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To: Knitting A Conundrum

Psa 134:1 Come, praise the LORD, all his servants, all who serve in his Temple at night.
Psa 134:2 Raise your hands in prayer in the Temple, and praise the LORD!
Psa 134:3 May the LORD, who made heaven and earth, bless you from Zion!

Lord we thank you for your lovong kindness today. I ask your watchful care over your people tonight. Speak to our spirits even as we sleep.

Psa 42:8 By day the LORD commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life.

We rest in you. Give us joy in the morning when we come together with your people to praise your Name. Please heal our land.

In the name of our Blessed Saviour.
amen




62 posted on 11/11/2006 5:38:52 PM PST by bperiwinkle7 ( In the beginning was the WORD,,,,,,,,,,,,,,)
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To: bperiwinkle7

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word;
But as Thou dwell’st with Thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free.
Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.

Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings,
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea—
Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me.

Thou on my head in early youth didst smile;
And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee,
On to the close, O Lord, abide with me.

I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.


63 posted on 11/11/2006 5:47:36 PM PST by Knitting A Conundrum (Act Justly, Love Mercy, and Walk Humbly With God Micah 6:8)
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