January 14, 2012
2 Outta 3 Ain't Bad
After 2 weeks on plan I can almost hear my body saying, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I feel so great.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow! Praise him all creatures here below. Praise Him above, ye heavenly host. Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
Can't really say it any better than Thomas Ken did here in the Doxology.
Side note: Kudos to Mr. Ken! Lots of folks still singing his song over 300 years after it was written. However, we have been missing out on a great deal of it! When I searched to see who penned the words of the Doxology, I found that it is actually the final verse of a beautiful hymn. And after reading the entire piece, I've decided to definitely get up at 6 am tomorrow! :)
Awake, My Soul, and With the Sun
Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Thy precious time misspent, redeem,
Each present day thy last esteem,
Improve thy talent with due care;
For the great day thyself prepare.
By influence of the Light divine
Let thy own light to others shine.
Reflect all Heaven’s propitious ways
In ardent love, and cheerful praise.
In conversation be sincere;
Keep conscience as the noontide clear;
Think how all seeing God thy ways
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.
Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praise to the eternal King.
All praise to Thee, who safe has kept
And hast refreshed me while I slept
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake
I may of endless light partake.
Heav’n is, dear Lord, where’er Thou art,
O never then from me depart;
For to my soul ’tis hell to be
But for one moment void of Thee.
Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;
Disperse my sins as morning dew.
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.
Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say,
That all my powers, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.
I would not wake nor rise again
And Heaven itself I would disdain,
Wert Thou not there to be enjoyed,
And I in hymns to be employed.
Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
So love this. Good night.
Posted by Keelie at 9:51 PM