HIS LAMPS
SAID A PRAYER FOR YOU LAST NIGHT
His lamps are we, To shine where He shall say; And lamps are not for sunny rooms. Nor for the light of day: But for dark places of the earth. Where shame and wrong, and crime have birth. Or for the murky twilight gray. Where wandering sheep have gone astray. Or where the lamp of faith grows dim And souls are groping after Him, And as sometimes a flame we find. Clear shining through the night, So dark we cannot see the lamp— But only see the light— So may we shine, His love the flame. That men may glorify His name. — Annie Johnson Flint Lord, keep me sweet when I grow old, And things in life seem hard to bear; When I feel sad and all alone, And people do not seem to care. O keep me sweet when time has caused This body, which is now so strong, To droop beneath its load of years, And suffering and pain have come. And keep me sweet when I have grown To worry so, at din and noise; And help me smile, the while I watch The noisy play of girls and boys. Help me remember how that I, When I was younger than today, And full of life and health and joy, Would romp and shout, in happy play. Help me to train my heart, each day. That it will only sweetness hold; And as the days and years roll on, May I keep sweet, as I grow old. O keep me sweet, and let me look Beyond the frets that life must hold, To see the glad eternal joys; Yes, keep me sweet, in growing old. WHEN I AM OLD
I said a prayer for you last night, And asked the Lord above To fortify your faith in Him And comfort you with love. I did not know what you might face. What testing time might come But through life's darkest hours, my friend, Are greatest victories won. Our God is equal to each day. He cares and understands Our deepest needs, our greatest loss, He helps us to withstand. After we have done our best And nothing else can do, 'Tis then that faith must take its stand Connecting God with you. Our very best is not enough. Our strength is weak indeed But if we will invite Him to, He'll help us to succeed. I said a prayer for you last -night, For Jesus answers prayer. I asked the Lord to strengthen you And keep you in His care! WHEN WE GROW OLD What can we do when we grow old, And our hair is turned to gray? There is much that we can do, If we simply watch and pray. We can laugh with little children, Cheer up others old and gray, The lonely and forgotten ones, Whom we meet along life's way. We can smile at those around us Though sometimes it's hard to smile;
Someone's burden may be lifted, So that makes a smile worth while. Sometimes I think, God loves, us most When we grow old and gray, And take more time to think of Him, More time to watch and pray.
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