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Speak To My Soul, Dear Jesus

Watchman, tell me, does the morning of fair Zion's glory dawn;
Have the signs that mark His coming yet upon my pathway shone?
Pilgrim, yes, arise, look round thee, light is breaking in the skies;
Gird thy bridal robes around thee, morning dawns, arise, arise!

Watchman, see, the light is beaming brighter still upon thy way;
Signs through all the earth are gleaming, omens of the coming day
When the Jubal trumpet, sounding, shall awake from earth and sea
All the saints of God, now sleeping, clad in immortality

Watchman, hail the light ascending of the grand, sabbatic year;
All with voices loud proclaiming that the kingdom now is near
Pilgrim, yes, I see just yonder Cannan's glorious heights arise;
Salem, too appears in grandeur, towering 'neath its sunlit skies.

Watchman, in the golden city, seated on His jasper throne,
Zion's King, arrayed in beauty, Reigns in peace from zone to zone;
There on sunlit hills and mountains, golden beams serenely glow;
Purling streams and crystal fountains, on whose banks sweet flowerets blow.

Watchman, see, the land is nearing, With its vernal fruits and flowers;
On, just yonder O how cheering! Bloom for ever Eden's bowers.
Hark! the choral strains are ringing, wafted on the balmy air;
See the millions, hear them singing, soon the pilgrim will be there.

The Good Gardener's Vineyard

A gardener planted a vineyard – that is where they grow grapes. He built a big wall around his vineyard to protect his grapes. He built towers so that people could watch the grapes to make sure they were growing nicely. He built a well so that the grapes would always have plenty of water. Then he asked some labourers to tend to his grapes. They were to pull out all the weeds and harvest the fruit when it was ripe. He cared for his vineyard very well. He was a very good gardener.

When Summer came the grapes were big and juicey and ripe. The good gardener sent some messengers to his vineyard to collect the fruit and bring it back to him. But the labourers would not give them the fruit! The messengers were sent back to the gardener empty handed.

"Maybe they didn't asked very nicely," thought the gardener. So he sent kinder messengers to his vineyard to collect his fruit.

"We're not going to give you the fruit," the labourers said.
"But it isn't your fruit. It belongs to the Good Gardener," the kind messengers said. "We don't care," said the labourers and they hit the kind messengers and sent them back empty handed.

The good gardener had another idea.
"I'll send my Son. They will surely respect him."
So his son went to the vineyard and asked politely, "May I please have my father's grapes?" But the labourers said, "No!" and they killed the good gardener's Son.

The good gardener didn't think that was very nice at all. He went to his vineyard, collected his grapes and burned up their walls and towers and well.

The vineyard is our world, we are the labourers and the fruits are love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness and temperance. When the Good Gardener asked you for his fruit, will you give it to him?

Matthew 5:48 Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect.

Perfection???

Watchman, Tell Me

Watchman, tell me, does the morning of fair Zion's glory dawn;
Have the signs that mark His coming yet upon my pathway shone?
Pilgrim, yes, arise, look round thee, light is breaking in the skies;
Gird thy bridal robes around thee, morning dawns, arise, arise!

Watchman, see, the light is beaming brighter still upon thy way;
Signs through all the earth are gleaming, omens of the coming day
When the Jubal trumpet, sounding, shall awake from earth and sea
All the saints of God, now sleeping, clad in immortality

Watchman, hail the light ascending of the grand, sabbatic year;
All with voices loud proclaiming that the kingdom now is near
Pilgrim, yes, I see just yonder Cannan's glorious heights arise;
Salem, too appears in grandeur, towering 'neath its sunlit skies.

Watchman, in the golden city, seated on His jasper throne,
Zion's King, arrayed in beauty, Reigns in peace from zone to zone;
There on sunlit hills and mountains, golden beams serenely glow;
Purling streams and crystal fountains, on whose banks sweet flowerets blow.

Watchman, see, the land is nearing, With its vernal fruits and flowers;
On, just yonder O how cheering! Bloom for ever Eden's bowers.
Hark! the choral strains are ringing, wafted on the balmy air;
See the millions, hear them singing, soon the pilgrim will be there.

Take My Life And Let It Be

Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love
At the impulse of Thy love.

Take my feet and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee
Take my voice and let me sing
Always, only for my King
Always, only for my King

Take my lips and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee
Take my silver and my gold
Not a mite would I withhold
Not a mite would I withhold

Take my will and make it Thine
Iit shall be no longer mine
Take my heart it is Thine own
It shall be Thy royal throne
It shall be Thy royal throne

Take my love, my Lord, I pour at Thy feet its treasure store.
Take myself and I will be
Ever only all for Thee
Ever only all for Thee

O To Be Like Thee

O to be like Thee! blessèd Redeemer,
This is my constant longing and prayer;
Gladly I'll forfeit all of earth's treasures,
Jesus, Thy perfect likeness to wear.

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O to be like Thee! O to be like Thee,
Blessèd Redeemer, pure as Thou art;
Come in Thy sweetness, come in Thy fullness;
Stamp Thine own image deep on my heart.

O to be like Thee! full of compassion,
Loving, forgiving, tender and kind,
Helping the helpless, cheering the fainting,
Seeking the wandering sinner to find.

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O to be like Thee! lowly in spirit,
Holy and harmless, patient and brave;
Meekly enduring cruel reproaches,
Willing to suffer others to save.

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O to be like Thee! Lord, I am coming
Now to receive anointing divine;
All that I am and have I am bringing,
Lord, from this moment all shall be Thine.

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O to be like Thee! while I am pleading,
Pour out Thy Spirit, fill with Thy love;
Make me a temple meet for Thy dwelling,
Fit me for life and Heaven above.

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Matthew 5:48 Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect.