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A Picture Of American Churchanity?

(I’m no fan of Sunday school but, besides that, this poem is sadly on-the-mark.–Anna)

I’ll go where you want me to go, Dear Lord.
Real service is what I desire.
I’ll say what you want me to say, Dear Lord.
But don’t ask me to sing in the choir!

I’ll say what you want me to say, Dear Lord.
I’d like to see things come to pass.
But don’t ask me to teach girls and boys, Dear Lord.
I’d rather just stay in my class.

I’ll do what you want me to do, Dear Lord.
I yearn for your kingdom to thrive.
I’ll give you my nickels and dimes, Dear Lord.
But please don’t ask me to tithe.

I’ll be what you want me to be, Dear Lord.
I long to see the church alive.
But don’t ask me to come out at night, Dear Lord.
I’m always too worn out and tired.

I’ll go where you want me to go, Dear Lord.
I’ll say what you want me to say.
I’m busy just now with myself, Dear Lord.
But I’ll help you some other day.

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Another Year For Thee by Frances Ridley Havergal (1836-1879)

Another Year Is Dawning
Another Year is dawning!
Dear Master let me be,
In working or in waiting,
Another year with thee.
Another year in leaning,
Upon Thy loving breast,
Of ever-deepening trustfulness
Of quiet, happy rest.

Another year of mercies,
Of faithfulness and grace;
Another year of gladness,
In the shinning on thy face,
Another of praise;
Another year of proving
Thy presence “all the days.”

Another year of service,
Of witness for thy love;
Another year of training
For holier works above.
Another year is dawning!
Dear Master, let it be
On earth, or else in heaven
Another year for thee!

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Trust Him (poet unknown)

Trust Him when dark doubts assail thee,

Trust Him when thy strength is small,

Trust Him when to simply trust Him

Seems the hardest thing of all.


Trust Him, He is ever faithful;

Trust Him, for His will is best;

Trust Him, for the Heart of Jesus

Is the only place of rest.


Trust Him, then, through doubts and sunshine,

All thy cares upon Him cast.

Till the storm of life is over

And the trusting days are past.