O for a heart to praise my God, A heart from sin set free, A heart that always feels Thy blood So freely shed for me.
A heart resigned, submissive, meek, My great Redeemers throne, Where only Christ is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone.
A humble, lowly, contrite, heart, Believing, true and clean, Which neither life nor death can part From Christ who dwells within.
A heart in every thought renewed And full of love divine, Perfect and right and pure and good, A copy, Lord, of Thine.
Thy tender heart is still the same, And melts at human woe: Jesus, for thee distressed I am, I want Thy love to know.
My heart, Thou knowst, can never rest Till Thou create my peace; Till of mine Eden repossest, From self, and sin, I cease.
Fruit of Thy gracious lips, on me Bestow that peace unknown, The hidden manna, and the tree Of life, and the white stone.
Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart; Come quickly from above; Write Thy new name upon my heart, Thy new, best name of Love.
(Charles Wesley)
"What a day when all the great orators stand before the Lord. Oh, that we might find men today whose hearts are burning with love and devotion, and because their hearts are burning, their speech will burn - with love, with adoration, and with hatred for sin. My prayer is, 'Lord, teach me to hold my tongue. Teach me to do as the psalmist says, set a watch at the door of my lips that my speech may always be seasoned with grace. My tongue never a sword. My speech always edifying, uplifting, and that which glorifies God." Amen. '" Leonard Ravenhill
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