I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.”
Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow. In the exercise of His will He brought us forth by the word of truth, so that we would be a kind of first fruits among His creatures.
God My Creator and Benefactor.
My Maker, and my King,
To thee my all I owe;
Thy sov’reign bounty is the spring
From whence my blessings flow.
Thou ever good, and kind,
A thousand reasons move,
A thousand obligations bind,
My heart to grateful love.
The creature of thy hand,
On thee alone I live:
My God, thy benefits demand
More praise than life can give.
Oh! what can I impart,
When all is thine before?
Thy love demands a thankful heart,
The gift, alas, how poor!
Shall I withhold thy due?
And shall my passions rove?
Lord, form this wretched heart anew,
And fill it with thy love.
O let thy grace inspire
My soul with strength divine;
Let all my pow’rs to thee aspire,
And all my days be thine.
—Anne Steele, The Works of Mrs. Anne Steele (Munroe, Francis, and Parker, 1808).
Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.
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