Saturday, March 8, 2025

Christ Alone - Renovare

 “CHRIST ALONE

      O GOD,

      Thy main plan, and the end of thy will

      is to make Christ glorious and beloved in heaven

      where he is now ascended,

      where one day all the elect will behold his glory

      and love and glorify him for ever.

      Though here I love him but little,

      may this be my portion at last.

      In this world thou hast given me a beginning,

      one day it will be perfected in the realm above.

      Thou hast helped me to see and know Christ, though obscurely,

      to take him, receive him,

      to possess him, love him,

      to bless him in my heart, mouth, life.”


“CHRIST ALONE

      O GOD, Thank you for loving me!

       May Your agenda fill my life, May my agenda be aligned with Your plan  

Empower me to make Christ known and honored.  

He is most beloved in heaven where He ascended.

Father, may Your kingdom come in me as it is in heaven.

May Your will be done in me as You desire.

One day all creation will give Jesus His due glory.

May we love and glorify him now  and forever.

Forgive me for my distractions and wandering mind. 

Compared to shag is to come in full, 

I love him but little in my ordinary moments

But Your love for me is overwhelming that You accept me as Your beloved.

You have called me to begin with You,

You move in unseen ways to transform who I am, 

With One day changing me to who You desire..

You allow me to see and know Christ, though obscurely,

To receive him, to possess him, love him,

To bless him in my heart, mouth, life.”


Adapted from the above passage in 

The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers & Devotions

Arthur Bennett

https://books.apple.com/book/id1606018102

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Excerpt From

The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers & Devotions

Arthur Bennett

https://books.apple.com/book/id1606018102

This material may be protected by copyright.

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