Be Thou My Vision

Words: Attributed to Dallan Forgaill, 8th Century (Rob tu mo bhoile, a Comdi cride); translated from ancient Irish to English by Mary E. Byrne, in “Eriú,” Journal of the School of Irish Learning, 1905, and versed by Eleanor H. Hull, 1912, alt.

Music: Slane, of Irish folk origin (MIDI, score). Slane Hill is about ten miles from Tara in County Meath. It was on Slane Hill around 433 AD that St. Patrick defied a royal edict by lighting candles on Easter Eve. High King Logaire of Tara had decreed that no one could light a fire before Logaire began the pagan spring festival by lighting a fire on Tara Hill. Logaire was so impressed by Patrick’s devotion that, despite his defiance (or perhaps because of it), he let him continue his missionary work. The rest is history.

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Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.


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My victory won! Such a light heart offers up this hymn. A God so loving He gave His son to provide us a chance to be with Him for all eternity.

Can you imagine what it cost Him to give His son's life... to watch Him ridiculed, beat, spat on, and murdered..all for us. Could you do the same? Would you like to have the assurance of spending all eternity with Him? An eternal life in Heaven can be yours for the asking. If you would like to accept Christ as your savior, please, email me and we can make that walk together. I would like to pray for and with you.

Dear Sweet Jesus,

You are amazing! I offer my life to You. I bow down before You. I sing Your praises and dance with joy before You. Oh, for all to know You as I do. Please bring me those that I might share my love for You.

God, I ask for Your protection for my friends that lost their jobs and are seeking Your face. They do not want to move forward without Your guidance. Give them peace and a sense of Your presence. Provide for all their needs.

God, I ask for healing for all who are suffering..be it physical, mental or spiritual. There is so much suffering and Your are the great Physician.

Abba, You are in control and we offer our all to You.

In Jesus' Name,
Amen.

So excited about what I see God doing all around me. Please, comment to let me know of things you see God doing.

New Year! New You?

I am sorry I have been off of here for a month but I was working as many as 76 hours a week. Life is back to normal, for me. So a daily Prayer Connection should be possible.

Hymn of the day:

Words & Music: James M. Black, 1893 (MI­DI, score). Black, a Meth­od­ist Sun­day school teach­er in Wil­liams­port, Penn­syl­van­ia, was call­ing roll one day for a youth meet­ing. Young Bes­sie, daugh­ter of a drunk­ard, did not show up, and he was dis­ap­point­ed at her fail­ure to ap­pear. Black made a com­ment to the ef­fect, “Well, I trust when the roll is called up yon­der, she’ll be there.” He tried to re­spond with an ap­prop­ri­ate song, but could not find one in his song book:

This lack of a fit­ting song caused me both sor­row and dis­ap­point­ment. An in­ner voice seemed to say, “Why don’t you write one?” I put away the thought. As I opened the gate on my way home, the same thought came again so strong­ly that tears filled my eyes. I en­tered the house and sat down at the pi­a­no. The words came to me ef­fort­less­ly…The tune came the same way—I dared not change a sin­gle note or word.

This song was sung in the Aca­de­my award win­ning mo­vie Ser­geant York (1941).


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When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound, and time shall be no more,
And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair;
When the saved of earth shall gather over on the other shore,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

Refrain

When the roll, is called up yon-der,
When the roll, is called up yon-der,
When the roll, is called up yon-der,
When the roll is called up yonder I’ll be there.

On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise,
And the glory of His resurrection share;
When His chosen ones shall gather to their home beyond the skies,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

Refrain

Let us labor for the Master from the dawn till setting sun,
Let us talk of all His wondrous love and care;
Then when all of life is over, and our work on earth is done,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

Refrain


I hope when the roll up yonder is called...you will be there...will you? If you don't know our Lord and would like to email me and we can walk together as you make that life changing decision.

Dear Sweet Jesus,

I call out in Your name to reach out and save all those sitting on the fence. Heaven has no limit to the number who may enter...we only have to believe. I am reminded of the saying " the more the merrier" and won't it be merry? Singing and praising the Father and being able to dance before You. Be still my heart, I so long for that day when I can see You face to face.

Lord, You know of the friends who lost their jobs this week. I pray for them that You will provide just the right job for them. Ease any fears they may have and give them a sense of peace.

Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, for You are in the Heavens and all is right with the world. Let us rest in that.

Your little girl, forever,

Penny

The artwork is titled: The Calling of the Chosen to Heaven