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Our Heavenly Father, Hear the Prayer We Offer Now   1 comment

Above:  The High Altar, Episcopal Church of the Good Shepherd, Covington, Georgia, May 7, 2017

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Hymn Source = Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church (Unitas Fratrum) (1923), Moravian Church in America

Text by James Montgomery (1771-1854)

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Our heavenly Father, hear

The prayer we offer now;

Thy Name be hallowed far and near,

To Thee all nations bow.

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Thy kingdom come; Thy will

On earth be done in love,

As saints and seraphim fulfill

Thy perfect law above.

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Our daily bread supply,

While by Thy Word we live;

The guilt of our iniquity

Forgive us, as we forgive.

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From dark temptation’s power,

From Satan’s wiles defend;

Deliver in the evil hour,

And guide us to the end.

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Thine, then, for ever be

Glory and power divine;

The scepter, throne and majesty

Of heaven and earth are Thine.

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Thus humbly taught to pray,

By Thy beloved Son,

Through Him we come  to Thee, and say

All for His sake be done.

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This is post #1850 of GATHERED PRAYERS.

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Prayer Is the Soul’s Sincere Desire   1 comment

Above:  The High Altar, All Saints’ Episcopal Church, Atlanta, Georgia, May 14, 2017

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Text (1819) by James Montgomery (1771-1854)

Hymn Source = Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church (1969), Moravian Church in America

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Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire,

Unuttered or expressed,

The motion of a hidden fire

That trembles in the breast.

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Prayer is the burden of a sigh,

The falling of a tear,

The upward glancing of an eyes,

When none but God is near.

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Prayer is the simplest form of speech

That infant lips can try;

Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach

The Majesty on high.

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Prayer is the Christian’s vital breath;

The Christian’s native air,

His watchword at the gates of death;

He enters heaven with prayer.

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Prayer is the contrite sinner’s voice,

Returning from his ways;

While angels in their songs rejoice

And cry, “Behold, he prays!”

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O Thou by Whom we come to God,

The Life, the Truth, the Way!

The path of prayer Thyself hast trod;

Lord, teach us how to pray.

Lord, Teach Us How to Pray Aright   1 comment

Above:  The High Altar, St. Luke’s Episcopal Church, Atlanta, Georgia

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Text (1818) by James Montgomery (1771-1854)

Hymn Source = Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church (1969), Moravian Church in America

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Lord, teach us how to pray aright,

With reverence and with fear;

Though dust and ashes in Thy sight,

We may, we must draw near.

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God of all grace, we come to Thee

With broken, contrite hearts;

Give what Thine eye delights to see,

Truth in the inward parts.

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Give deep humility; the sense

Of godly sorrow give;

A strong, desiring confidence

To hear Thy voice and live;

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Faith in the only sacrifice

That can for sin atone,

To cast our hopes, to fix our eyes

On Christ, on Christ alone;

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Patience to watch, and wait, and weep,

Though mercy long delay;

Courage our fainting souls to keep,

And trust Thee though Thou slay;

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Give these, and then Thy will be done;

Thus strengthened with all might,

We, by Thy Spirit and Thy Son,

Shall pray and pray  aright.

Almighty God, in Humble Prayer   1 comment

Above:  The High Altar, Holy Trinity Episcopal Church, Decatur, Georgia, June 11, 2017

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Text (1825) by James Montgomery (1771-1854)

Hymn Source = Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church (1969), Moravian Church in America

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Almighty God, in humble prayer

To Thee our souls we lift;

Be Thou our waiting minds prepare

For Thy most needful gift.

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We ask not golden streams of wealth

Along our path to flow;

We ask not undecaying health,

Nor length of years below;

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We ask not honors, which an hour

May bring and take away;

We ask not pleasure, pomp, and power,

Lest we should go astray.

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We ask not for wisdom:  Lord, impart

The knowledge how to live;

A wise and understanding heart

To all before Thee give.

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The young remember Thee in youth

Before the evil day!

The old be guided by Thy truth

In wisdom’s pleasant way!

Father of Eternal Grace!   1 comment

Above:  Christ Pantocrator

Scan by Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Text (1807; published in 1808) by James Montgomery (1771-1854)

Hymn Source = Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church (Unitas Fratrum) (1923), Moravian Church in America

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Father of eternal grace!

Glorify Thyself in me;

Meekly beaming in my face

May the world Thine image see.

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Happy only in Thy love,

Poor, unfriended or unknown;

Fix my thoughts on things above,

Stay my heart on Thee alone.

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Humble, holy, all resigned

To Thy will–Thy will be done!

Give me, Lord!  the perfect mind

Of Thy well-beloved Son.

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Counting gain and glory loss,

May I tread the path He trod;

Die with Jesus on the Cross,

Rise with Him, to Thee, my God!

Christ, Above All Glory Seated   3 comments

Above:  Christ in Majesty

Image in the Public Domain

Hymn Source = The Hymnal (1911), Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A.

Anonymous Latin Text (500s or 600s)

English Translation (1852) by James Russell Woodford (1820-1885), Anglican Bishop of Ely (1873-1885)

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Christ, above all glory seated,

King triumphant, strong to save,

Dying, Thou hast death defeated,

Buried, Thou hast spoiled the grave.

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Thou art gone where now is given

What no mortal might could gain,

On the eternal throne of heaven

In Thy Father’s power to reign.

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There Thy kingdoms all adore Thee,

Heaven above and earth below;

While the depths of hell before Thee

Trembling and amazed bow.

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We, O Lord, with hearts adoring,

Follow Thee beyond the sky:

Hear our prayers Thy grace imploring,

Lift our souls to Thee on high;

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So when Thou again in glory

On the clouds of heaven shalt shine,

We Thy flock may stand before Thee,

Owned for evermore as Thine.

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Hail!  all hail!  In Thee confiding,

Jesus, Thee shall all adore,

In Thy Father’s might abiding

With one Spirit evermore.

Within the Father’s House   1 comment

Above:  Young Jesus in the Temple

Image in the Public Domain

Text (1863) by James Russell Woodford (1820-1885), Anglican Bishop of Ely (1873-1885)

Hymn Source = The Hymnal (1941), Evangelical and Reformed Church

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Within the Father’s house

The Son hath found His home;

And to His temple suddenly

The Lord of life hath come.

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The doctors of the law

Gaze on the wondrous Child,

And marvel at His gracious words

Of wisdom undefiled.

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Yet not to them is given

The mighty truth to know,

To lift the fleshly veil which hides

Incarnate God below.

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The secret of the Lord

Escapes each human eye,

And faithful pondering hearts await

The full epiphany.

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Lord, visit Thou our souls,

And teach us by Thy grace

Each dim revealing of Thyself

With loving awe to trace;

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Till from our darkened sight

The cloud shall pass away,

And on the cleansed soul shall burst

The everlasting day.