Our Heavenly Father, God of all,
Who saves us from our prideful Fall,
We give you thanks for life and limb,
For words to praise, for heart and hymn.
In days of woe, in hours of fear,
We seek you Lord, come and be near,
Descend upon our worried mind,
With peace and joy for all mankind.
Awesome God, awaken in us that deep fear of you which recognizes your majestic Person, seeks the pure holiness of righteousness and love, and draws upon your unbroken promises to step firmly toward the future. Let reverence for your Oneness keep us from taking your love for granted. Your judgments are perfect, O Lord! Remind us that sin will be thrown into the lake of everlasting fire. We fear you as him who can destroy both body and soul. And we rejoice that true fear draws us near to you, rather than making us shrink back from your manifestation. Such is your purpose, and in it we glory.
Father of your people, thank you for bringing us to life. Give us energy and motivation today to serve with love and kindness.
Prepare me for that great day in heaven.
Give me ever greater assurance of salvation and of your existence, of your nature to reward the one who seeks you.
Help me live in holiness and fear of you.
Thank you for the blessings of the morning, for the lovingkindess of the day, for the peace and contentment of the evening.
Make your presence known.
Yours is the praise, the honor, and glory now and forever.
Doubt is darkness — I would walk in light —
Even the children know the blinding fright
Of blackness — But adults learn to love the shadow —
Here reign both open shame and bitterest sorrow.
To you, O Lord, the God of splendor and glory,
I turn — as face to sun, to feel your very
Presence and power — no cloud to cast a gloom
Upon you — filling even an empty tomb.
What windows look upon your face,
Through darkest hour and hardest race,
Where can we see the upward turn? —
Your sovereign hand we’d soon discern.
I see the waves and howling wind,
The chilly vale where men walk blind,
And fail, in swelling pride, to heal —
I most believe the fear I feel.
Till Jesus comes, will I have faith?
Or will I be an object of wrath?
My will to endure, O Lord, is small —
Along the way let me not fall.