Oh I want all I am to die
So all He is can come alive
Until everyone I talk to hears His voice
And everything I touch feels the warmth of His hand
Until everyone I meet
Sees Jesus in me
This is all I wanna be
I wanna be mistaken
For Jesus
Oh I wanna be mistaken
– Warren Barfield –
Lord, High and Holy, meek and lowly,
Thou hast brought me to the valley of vision,
where I live in the depths but see thee in the heights;
hemmed in by mountains of sin I behold thy glory.
Let me learn by paradox
that the way down is the way up,
that to be low is to be high,
that the broken heart is the healed heart,
that the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit,
that the repenting soul is the victorious soul,
that to have nothing is to possess all,
that to bear the cross is to wear the crown,
that to give is to receive,
that the valley is the place of vision.
Lord, in the daytime stars can be seen from deepest wells,
and the deeper the wells the brighter thy stars shine;
Let me find thy light in my darkness,
thy life in my death,
they joy in my sorrow,
thy grace in my sin,
thy riches in my poverty,
thy glory in my valley.
– taken from The Valley of Vision –
(a collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotions)
To make my weak heart strong and brave,
Send the fire.
To live a dying world to save, send the fire.
Oh, see me on Thy altar lay
My life, my all, this very day;
To crown the offering now, I pray:
Send the fire!
– F. Tucker-Booth –
Men die in darkness at your side,
Without a hope to cheer the tomb;
Take up the torch and wave it wide,
The torch that lights time’s thickest gloom.
– Horatius Bonar –
What could we do without the Book
That God gave us to read?
No more than any farmer
Who hadn’t any seed!
– C T Studd –
Should all the forms that men devise
Assault my faith with treacherous art,
I’d call them vanity and lies
And bind the gospel to my heart.
– Isaac Watts –
Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun,
Both speed them to their source:
So a soul that’s born of God,
Pants to view his glorious face;
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.
– Robert Seagraves –
We rest on Thee, our Shield and our Defender!
We go not forth alone against the foe;
Strong in Thy strength, safe in Thy keeping tender,
We rest on Thee, and in Thy Name we go.
– Edith G. Cherry –
Jim Elliot and his four missionary co-laborers sang this song before entering the Ecuadorian jungles to be killed by the Waorani Indians.
My spirit turns to Thee and clings,
All else forsaking, unto Thee;
Forgetting all created things,
Remembering only “God in me.”
O living Stream; O gracious rain,
None wait for Thee, and wait in vain.
– Gerhard Tersteegen –