A Call to Holiness
O Lord, prepare our hearts, we pray,
To heed Your call with earnest might;
With minds set firm, our hopes arrayed,
Upon the grace revealed in light.
As children blessed by Heaven’s grace,
Not shaped by passions of the past,
But holy in our every place,
Reflect Your image, pure and vast.
“For I am holy,” thus You say,
And we, O Lord, are called to be;
In conduct, let us walk Your way,
In reverence for Your majesty.
You, Father, judge with eyes so clear,
Each deed within this fleeting time;
In exile here, let us revere,
Our lives a song, our hearts a chime.
Ransomed not with silver’s gleam,
Nor gold that fades with earthly tread,
But with the Lamb’s unblemished stream,
In whose pure blood our souls are fed.
Purified by truth’s embrace,
Our love sincere, from hearts made new,
From perishable to grace,
By Your Word’s eternal view.
For flesh is like the fleeting grass,
Its glory like a withering bloom;
But Your Word, O Lord, shall ever last,
And in its light, we find our room.
O praise the good news that’s declared,
Preached to us in days of grace,
Your Word abides, forever shared,
In this our holy, sacred place.
Blessings
O Lord, prepare our hearts, we pray,
To heed Your call with earnest might;
With minds set firm, our hopes arrayed,
Upon the grace revealed in light.
As children blessed by Heaven’s grace,
Not shaped by passions of the past,
But holy in our every place,
Reflect Your image, pure and vast.
“For I am holy,” thus You say,
And we, O Lord, are called to be;
In conduct, let us walk Your way,
In reverence for Your majesty.
You, Father, judge with eyes so clear,
Each deed within this fleeting time;
In exile here, let us revere,
Our lives a song, our hearts a chime.
Ransomed not with silver’s gleam,
Nor gold that fades with earthly tread,
But with the Lamb’s unblemished stream,
In whose pure blood our souls are fed.
Purified by truth’s embrace,
Our love sincere, from hearts made new,
From perishable to grace,
By Your Word’s eternal view.
For flesh is like the fleeting grass,
Its glory like a withering bloom;
But Your Word, O Lord, shall ever last,
And in its light, we find our room.
O praise the good news that’s declared,
Preached to us in days of grace,
Your Word abides, forever shared,
In this our holy, sacred place.
Blessings
