For trials...

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Ron Halverson

... His attention to tiny detail in split-second timing according to His purposes, for peace, faithfulness, gentleness, and long-suffering.

Who is like unto Thee, O Lord among the gods, glorious in holiness, fearful in praises, doing wonders, who is like unto Thee? (Exodus 15:11)


from Psalm 148 (Scottish metrical 2nd version)

1 The Lord of heav'n confess,
On high his glory raise.
2 Him let all angels bless,
Him all his armies praise.
3 Him glorify
Sun, moon, and stars;
4 Ye higher spheres,
And cloudy sky.

5 From God your beings are,
Him therefore famous make;
You all created were,
When he the word but spake.
6 And from that place,
Where fixed you be
By his decree,
You cannot pass.

7 Praise God from earth below,
Ye dragons, and ye deeps:
8 Fire, hail, clouds, wind, and snow.
Whom in command he keeps.
9 Praise ye his name,
Hills great and small,
Trees low and tall;
10 Beasts wild and tame;

All things that creep or fly.
11 Ye kings, ye vulgar throng,
All princes mean or high;
12 Both men and virgins young,
Ev'n young and old,
13 Exalt his name;
For much his fame
Should be extolled.

O let God's name be praised
Above both earth and sky;
14 For he his saints hath raised,
And set their horn on high;
Ev'n those that be
Of Isr'el's race,
Near to his grace.
The Lord praise ye.




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This Story someone sent me ...


Testimony of a Gospel Tract.


Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at their church,
the Pastor and his eleven-year-old son would go out into their town
and hand out Gospel Tracts.
This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor
and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very
cold outside as well as pouring down rain. The boy bundled up in his
warmest and driest clothes and said, "OK dad, I'm ready."

His Pastor dad asked, "Ready for what?"
"Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out."
Dad responded, "Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain."

The boy gave his dad a surprised look asking, "But, Dad, aren't
people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?"

Dad answered, "Son, I am not going out in this weather."

Despondently, the boy asked, "Dad, can I go? Please?"

His father hesitated for a moment then said, "Son, you can go.
Here are the tracts; be careful, son."

"Thanks, Dad!" And with that, he was off and out into the rain.

This eleven-year-old boy walked the streets of the town going door
to door and handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract.

After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.

Then he turned toward the first home he saw - and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the doorbell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered. He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.

Finally, this eleven-year-old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist.

He waited, something holding him there on the front porch. He rang again, and this time the door slowly opened.


Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, "What can I do for you, son?"

With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, "Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU, and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE."

With that, he handed her his last tract, and turned to leave.

She called to him as he departed. "Thank you, son! And God Bless
You!"

Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, "Does anybody have a
testimony or want to say anything?"

Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet. As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face as she said, "No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world.

Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.

So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted, I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell down stairs startled me."

I thought, "I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away." I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly. I thought to myself again, "Who on earth could this be?! Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me." I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.

When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life.

His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you ! And the words that came from his mouth caused my heart, that had long been dead,
TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU.'

Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand. As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more. You see, I am now a Happy Child of the KING and since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say 'THANK YOU' to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and, by so doing, spared my soul from eternity in hell."


There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise
and honor to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building,
Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the
little angel was seated. He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably
this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love
and honor for his son...

Except for One. This Father also allowed His Son to go out into a
cold and dark world. He received His Son back with joy unspeakable,
and as all of heaven shouted praises and honor to The King, The Father
sat His beloved Son on a throne far above all principality and power
and every name that is named.

...strengthening me in my inner man, through healing and the Holy Spirit. For including me in His death, that I might be saved for His glory. For beginning to restore my soul according to His good pleasure and the purposes of His will.

Luke 1:46
My soul doth magnify the Lord, and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour. For he that is mighty hath done great things; and holy is his name.




Tune by Ian Foss (1982)



d r | [u]m[/u] - : - m | [u]f[/u] m : r d | [u]m[/u] - : - - | - - :

M-y [u]so[/u]ul doth [u]ma[/u]gnify the [u]Lo[/u]rd,


m f | [u]s[/u] s : s s | [u]l[/u] s : f m | [u]m f[/u] : r - | - - :

and my [u]sp[/u]irit hath re[u]joi[/u]ced in God my [u]S-a[/u]viour,


s f | [u]m[/u] - : m f | [u]s[/u] d : l s | [u]s[/u] - : f - | - - : -

fo-r [u]He[/u] that is [u]mi[/u]ghty hath done [u]gr[/u]eat things;


l | [u]s[/u] - : - f | [u]m[/u] - : r - | [u]d[/u] - : - -| - -

and [u]Ho[/u]ly [u]is[/u] His [u]Na[/u]me.




[u]Guide[/u]
4 beats to bar - flowing, not too fast
doh = middle C or higher (no high doh in this tune)
colon shows midpoint of bar
start underlined, of those words which fall on first beat of the bar
(note, some words carry over some first beats)
syllables with 2 notes - My (soul), Sa(viour), For (He),
there are some words which hang on for 6 beats (Lord, Name) or 5 beats (things)

... the permanence of the work He has done and is doing in me - the establishment of His order in my life



Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven;
To His feet thy tribute bring.
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Evermore His praises sing:
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Praise the everlasting King.

Praise Him for His grace and favor
To our fathers in distress.
Praise Him still the same as ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Glorious in His faithfulness.

Fatherlike He tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame He knows.
In His hands He gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Widely yet His mercy flows.

Frail as summer’s flower we flourish,
Blows the wind and it is gone;
But while mortals rise and perish
Our God lives unchanging on,
Praise Him, Praise Him, Hallelujah
Praise the High Eternal One!

Angels, help us to adore Him;
Ye behold Him face to face;
Sun and moon, bow down before Him,
Dwellers all in time and space.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Praise with us the God of grace.




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... because He said He'd never let me go and day by day I'm proving that's true - from the most unmanageable large things to the tiniest details, He is more than conqueror of the bounds of my habitation and short span upon this earth.



Glory be to God the Father,
Glory be to God the Son,
Glory be to God the Spirit,
Great Jehovah, Three in One!
Glory, glory, glory, glory,
While eternal ages run!

Glory be to Him Who loved us,
Washed us from each spot and stain!
Glory be to Him Who bought us,
Made us kings with Him to reign!
Glory, glory, glory, glory,
To the Lamb that once was slain!

Glory to the King of angels,
Glory to the church’s King,
Glory to the King of nations!
Heaven and earth, your praises bring;
Glory, glory, glory, glory,
To the King of glory bring!

“Glory, blessing, praise eternal!”
Thus the choir of angels sings;
“Honor, riches, power, dominion!”
Thus its praise creation brings;
Glory, glory, glory, glory,
Glory to the King of kings!



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Today, I'm praising God for this...

This daily devotional by Tozer was posted today September 15 ...

Revival: To the Individual Only

For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, that each one may receive the things done in the body, according to what he has done, whether good or bad.
--2 Corinthians 5:10

No church is any better or worse than the individual Christians who compose it....

One consequence of our failure to see clearly the true nature of revival is that we wait for years for some supernatural manifestation that never comes, overlooking completely our own individual place in the desired awakening.

Whatever God may do for a church must be done in the single unit, the one certain man or woman. Some things can happen only to the isolated, single person; they cannot be experienced en masse.

Statistics show, for instance, that 100 babies are born in a certain city on a given day. Yet the birth of each baby is for the baby a unique experience, an isolated, personal thing. Fifty people die in a plane crash; while they die together they die separately, one at a time, each one undergoing the act of death in a loneliness of soul as utter as if he alone had died. Both birth and death are experienced by the individual in a loneness as complete as if only that one person had even known them.

Three thousand persons were converted at Pentecost, but each one met his sin and his Savior alone. The spiritual birth, like the natural one, is for each one a unique, separate experience shared in by no one. And so with that uprush of resurgent life we call revival. It can come to the individual only. The Size of the Soul, 7-8.

"Lord, make me sensitive this morning to my 'own individual place in the desired awakening.' Whatever work needs to be done to this 'isolated, single person'--do it today, I pray. Amen."

...a sense of safety in the midst of His purposes which seem so much bigger than I can conceive, and yet include me... Hallelujah! and amen!



[b]Wonderful Grace of Jesus[/b]

Wonderful grace of Jesus, greater than all my sin;
How shall my tongue describe it?
Where shall it's praise begin?
Taking away my burden, settng my spirit free,
For the wonderful grace of Jesus, reaches me!

Wonderful the matchless grace of Jesus,
Deeper than the mighty rolling sea,
Higher than the mountain,
Sparkling like a fountain,
All sufficient grace for even me,
Broader than the scope of my transgression,
Greater far than all my sin and shame,
Oh! magnify the precious name of Jesus!
Praise His Name!

Wonderful grace of Jesus, reaching to all the lost,
By it I have been pardoned,
Saved to the uttermost;
Chains have been torn asunder, giving me liberty,
For the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me!



[i]Words and music H. Lillenas, Youth Praise, first published 1966[/i]

... His faithfulness to speak, to heal, to help and to guide. Praise you, Lord Jesus!



Praise, praise ye the name of Jehovah, our God;
Declare, oh, declare ye His glories abroad;
Proclaim ye His mercy from nation to nation,
Till the uttermost islands have heard His salvation.

[i]Refrain[/i]
For His love floweth on, free and full as a river
And His mercy endureth for ever and ever.

Praise, praise ye the Lamb, who for sinners was slain;
Who went down to the grave and ascended again,
And who soon shall return when these dark days are o'er,
To set up His kingdom in glory and power.

[i]Refrain[/i]

Her bridal attire and her festal array,
All nature shall wear on that glorious day;
For her King cometh down, with His people to reign,
And His presence shall bless her with Eden again.

[i]Refrain[/i]



A Psalm of David
Psalm 24

1 The earth is the LORD's, and all its fullness,
The world and those who dwell therein.
2 For He has founded it upon the seas,
And established it upon the waters.
3 Who may ascend into the hill of the LORD?
Or who may stand in His holy place?
4 He who has clean hands and a pure heart,
Who has not lifted up his soul to an idol,
Nor sworn deceitfully.
5 He shall receive blessing from the LORD,
And righteousness from the God of his salvation.
6 This is Jacob, the generation of those who seek Him,
Who seek Your face.

Selah

7 Lift up your heads, O you gates!
And be lifted up, you everlasting doors!
And the King of glory shall come in.
8 Who is this King of glory?
The LORD strong and mighty,
The LORD mighty in battle.
9 Lift up your heads, O you gates!
Lift up, you everlasting doors!
And the King of glory shall come in.
10 Who is this King of glory?
The LORD of hosts,
He is the King of glory.

Selah

... that He knew He could bring me through.... He had the patience and the knowhow, if only He could persuade me... and somehow, He [i]has[/i] brought me to a place of resting as we travel together... Amen. Thank you Lord. I love you very much.



Beneath the cross of Jesus I fain would take my stand,
The shadow of a mighty rock within a weary land;
A home within the wilderness, a rest upon the way,
From the burning of the noontide heat, and the burden of the day.

O safe and happy shelter, O refuge tried and sweet,
O trysting place where Heaven’s love and Heaven’s justice meet!
As to the holy patriarch that wondrous dream was given,
So seems my Savior’s cross to me, a ladder up to heaven.

There lies beneath its shadow but on the further side
The darkness of an awful grave that gapes both deep and wide
And there between us stands the cross two arms outstretched to save
A watchman set to guard the way from that eternal grave.

Upon that cross of Jesus mine eye at times can see
The very dying form of One Who suffered there for me;
And from my stricken heart with tears two wonders I confess;
The wonders of redeeming love and my unworthiness.

I take, O cross, thy shadow for my abiding place;
I ask no other sunshine than the sunshine of His face;
Content to let the world go by to know no gain or loss,
My sinful self my only shame, my glory all the cross.




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