though they haste or delay.
His grace is sufficient; we walk not alone;
As the day, so the strength that He giveth His own.

-Annie Johnson Flint

He Giveth More Grace

The words of this hymn have been on my mind recently.  I have been battling exhaustion and discouragement, and they comfort me, reminding me that though I am weak, the Lord is strong, and He giveth abundantly of His grace. Blessed be His Name!

He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength when the labours increase;
To added affliction He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace.

His love has no limit, His grace has no measure,
His power has no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again!

When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father’s full giving is only begun.

His love has no limit, His grace has no measure,
His power has no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again!


– Annie J. Flint

Looking unto Jesus…

Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of God. (Hebrews 12:1-2)

How different each day would be if we were to fix our eyes upon the Lord Jesus, and live it looking only to Him…

Such has been my thought today. And when looking in the Scripture reference index in the back of one of our hymnbooks, I came across this hymn, which seemed very apt:

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May the mind of Christ, my Saviour,
Live in me from day to day,
By His love and power controlling
All I do and say.

May the Word of God dwell richly
In my heart from hour to hour,
So that all may see I triumph
Only through His power.

May the peace of God my Father
Rule my life in everything,
That I may be calm to comfort
Sick and sorrowing.

May the love of Jesus fill me
As the waters fill the sea;
Him exalting, self abasing,
This is victory.

May I run the race before me,
Strong and brave to face the foe,
Looking only unto Jesus
As I onward go.

May His beauty rest upon me,
As I seek the lost to win,
And may they forget the channel,
Seeing only Him.

Katie Barclay Wilkinson

Happy New Year!

At the moment, I don’t know what to write, but I have this poem to share which I read back on the first day of this year.  It comes from the book 742 Heartwarming Poems.  It seemed very apt, and was a comfort to me – 2011 is unknown, but I can be sure of this, and always can be.

I do not know, I cannot see
What God’s kind hand prepares for me,
Nor can my glance pierce through the haze
Which covers all my future ways;
But yet I know that o’er it all
Rules He who notes the sparrow’s fall.

I know the Hand that hath me fed
And through the year my feet hath led;
I know the everlasting arm
That hath upheld and kept from harm.
I trust Him as my God and Guide
And know that He will still provide.

So at the opening of the year,
I banish care and doubt and fear,
And clasping His kind hand, essay
To walk with God from day to day,
Trusting in Him who hath me fed,
Walking with Him who hath me led.

Farewell, Old Year, with goodness crowned.
A hand divine hath set thy bound.
Welcome the New Year, which shall bring
Fresh blessings from my God  and King.
The Old we leave without a tear,
The New we hail without a fear.

Author Unknown

So, Happy New Year to all my blog readers! May 2011 be a year of blessing to you and may each of you know the Lord’s presence ‘all the days’.

*This post is late chiefly due to a cold (yes, another!) that I have had over the past week. Hopefully, once I am fully better, I will get to blogging a few other posts I have planned!

My Heart is Resting…

This hymn is one that I was singing yesterday. It is one of my sister’s favourites, and I agree with her; the words are beautiful. Enjoy it; yes, it is 12 verses long, which surprised me as the version we have in our hymnbook has five or so verses!

My Heart is Resting, O my God

My heart is resting, O my God—
I will give thanks and sing;
My heart is at the secret source
Of every precious thing.
Now the frail vessel Thou hast made
No hand but Thine shall fill—
For the waters of the Earth have failed,
And I am thirsty still.

I thirst for springs of heavenly life,
And here all day they rise—
I seek the treasure of Thy love,
And close at hand it lies.
And a new song is in my mouth
To long loved music set—
Glory to Thee for all the grace
I have not tasted yet.

Glory to Thee for strength withheld,
For want and weakness known—
And the fear that sends me to Thy breast
For what is most my own.
I have a heritage of joy
That yet I must not see;
But the hand that bled to make it mine
Is keeping it for me.

There is a certainty of love
That sets my heart at rest—
A calm assurance for today
That to be poor is best—
A prayer reposing on His truth
Who hath made all things mine,
That draws my captive will to Him,
And makes it one with Thine.

I will give thanks for suffering now,
For want and toil and loss—
For the death that sin makes hard and slow,
Upon my Savior’s cross—
Thanks for the little spring of love
That gives me strength to say,
If they will leave me part in Him,
Let all things pass away.

Sometimes I long for promised bliss,
But it will not come too late—
And the songs of patient spirits rise
From the place wherein I wait;
While in the faith that makes no haste
My soul has time to see
A kneeling host of Thy redeemed,
In fellowship with me.

There is a multitude around
Responsive to my prayer;
I hear the voice of my desire
Resounding everywhere.
But the earnest of eternal joy,
In every prayer I trace;
I see the glory of the Lord:
On every chastened face.

How oft, in still communion known,
Those spirits have been sent
To share the travail of my soul,
Or show me what it meant!
And I long to do some work of love
No spoiling hand could touch,
For the poor and suffering of Thy flock
Who comfort me so much.

But the yearning thought is mingled now
With the thankful song I sing;
For Thy people know the secret source
Of every precious thing.
The heart that ministers for Thee
In Thy own work will rest;
And the subject spirit of a child
Can serve Thy children best.

Mine be the reverent, listening love,
That waits all day on Thee,
With the service of a watchful heart
Which no one else can see—
The faith that, in a hidden way
No other eye may know,
Finds all its daily work prepared,
And loves to have it so.

My heart is resting, O my God,
My heart is in Thy care—
I hear the voice of joy and health
Resounding everywhere.
“Thou art my portion,” saith my soul,
Ten thousand voices say,
And the music of their glad Amen,
Will never die away.

Anna L. Waring