Posts Tagged ‘Living for Jesus’

“You don’t have to live

life that strict!” “Relax, have fun.”

Why do you say these things? Who do you think I’m trying to please: myself or God?

With Whom do you think I want to “spend” eternity? Selfish souls (All in hell will be selfish.)

or with the one Whom, our Lord taught us to call, “Our Father”?

– eab, 12/17/16

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Living for self can kill a marriage. 



Living for Jesus can resurrect it   

– eab, 4/16/11

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Living for Jesus, a life that is true,
Striving to please Him in all that I do;
Yielding allegiance, glad hearted and free,
This is the pathway of blessing for me.


O Jesus, Lord and Savior, I give myself to Thee,
For Thou, in Thy atonement, didst give Thyself for me.
I own no other Master, my heart shall be Thy throne.
My life I give, henceforth to live, O Christ, for Thee alone.


Living for Jesus Who died in my place,
Bearing on Calvary my sin and disgrace;
Such love constrains me to answer His call,
Follow His leading and give Him my all.


Living for Jesus, wherever I am,
Doing each duty in His holy Name;
Willing to suffer affliction and loss,
Deeming each trial a part of my cross.


Living for Jesus through earth’s little while,
My dearest treasure, the light of His smile;
Seeking the lost ones He died to redeem,
Bringing the weary to find rest in Him.

Thomas Obadiah (T. O.) Chisholm was born this date, 7/29/1866, at Franklin, Kentucky.  He was a Methodist pastor, a teacher, an editor, and a poet.  Technically I could have met him (didn’t) but I did know Paul W Finch who knew Bro. Chisholm (so feel a little connected).  Of his 1,200 (+) poems three are: “Oh, To Be Like Thee” “Great Is Thy Faithfulness” and “Living for Jesus.”  He died 2/29/1960 at Ocean Grove, New Jer­sey.

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“Waiting on the Lord”       (refrain and stanzas 2,3)


The power! the power!
Gives vict’ry over sin, and purity within;
The power! the power!
The pow’r they had at Pentecost.


Waiting on the Lord, giving all to Jesus;
Waiting on the Lord, till from sin He frees us;
Waiting on the Lord for the heav’nly breezes;
Waiting in the upper room.


Waiting on the Lord, longing to mount higher;
Waiting on the Lord, having great desire;
Waiting on the Lord, for the heav’nly fire;
Waiting in the upper room.


Charles Frederick Weigle died this date in Chattanooga, Tennessee, the city in which he had worked some years with Tennessee Temple Schools.  Weigle was born in LaFayette, Indaina (11/20/1871), attended Cincinnati Conservatory of Music (now a part of University of Cincinnati) and went on to preach and to write some 1000 songs.  See also “I Love to Walk with Jesus,” “Living for Jesus” and “No One ever Cared for Me Like Jesus”

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