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Your Presence, Lord,

surpasses all Presents –

past, future, and Present!

– eab, 3/5/11

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Thank You Lord for sharing your world with me

Like the sight and sound of a peaceful sea,

The structure and smell of an evergreen tree,

Thank You Lord for sharing your world with me.

– eab, Nov. ’73

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ON-this-DATE   

5/14/1752, Timothy Dwight was born at Northampton,

Massachusetts.  He was a Congregationalist and a grandson

of the famous Jonathan Edwards.  Dwight was a state legislator,

a chaplain in the Continental Army, and a minister of the

Gospel of Jesus Christ.  In 1795 (when he was 43) he became

the president of Yale University.  He remained in this position

until his death at age 64.  In 1800 he wrote the hymn “I Love

Thy Kingdom, Lord.”  Dwight published a revision of Watts

Psalms and added 33 of his own hymns. He helped lead a revival

at Yale, in which he saw 75 of their 230 students converted to Christ. 

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Lord, with glowing heart I’d praise Thee, [1]
For the bliss Thy love bestows,
For the pardoning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows:
Help, O God, my weak endeavor;
This dull soul to rapture raise:
Thou must light the flame, or never
Can my love be warmed to praise.

Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,
Wretched wanderer, far astray;
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
From the paths of death away;
Praise, with love’s devoutest feeling,
Him Who saw thy guilt-born fear,
And the light of hope revealing,
Bade the blood-stained cross appear.

Praise thy Savior God that drew thee
To that cross, new life to give,
Held a blood sealed pardon to thee,
Bade thee look to Him and live.
Praise the grace whose threats alarmed thee,
Roused thee from thy fatal ease;
Praise the grace whose promise warmed thee,
Praise the grace that whispered peace.

Lord, this bosom’s ardent feeling
Vainly would my lips express.
Low before Thy footstool kneeling,
Deign Thy suppliant’s prayer to bless:
Let Thy grace, my soul’s chief treasure,
Love’s pure flame within me raise;
And, since words can never measure,
Let my life show forth Thy praise.

Francis S. (Scott) Key was born to Mr. and Mrs. John Ross Key,8/1/1779 at Pipes Creek, Maryland.  He became a devout Christian and after at­tend­ing St. John’s Coll­ege (An­nap­o­lis) became also a dedicated lawyer.  His dedication to law brought him eventually to the position of Dis­trict At­torn­ey of Wash­ing­ton, DC and placed him where he penned the na­tion­al an­them.

His dedication to Christ lead him to be a ves­try­man of St. John’s Church and Christ Church in George­town, and to teach a Sun­day School class.  Francis helped or­gan­ize the Do­mes­tic and For­eign Mis­sion­ary So­ci­e­ty (1820).  He also served on the com­mit­tee pre­par­ing the new Pro­test­ant Epis­co­pal hym­nal (1823).

Many more know Key as the au­thor “The Star Span­gled Ban­ner,” than know him as a disciple of Jesus and the author of the above hymn.  Key died1/11/1843 at Bal­ti­more, Mar­y­land.


[1] Penned in 1819; first printed inEpis­co­pa­li­anChurch Po­e­try (1823)

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There were ninety and nine that safely lay
In the shelter of the fold.
But one was out on the hills away,
Far off from the gates of gold.
Away on the mountains wild and bare.
Away from the tender Shepherd’s care.
Away from the tender Shepherd’s care.

“Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine;
Are they not enough for Thee?”
But the Shepherd made answer: “This of Mine
Has wandered away from Me;
And although the road be rough and steep,
I go to the desert to find My sheep,
I go to the desert to find My sheep.”

But none of the ransomed ever knew
How deep were the waters crossed;
Nor how dark was the night the Lord passed through
Ere He found His sheep that was lost.
Out in the desert He heard its cry,
Sick and helpless and ready to die;
Sick and helpless and ready to die.

“Lord, whence are those blood drops all the way
That mark out the mountain’s track?”
“They were shed for one who had gone astray
Ere the Shepherd could bring him back.”
“Lord, whence are Thy hands so rent and torn?”
“They are pierced tonight by many a thorn;
They are pierced tonight by many a thorn.”

And all through the mountains, thunder riven
And up from the rocky steep,
There arose a glad cry to the gate of Heaven,
“Rejoice! I have found My sheep!”
And the angels echoed around the throne,
“Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!
Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!”

Elizabeth Cecelia Douglas Clephane died this date, 2/19/1869, near Melrose – about 30 miles southeast of Edinburgh, Scotland.  (She was born 6/18/1830 at Edinburgh, Scotland.)  This lady, reported to have been called “The Sunbeam,” gave the world “There Were Ninety and Nine” and “Beneath the Cross of Jesus” (both published posthumously).

Ira D. Sankey is reported to have “written” the music for this poem (from a Brit newspaper) as he was playing it to a Scottish audience after D. L. Moody preached.  What genius?  Maybe, and what power of inspiration by the Holy Spirit.  This is said to be Sankey’s first try at writing a hymn/Gospel song tune.

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1. 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.
 
  Refrain
     Living in Thee, Lord, and Thou in me,
     constant abiding, this is my plea;
     Grant me Thy power, boundless and free,
     Power with men and power with Thee.
 
  2. Power in prayer, Lord, power in prayer!
     Here 'mid earth's sin and sorrow and care,
     Men lost and dying, souls in despair,
     O give me power, power in prayer!
   
  3. My weakened will, Lord, thou canst renew;
     My sinful nature Thou canst subdue.
     Fill me just now with power anew,
     Power to pray and power to do!
   
  4. 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.
Albert Simpson Reitz was born this date (1/20/1879) in Lyons, Kansas.  
He wrote 100 hymns in addition to pastoring several Baptist churches.  
He died 11/1/1966.

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