only help my unbelief

‘A heart at leisure from itself’
July 20, 2008, 5:00 am
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Every Sunday, I try to share something I didn’t write to encourage you as you celebrate the Lord’s day. I hope this selection encourages you in your walk with the Lord and helps you focus on Him on the Sabbath, HIS day. If you ever have questions about God or how you can have a relationship with Him, please e-mail me. I’d love to talk to you.

I’m blessed to sit under the teaching of Sinclair Ferguson once a week at ‘Wednesdays at First,’ a ministry at First Presbyterian Church (You can read a story about it in our local paper here).

Right now he’s going through 1 Corinthians 13 in an incredibly not-cheesy, not-cliche way. One thing I especially love about Dr. Ferguson is all the other things he brings into his sermons. So today, for some Sabbath encouragement, I’m offering a hymn he referenced Wednesday, because I think it captures beautifully what a life of holiness looks like.

Father, I know that all my life
Is portioned out for me,
And the changes that are sure to come
I do not fear to see;
But I ask Thee for a present mind,
Intent on pleasing Thee.

I ask Thee for a thoughtful love,
Through constant watching wise,
To meet the glad with joyful smiles,
And wipe the weeping eyes;
And a heart at leisure from itself,
To soothe and sympathize.

I would not have the restless will
That hurries to and fro,
Seeking for some great thing to do
Or secret thing to know;
I would be treated as a child,
And guided where I go.

Wherever in the world I am,
In whatsoe’er estate,
I have a fellowship with hearts
To keep and cultivate;
And a work of lowly love to do
For the Lord on whom I wait.

So I ask Thee for the daily strength,
To none that ask denied,
And a mind to blend with outward life,
Still keeping at thy side;
Content to fill a little space
If Thou be glorified.

And if some things I do not ask
In my cup of blessing be;
I would have my spirit filled the more
With grateful love to Thee,
And careful less to serve Thee much
Than to please Thee perfectly.

There are briers besetting every path,
That call for patient care;
There is a cross in every lot,
And a constant need for prayer;
Yet a lowly heart that leans on Thee
Is happy anywhere.

In a service which Thy will appoints,
There are no bonds for me;
For my inmost soul is taught the truth
That makes Thy children free;
And a life of self-renouncing love
Is a life of liberty.

–(I’ve looked everywhere, but can’t find the writer of this hymn. If anyone knows, please tell me!)


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