CHRIST IS ALL

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O LOVER TO THE UTTERMOST,

May I read the meltings of Thy heart to me
in the manger of Thy birth,
in the garden of Thy agony,
in the cross of Thy suffering,
in the tomb of Thy resurrection,
in the heaven of Thy intercession.

Bold in this thought I defy my adversary,
tread down his temptations,
resist his schemings,
renounce the world,
am valiant for truth.

Deepen in me a sense of my holy relationship to Thee,
as spiritual Bridegroom,
as Jehovah’s fellow,
as sinners’ friend.

I think of Thy glory and my vileness,
Thy majesty and my meanness,
Thy beauty and my deformity,
Thy purity and my filth,
Thy righteousness and my iniquity.

Thou hast loved me everlastingly,
unchangeably,
may I love Thee as I am loved;

Thou hast given Thyself for me,
may I give myself to Thee;

Thou hast died for me,
may I live to Thee,
in every moment of my time,
in every movement of my mind,
in every pulse of my heart.

May I never dally with the world and its allurements,
but walk by Thy side,
listen to Thy voice,
be clothed with Thy graces,
and be adorned with Thy righteousness.

— Puritan poem from “Valley of Vision”

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