Heavenly
Father,
Thou hast placed me in the church
which
thy Son purchased by his own blood.
Add grace to grace
that I may live worthy
of my vocation.
I am a voyager
across life’s ocean;
Safe in
heaven’s ark, may I pass through
a troubled world
into the harbour of eternal rest.
I am a tree of the
vineyard thou hast planted.
Grant me not to be
barren, with worthless
leaves and wild
grapes;
Prune me of useless
branches;
Water me with dews
of blessing.
I am part of the
Lamb’s bride, the church.
Help me to be true,
faithful, chaste, loving,
pure, devoted;
Let no strong
affection wantonly dally
with the world.
May I live high
above a love of things temporal,
sanctified, cleansed,
unblemished, hallowed
by grace,
thy love my fullness,
thy glory my joy,
thy precepts my pathway,
thy cross my resting place.
My heart is not
always a flame of adoring love,
But, resting in thy
Son’s redemption,
I look forward to
the days of heaven,
where no langour shall oppress,
no iniquities chill,
no mists of unbelief
dim the eye,
no zeal ever tires.
Father, these
thoughts are the stay, prop,
and comfort of my
soul.