Scripture Verse

Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in Thy sight, O Lord, my strength, and my Redeemer. Psalm 19:14


Words: Ell­en H. But­ler, in the The Wes­ley­an Me­tho­dist Hym­nal (Sy­ra­cuse, New York: Wes­ley­an Me­tho­dist Pub­lish­ing As­so­cia­tion, 1910), num­ber 713.

Music: Cen­ten­ni­al Tho­ro Har­ris, 1910 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of But­ler (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Thoro Harris (1874–1955)


God of the past, ac­cept our praise
For trea­sures of re­mem­bered days,
Wherein this grate­ful church can trace
The light and com­fort of Thy grace:
For saints whose words Thy flock have fed,
For war­ri­ors who Thy host have led
To bat­tle with the Spir­it’s sword—
For these ac­cept our praise, O Lord.

God of the pre­sent, Thee alone
Our Sav­ior and our king we own;
Grant us with op­en eyes to see
How rich in love Thy church may be;
Touch heart and tongue with heav’n­ly fire;
To ho­li­er ser­vice now in­spire;
O con­se­crate anew, we pray,
And make us one in Thee to­day.

God of the fu­ture, in whose sight,
The ag­es are as day and night,
Make Thou our church a light in­deed
For com­ing stress of doubt or need;
Feed with Thy quick­en­ing oil the flame,
That we may find a place and a name
In the ce­les­ti­al tem­ple, when
Thou rul­est in the hearts of men.

God of eter­nal life, whose pow­er
Upholds us in our lit­tle hour,
Before Thee cen­tu­ries come and go,
As fleet, as frail as win­ter snow;
Draw us this day from earth aside,
To learn the things that shall abide;
Then lead us back to toil, that we
May win earth’s king­doms, Lord, for Thee.