Do not fall in love with a fleeting world
The desires of the eyes will fade
Do not take pride in the things that you own
All possessions will pass away

Look beyond the now
Look beyond the now

May our hope reside where perfect love abides
In the God Who is Forever
And may our passion be eternally
For the God Who lives forever
May new hearts be born to worship the Lord
And praise our God forever
Treasure Forever

Do not give yourself to lustful passions
It only leads to misery
Do not be caught in the web of pleasure
Spun by lies of the enemy

Walk the way He walked
Talk the way He talked
And share the good news
He’s coming back soon

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Do not love the world or the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world—the desires of the flesh and the desires of the eyes and pride of life—is not from the Father but is from the world. And the world is passing away along with its desires, but whoever does the will of God abides forever (1 John 2:15-17).




Don’t send me away in anger
To the hell you’ve reserved
Don’t send me to fiery torment
Though that’s what I deserve
Don’t forget about your mercy
Please remember your love
I’m innocent in You, O Lord

For you declare me innocent
Hidden from the wrathful flood
You declare me innocent
By the Righteousness of God
You declare me innocent
Cleansed by priceless blood
I’m innocent in You, O Lord

Don’t count me among the wicked
Though I’m a hypocrite
Don’t see my pride, lust, or failures
Which I have to admit
Don’t forget undeserved kindness
Cause I’m clinging to it
I’m innocent in You, O Lord

Pardoned, my guilt is clear
Adopted, I’ve been brought near
Forgiven, no sin remains
Restored, with a heart that’s changed

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Psalm 26



Lord, give us a glimpse of you
Through your Word, that Eternal Spring
You are more than we can drink
And give us a glimpse of you
Eternal past to what will be
You are greater than we think

For you are
Beyond all of us, All-Glorious
Inside of us, Victorious
Sovereign over us, Mysterious
You’re Magnificent
So Magnificent

Lord, give us a glimpse of you
Through your voice and all that was made
You are more than we can see
And give us a glimpse of you
Through many trials and suffering
You are more than we believe

Reveal yourself a little at a time
To our sinful finite minds
Until we see you as you are

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Ascribe to the Lord Glory – Psalm 29

Abide With Me

This is the best known hymn of Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847) who wrote it not long before he died. His biographies reveal he was no stranger to difficulties and poor health.

His parents separated when he was 8 or 9 and he never saw his mother again. His Father was an army officer who began to represent himself as an uncle, and his second wife as his aunt (Source: J.R. Watson, The English Hymn: A Critical and Historical Study who cites B.G. Skinner, Henry Francis Lyte, Brixham’s Poet and Priest).

In setting up this hymn, J. R. Watson also writes:

“There are many poems by Lyte which re-enact the process of separation from the beloved, either by death or parting.”

“Lyte was obsessed by darkness, separation, and loss”

What is often found in Lyte’s hymns “is a use of words in patterns, He has a striking ability to produce a phrase, and then repeat it, or vary it, or turn it back on itself.”

“It was not for nothing that he strove all his life to find rest, the stability in God that he had never had as a child. All these things go into the making of ‘Abide with me’. And because of this, (the) hymn expresses deep and mysterious truths about human nature, neither presuming nor despairing, but placing the hope of heaven against the shortness of life and the helplessness of human kind.”

“As the manuscript tells us, Lyte had in his mind Luke 24:29, Abide with us, for it is toward Evening, and the day is far spent.”

Abide With Me

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word;
But as Thou dwell’st with Thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free.
Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.

Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings,
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea,
Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me.

Thou on my head in early youth didst smile;
And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee,
On to the close, O Lord, abide with me.

I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

Lifter of My Soul


Lifter of My Soul, I must,
Kneel before you once again;
Lead me into your presence,
Away from the path of sin.

Make me know your ways, I trust,
When my burdens seem too great,
You’ll guide me through the sorrow,
And onto the path of praise.

I’m waiting for you, Lord,
Come lift my soul once more,
For you’ve raised me to walk,
In the way I should go,
And one day I’ll never grieve,
No, I’ll run forever free,
With the Lifter of My Soul.

Lifter of My Soul, from dust,
As I long for what will be,
Teach me to stand, walk, and run,
On this path of mystery.

Lifter of My Soul, I must,
Kneel before you once again;
Lead me into your presence…

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Psalm 25 – Teach Me Your Paths

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