Forgive, oh Lord, our countless faults and failures; Open our holden eyes that we may see That the only safe high road for any nation To travel is the road marked out by Thee. Give us unfailing wisdom as a people Lest we forget Thy Word, Thy way, Thy will; We would be humble, knowing our dependence Upon Thee, courageous Lord. Be with us still. Help us keep our precious, priceless freedom; Give us the courage and the strength to stand Unmoved for right whatever foe may threaten, And make us worthy of our much- blessed land. — Grace Noll Crowell PRAY, GIVE, GO Three things the Master hath to do. And we who serve Him here below, And long to see His kingdom come, Must pray, and give, and go. He needs them all . . . the open hand, The willing feet, the asking heart . . . To work together and to weave The three-fold cord that shall not part. Nor shall the giver count his gift As greater than the worker's deed, Nor he in turn his service boast Above the prayers that voice the need. Not all can go; not all can give To arm the others for the fray; But young or old, or rich or poor Or strong or weak . . . we all can pray; Pray that the full hands open wide To speed the message on its way; That those who hear the call may go, And . . . pray that other hearts may pray. — Annie Johnson Flint
THE OFFERING PLATE In nearly ev'ry church you'll find Where people congregate. The time will come and that's for sure To pass the off'ring plate. And as it goes from row to row To do its little chore, It must feel awful sad at times When it returns, I'm sure. Imagine going row to row And empty you returned, Not that you hadn't done your best But that your best was spurned. I'll tell you if these plates cold talk They'd have a lot to tell, And if it ever went in print My, how these books would sell! There's a Mrs., well you know her name And Mr. so-and-so, They're just about the sweetest folks, That anyone can know. But somehow when it's time to give And help to pay the bills, They sit there with that look of pain Like those who've got the chills. It isn't that these plates would tell Of how much folks should give, Or how some people run their lives Or how some others live, It's only that they want to serve Where church folks congregate, And come back smilin' to the front A well-filled off'ring plate. — Walt Huntley HE IS COMING "Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is" (I John 3:2). Children of God, "Lift up your heads," Redemption draweth nigh: Soon we shall see the morning break Across the eastern sky.
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