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Daily Light on the Daily Path
June 1

Morning

But the fruit of the Spirit is . . . patience . . . gentleness.

“The Lord, the Lord, a God merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and abounding in steadfast love and faithfulness.”

Walk in a manner worthy of the calling to which you have been called, with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love.—Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.—But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy and good fruits, impartial and sincere.—Love is patient and kind.

In due season we will reap, if we do not give up.—Be patient, therefore, brothers, until the coming of the Lord. See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient about it, until it receives the early and the late rains. You also, be patient. Establish your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is at hand.

Gal. 5:22, 23; Ex. 34:6; Eph. 4:1, 2; Eph. 4:32; Jas. 3:17; 1 Cor. 13:4; Gal. 6:9; Jas. 5:7, 8

OH LORD, When I read your Word, I see wars within me and not graciousness.
All impulse to do what is right and obedient comes from your Spirit alone, from the Spirit of your Son crying Abba, Father, in me.
I can not bring good treasure out of my heart unless you place it there.
I desire to do your will, Oh LORD.
Help me walk according to your Spirit.
Then I will walk without condemnation.
I rely upon you to direct my every thought today.
Lead me in the Way Everlasting.
Be Glorified in all the earth.
Amen.

http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/c/o/comethou.htm

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.

Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I’ll begin;
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;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.

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.

O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.
—Ro­bert Ro­bin­son, 1758