Poetic Meditations From An Anointing Of The Spirit

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Of what an easy, quick access My blessed Lord, art thou!

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To show that state dislikes not easiness, If I but lift mine eyes, my suit is make; Thou canst no more not hear than thou canst die. Of what supreme, almighty power Is thy great arem, which spans the east and west, And tracks the centre to the sphere! By it do all things live their measured hour: We cannot ask the thing which is not there, Blaming the shallowness of our request. Of what unmeasurable love Art thou possest, who, when thou couldst not die, Wert fain to take our flesh and cruse, And for our sakes, in person sin reprove; That by destroying that which tied thy purse, Thou mightest make way for liberlaity.

Since then these three wait on thy throne, Ease, Power and Love; I value prayer so, That were I to leave all but one, Wealth, fame, endownments virtues, all should go, I and dear prayer could together dwell, And quickly gain, for each inch lost, and ell.

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O God of Bethel! By whose hand Thy people still are fed; Who, through this weary pilgrimage Hast all our fathers led— Our vows, our prayers we now present Before thy throne of grace: God of our fathers! Through each perplexing path of life, Our wandering footsteps guide; Give us each day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide. Such blessings from thy gracious hand, Our humble prayers implore; And thou shalt be our chosen God And portion evermore. Oh, this is blessing, this is rest! O, tenderness! O, truth divine! Lord, I am altogether thine, I have bowed down; I need not flee; Peace,peace is mine in trusting thee.

O Thou who camest from above The pure, celestial fire to impart: Kindlea flame of sacred love On the mean altar of my heart. There let it for Thy glory burn With inextinguishable blaze, And trembling to its source return, In humble prayer and fervent praise. Oh, closer every day; Let me lean harder on Thee, Jesus, Yes, harder all the way. Oh, what peace we often forfeit!

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Oh, what needless pain we bear! All because we do not carry Everything to God in prayer;. Jesus, where'er thy people meet, There they behold thy mercy-seat; Where'er they seek thee thou art found, And ev'ry place is hallow'd ground. For thou, within no walls confin'd, Inhabitest the humble mind; Such ever bring thee, where they come, And going, take thee to their home.

Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few! Thy former mercies here renew; Here, to our waiting hearts, proclaim The sweetness of thy saving name. Here may we prove the pow'r of pray'r, To strengthen faith, and sweeten care; To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all heav'n before our eyes. At thy commanding word, We stretch the curtain and the cord; Come thou, and fill this wider space, And help us with a large increase. Lord, we are few, but thou art near; Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear; Oh rend the heav'ns, come quickly down, And make a thousand hearts thine own!

O watch and fight, and pray. Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore. Fight on, my soul In the happy moments, praise Him, In the difficult moments, seek Him, In the busy moments, bless Him, In the quiet moments, worship Him. In the waiting moments, trust Him, In the painful moments, touch Him, In the lovely moments, thank Him, In the quiet moments, worship Him.

For the glory in all our moments, He is there, In goodness, in kindness, in love. Pray, though the gifts you ask for May never comfort your fears, May never repay your pleading:: Yet pray, and with hopeful tears, An answer --not that you sought for, But diviner--will come one day: Yet strive and wait and pray.

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Adelaide A. I asked the Lord, that I might grow In faith, and love, and every grace, Might more of His salvation know, And seek more earnestly His face. It was He who taught me thus to pray, And He, I trust has answered prayer; But it has been in such a way, As almost drove me to despair. I hoped that in some favored hour, At once He'd answer my request: And by His love's constraining power, Subdue my sins, and give me rest. Instead of this, He made me feel The hidden evils of my heart; And let the angry powers of hell Assault my soul in every part.

Yes more, with His own hand He seemed Intent to aggravate my woe; Crossed all the fair designs I schemed, Blasted my gourds, and laid me low. Lord, why is this, I trembling cried, Will You pursue Your worm to death? Prayer changes things -- and yet how blind And slow we are to taste and see The blessedness that comes to those Who trust in Thee. But henceforth we will just believe God. Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is neat. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try; Prayer is the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high.

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Written by James Montgomery, the son of a Moravian missionary, who, despite his religious teaching, did not learn of the joys of salvation until he had bitterly experienced the disappointments of the pleasures of this world. Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear; The unward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.

The saints in prayer appear as one, In word, and deed, and mind; While with the Father and the Son, Sweet felloship they find. The path of prayer thyself hast trod; Lord, teach us how to pray. Prayer makes darkened clouds withdraw, Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw; Gives exercise to faith and love, Brings every blessing from above. Prayers and praises go in pairs, They hath praises who hath prayers. Pray, though the gifts you ask for May never comfort your fears, May never repay your pleading:: Yet pray, and with hopeful tears, An answer --not that you sought for, But diviner--will come one day: Your eyes are too dim tosee it, Yet strive and wait and pray.

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Prayer was appointed to convey The blessings God designs to give. Long as they live should Christians pray; For only while they pray they. Depend on him, thou canst not fail; Make all thy wants and wishes known; Fear not, his merits must prevail; Ask what thou wilt, it shall be done. Shepherd Divine, our wants relieve In this and every day; To all Thy tempted followers give The power, to watch and pray. Spirit of the living God, Fall fresh on me. Spirit of the living god, Fall fresh on me. Break me! Melt me!

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Mold me! Fill me! Spirit of the living God, fall on me. My Lord calls me, He calls me by thunder, The trumpet sounds within my soul. Steal away, steal away, steal away to Jesus. Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, The joys I feel, the bliss I share of those whose anxious spirits burn with strong desires for thy return!

With such I hasten to the place Where God, my Saviour, shows his face, and gladly take my station there, and wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.

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Teach me to pray Lord, teach me to pray, This is my heart cry day unto day; I long to know Thy will and Thy way; Teach me to pray Lord, teach me to pray. My weakened will, Lord, teach me to pray; My sinful nature Thou canst subdue; Fill me just now with power anew, Power to pray and power to do!

Teach me to pray Lord, teach me to pray; Thou art my Pattern, day unto day; Thou art my surety, now and for aye; Teach me to pray, Lord, teach me to pray.

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Words and music by Albert S. Reitzd; copyright , renewal Broadman Press. Used by permission. Fillmore copyright Renewed by Nazarene Publishing House. Problems just tumbled about me, and heavier came each task. I woke up early this morning, and paused before entering the day; I had so much to accomplish that I had to take time to pray. The light of love is round His feet, His paths are never dim; And He comes nigh to us, when we Dare not come nigh to Him.

Let us be simple with Him, then, Not backward, stiff, or cold, As though our Bethlehem could be What Sinai was of old.

Poetic Meditations From An Anointing Of The Spirit

The Lord has heard and answered prayer and saved his people in distress; this to the coming age declare, that they his holy name may bless. All men in Zion shall declare his gracious name with one accord, when kings and nations gather there to serve and worship God the Lord. You, O Jehovah, shall endure, your throne forever is the same; and to all generations sure shall be your great memorial name.

Psalm The Psalter, ; alt. Bid the unruly throng depart, And leave the consecrated door. Devoted as it is to thee, A thievish swarm frequents the place; They steal away my joys from me, And rob my Saviour of his praise. I know them, and I hate their din; Am weary of the bustling crowd; But while their voice is heard within, I cannot serve thee as I would.

O for the joy thy presence gives; What peace shall reign when thou art here; Thy presence makes this den of thieves A calm, delightful house of prayer. And if thou make thy temple shine, Yet, self-abased, will I adore; The gold and silver are not mine; I give thee what was thine before. The Ministry of Intercession.

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