Fervent Friday

I've been a little busy lately, in case you couldn't come from my lack of posting on any day other than a Friday... :) For those of you who don't know, I was asked to accompany for the high school's spring musical, ("Honk") and the rehearsals and my private practicing is taking up ALL of my time. :) At least it's fun!

Today's song reminds me of how important it is to rely on Him to get me through each and every day, no matter how crazy my schedule is. Enjoy! :)

I need Thee every hour, most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like Thine can peace afford.
I need Thee every hour, stay Thou nearby;

Temptations lose their pow’r when Thou art nigh.

I need Thee, oh, I need Thee;
Every hour I need Thee;
Oh, bless me now, my Savior,
I come to Thee.


I need Thee every hour, in joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide, or life is vain.
I need Thee every hour; Lord, teach me Thy will;

And Thy rich promises in me fulfill.

I need Thee, oh, I need Thee;
Every hour I need Thee;
Oh, bless me now, my Savior,
I come to Thee.

I need Thee every hour, most Holy One;
Oh, make me Thine indeed, Thou blessed Son.
 
I need Thee, oh, I need Thee;
Every hour I need Thee;
Oh, bless me now, my Savior,
I come to Thee.

Fervent Friday

Starting today, each Friday I will be sharing the lyrics from a favorite song or hymn of mine. I've decided to name it "Fervent Friday". (I thought everyone's suggestions on facebook and here were great! I just ended up choosing something completely different. :) Hope you all understand!!)

fervent - adjective

1. having or showing great warmth or intensity of spirit, feeling, enthusiasm, etc.; ardent: a fervent admirer; a fervent plea 
2. hot, burning, glowing

I know that by the end of the week I am often worn out and looking forward to the weekend - to rest and relaxation! I often don't want to clean my house, read my Bible or start gathering the info for our taxes (yikes!) on that day just because I want to be lazy. However, our love for the Savior and desire to please Him should never fade or die, but should be intense, fiery, fervent. (Hence the title. :) )

Music often inspires me in a way that not much else can, and sometimes simple lyrics put to a beautiful tune can set my heart aright on a terrible day. So, to kick-off Friday, here's a hymn that I grew to love while in college. I remember singing it during our morning chapel time and it soon became a favorite during our periodic evening hymn-sings. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Spirit of God, descend upon my heart;
Wean it from earth, through all its pulses move;
Stoop to my weakness, mighty as Thou art,
And make me love Thee as I ought to love.

Hast Thou not bid us love Thee, God and King?
All, all thine own, soul, heart and strength and mind;
I see Thy cross there teach my heart to cling:
O let me seek Thee, and O let me find.


Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh;
Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear,
To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh;
Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer.


Teach me to love Thee as Thine angels love,
One holy passion filling all my frame;
The baptism of the heav'n-descended Dove,
My heart an altar, and Thy love the flame.

Written by George Croly

"My Song is Love Unknown"

Today, while flipping through a hymnal, I found a song with profoundly touching lyrics and a beautiful haunting melody that I want to share with all of you. (It's #162 in the Hymns of Truth and Praise hymnal -- the red book) Enjoy...

My song is love unknown, my Savior's love to me
Love to the loveless shown, that they might lovely be
Oh who am I, that for my sake my Lord should take frail flesh and die?

He came from His blest throne, salvation to bestow;
But men made strange, and none the longed-for Christ would know;
But O, my Friend, my Friend indeed, who at my need His life did spend!

Sometimes they strew His way, and His sweet praises sing;
Resounding all the day Hosannas to their King:
Then "Crucify!" is all their breath, and for His death they thirst and cry.

They rise, and needs will have my dear Lord made a way;
A murderer they save, the Prince of Life they slay.
Yet cheerful He to suff'ring goes, that He His foes from thence might free.

Here might I stay and sing, no story so divine;
Never was love, dear King, never was grief like Thine,
This is my Friend, in whose sweet praise I all my days could gladly spend.