

God who touchest earth with beauty, make my heart anew.
With thy Spirit recreate me pure and strong and true.
Like thy springs and running waters, make me crystal pure.
Like they rock of towering grandeur, make me strong and sure.
Like thy dancing waves in sunlight, make me glad and free.
Like the straightness of the pine trees let me upright be.
Like the arching of the heavens, lift my thoughts above.
Turn my dreams to noble action, ministries of love.
Like the birds that soar while singing, give my heart a song.
May the music of thanksgiving echo clear and strong.
God who touchest earth with beauty, make my heart anew.
Keep me ever by thy Spirit pure and strong and true.
In the language of John Wesley, the hymnal is a “means of
grace.” It is filled with scripture
crafted by the heart of the poet into song.
We need not wait to be in corporate worship. We can sing the songs of Zion and the hymns
of sacred consecration in the quiet of our personal time with God. Any time and anywhere, we can give breath to
a sacrifice of praise as encouraged by the old Salvation Army chorus –
We’ll sing in the morning the songs of salvation;
We’ll sing in the noontime the songs of His love.
And when we arrive at the end of our journey,
We’ll sing the songs of Zion in the courts above.
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