1. Hymn: Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Author: Robert Robinson (1735-1790)

Tune: NETTLETON, by Asahel Nettleton

(Vocal)

(Music)

1. Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
    Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
    Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
    Call for songs of loudest praise.
    Teach me some melodious sonnet,
    Sung by flaming tongues above.
    Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
    Mount of Thy redeeming love.

2. Here I raise my Ebenezer;
    Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
    And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
    Safely to arrive at home.
    Jesus sought me when a stranger,
    Wandering from the fold of God;
    He, to rescue me from danger,
    Interposed His precious blood.

3. O to grace how great a debtor
    Daily I’m constrained to be!
    Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
    Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
    Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
    Prone to leave the God I love;
    Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
    Seal it for Thy courts above.

4. Devotional: Run With Patience

Run With Patience

by George Matheson (1842-1906)

Let us run with patience (Hebrews 12:1). 

    To run with patience is a very difficult thing. Running is apt to suggest the absence of patience, the eagerness to reach the goal. We commonly associate patience with lying down. We think of it as the angel that guards the couch of the invalid. Yet, I do not think the invalid's patience the hardest to achieve. 

    There is a patience which I believe to be harder - the patience that can run. To lie down in the time of grief, to be quiet under the stroke of adverse fortune, implies a great strength; but I know of something that implies a strength greater still: It is the power to work under a stroke; to have a great weight at your heart and still to run; to have a deep anguish in your spirit and still perform the daily task. It is a Christlike thing! 

    Many of us would nurse our grief without crying if we were allowed to nurse it. The hard thing is that most of us are called to exercise our patience, not in bed, but in the street. We are called to bury our sorrows, not in lethargic quiescence, but in active service - in the exchange, in the workshop, in the hour of social intercourse, in the contribution to another's joy. There is no burial of sorrow so difficult as that; it is the "running with patience." 

    This was Thy patience, O Son of man! It was at once a waiting and a running - a waiting for the goal, and a doing of the lesser work meantime. I see Thee at Cana turning the water into wine lest the marriage feast should be clouded. I see Thee in the desert feeding a multitude with bread just to relieve a temporary want. All, all the time, Thou wert bearing a mighty grief, unshared, unspoken. Men ask for a rainbow in the cloud; but I would ask more from Thee. I would be, in my cloud, myself a rainbow - a minister to others' joy. My patience will be perfect when it can work in the vineyard. 

3. Hymn: Sun Of My Soul, Thou Savior Dear

Sun Of My Soul, Thou Savior Dear

Author: John Keble (1792-1866)

Tune: HURSLEY, by Peter Ritter

(Vocal)

(Music)

1. Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,
    It is not night if Thou be near;
    Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise
    To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.

2. When the soft dews of kindly sleep
    My weary eyelids gently steep,
    Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
    Forever on my Saviour's breast.

3. Abide with me from morn till eve,
    For without Thee I cannot live,
    Abide with me when night is nigh,
    For without Thee I dare not die.

4. If some poor wandering child of Thine
    Have spurned to-day the voice divine,
    Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
    Let him no more lie down in sin.

5. Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
    With blessings from Thy boundless store;
    Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
    Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.

6. Come near and bless us when we wake,
    Ere through the world our way we take;
    Till in the ocean of Thy love
    We lose ourselves in heaven above.

2. Hymn: Great Is Thy Faithfulness

Great Is Thy Faithfulness

Author: Thomas O. Chisholm (1866-1960)

Tune: FAITHFULNESS, by William M. Runyan

(Vocal)

(Music)

1. Great is thy faithfulness, O God my Father;
    There is no shadow of turning with thee;
    Thou changest not, thy compassions, they fail not;
    As thou hast been thou forever will be.

Refrain: 

Great is thy faithfulness! Great is thy faithfulness! 

Morning by morning new mercies I see; 

All I have needed thy hand hath provided; 

Great is thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!  

2. Summer and winter and springtime and harvest,
    Sun, moon and stars in their courses above
    Join with all nature in manifold witness
    To thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.

3. Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth
    Thy own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
    Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
    Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!

1. Hymn: Far Away In The Depths Of My Spirit Tonight

Far Away In The Depths Of My Spirit Tonight

Author: W. D. Cornell (1858-1930s)

Tune: WONDERFUL PEACE, by W. G. Cooper

(Vocal)

(Music)

1. Far away in the depths of my spirit tonight
    Rolls a melody sweeter than psalm;
    In celestial-like strains it unceasingly falls
    O’er my soul like an infinite calm.

Refrain: 

Peace! Peace! wonderful peace, 

Coming down from the Father above; 

Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray, 

In fathomless billows of love.  

2. What a treasure I have in this wonderful peace,
    Buried deep in the heart of my soul;
    So secure that no power can mine it away,
    While the years of eternity roll.

3. I am resting tonight in this wonderful peace,
    Resting sweetly in Jesus’ control;
    For I’m kept from all danger by night and by day,
    And His glory is flooding my soul.

4. And methinks when I rise to that City of peace,
    Where the Author of peace I shall see,
    That one strain of the song which the ransomed will sing,
    In that heavenly kingdom shall be.

5. Ah! soul, are you here without comfort or rest,
    Marching down the rough pathway of time?
    Make Jesus your friend ere the shadows grow dark;
    Oh, accept this sweet peace so sublime.

1. Hymn: I Could Not Do Without Thee

I Could Not Do Without Thee

Author: Frances R. Havergal (1836-1879)

Modern Tune, by Craig Curry
(Vocal)
(Music)

1. I could not do without Thee, 

    O Saviour of the lost, 

    Whose precious blood redeemed me 

    At such tremendous cost; 

    Thy righteousness, Thy pardon, 

    Thy precious blood, must be 

    My only hope and comfort, 

    My glory and my plea.  

2. I could not do without Thee, 

    I cannot stand alone, 

    I have no strength or goodness, 

    No wisdom of my own; 

    But Thou, beloved Saviour, 

    Art all in all to me, 

    And weakness will be power 

    If leaning hard on Thee.  

3. I could not do without Thee, 

    For, oh, the way is long, 

    And I am often weary, 

    And sight replaces song; 

    How could I do without Thee? 

    I do not know the way; 

    Thou knowest, and Thou leadest, 

    And wilt not let me stray.  

4. I could not do without Thee, 

    O Jesus, Saviour dear; 

    E'en when my eyes are holden, 

    I know that Thou art near. 

    How dreary and how lonely 

    This changeful life would be, 

    Without the sweet communion, 

    The secret rest with Thee!  

5. I could not do without Thee; 

    No other friend can read 

    The spirit's strange deep longings, 

    Interpreting its need; 

    No human heart could enter 

    Each dim recess of mine, 

    And soothe, and hush, and calm it, 

    O blessed Lord, but Thine.  

6. I could not do without Thee, 

    For years are fleeting fast, 

    And soon in solemn loneliness 

    The river must be passed; 

    But Thou wilt never leave me, 

    And though the waves roll high, 

    I know Thou wilt be near me, 

    And whisper, "It is I." 

1. Hymn: Jesus! The Very Thought Of Thee

Jesus! The Very Thought Of Thee

Author: St. Bernard of Clairvaux (1090-1153)

Tune: ST. AGNES, by John B. Dykes

(Vocal)

(Music)

1. Jesus! the very thought of Thee 

    With sweetness fills my breast; 

    But sweeter far Thy face to see, 

    And in Thy presence rest.  

2. Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, 

    Nor can the mem'ry find 

    A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name, 

    O Savior of mankind!  

3. O hope of ev'ry contrite heart, 

    O joy of all the meek! 

    To those who fall, how kind Thou art! 

    How good to those who seek!  

4. But what to those who find? ah, this 

    Nor tongue nor pen can show. 

    The love of Jesus, what it is, 

    None but his loved ones know.  

5. Jesus, our only Joy be Thou, 

    As Thou our Prize wilt be: 

    Jesus, be thou our Glory now, 

    And through eternity!

1. Hymn: Say Not, My Soul

Say Not, My Soul

Author: J. J. Lynch

1. Say not, my soul, ‘From whence  

    Can God relieve my care?’  

    Remember that Omnipotence  

    Hath servants everywhere

2. His help is always sure,
    His methods seldom guessed;
    Delay will make our pleasure pure;
    Surprise will give it zest.  

3. His wisdom is sublime,
    His heart profoundly kind;
    God never is before His time,
    And never is behind.  

4. Hast thou assumed a load
    Which none will bear with thee?
    And art thou bearing it for God,
    And shall He fail to see?  

5. Be comforted at heart,
    Thou art not left alone;
    Now thou the Lord’s companion art
    Soon thou shalt share His throne.

5. Hymn: The Inner Calm

The Inner Calm

Author: Horatius Bonar

1. Calm me, my God, and keep me calm, 

    While these hot breezes blow; 

    Be like the night-dew's cooling balm 

    Upon earth's fevered brow.  

2. Calm me, my God, and keep me calm, 

    Soft resting on Thy breast; 

    Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm, 

    And bid my spirit rest.  

3. Calm me, my God, and keep me calm, 

    Let Thine outstretched wing 

    Be like the shade of Elim's palm 

    Beside her desert-spring.  

4. Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude 

    The sounds my ear that greet, 

    Calm in the closet's solitude, 

    Calm in the bustling street;  

5. Calm in the hour of buoyant health, 

    Calm in the hour of pain; 

    Calm in my poverty or wealth, 

    Calm in my loss or gain;  

6. Calm in the sufferance of wrong, 

    Like Him who bore my shame, 

    Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting throng, 

    Who hate Thy holy Name;  

7. Calm when the great world's news with power    

    My listening spirit stir; 

    Let not the tidings of the hour    

    E'er find too fond an ear. 

8. Calm as the ray of sun or star 

    Which storms assail in vain; 

    Moving unruffled through earth's war, 

    The eternal calm to gain. 

4. Devotional: God Of Every Detail

God Of Every Detail

by Charles R. Swindoll

Numbers 27:12–23; Deuteronomy 34:9

    I am always amazed to hear how the Lord uses His Word in the lives of His people. I don't know your circumstances. I don't know how God intends to use this episode from the life of Moses in your own life.  

    It may be that these words fall on a very hungry heart. Or perhaps you have been strengthened and encouraged with the thought that you're very special to God, that none of His children are insignificant. Or maybe you're engaged in the awesome task of finding a man or a woman for a position that carries a great weight of responsibility, and you've been reminded that you are dependent, more than ever, on God to locate His Joshua. Or perhaps you are that Joshua, and you've been asked to accept a responsibility broader than you ever dreamed.  

    Whatever your circumstances, I want to remind you that our heavenly Father cares about areas of your life that would seem insignificant to a distant deity. He's never too busy to hear your hurts, to wipe away your tears, to whisper words of encouragement, and to put His big shoulder under your load. He's the God who cares about the details.  

    As I write these words, I'm praying that our sovereign God might be a very personal comfort to you this week. I pray especially for you who are wrestling with loneliness and discouragement. Even though you're surrounded by people, deep within there's an ache. Friend, God can meet your need as only He can, even as He did in the heart of Moses just a few hours before the great man's death.  

    If you're God's Joshua, you don't need to worry that you'll be forgotten. You don't need to worry that the shadow of your predecessor will eclipse you and your ministry in the years to come. In fact, you don't need to worry about anything. If you're God's Joshua, you're right where you ought to be. Remind yourself that He is sovereign. He has everything under His control. He will have His way in His time, for His glory, which includes your life, your position, and your future. Worrying over any of that is a waste. He's got every detail covered—every one. 

    Think of it this way: there's no such thing as God's being almost sovereign. We don’t have a God who’s almost sovereign. He's got EVERY detail covered.