Praise, Praise to Thee (By: Amy Carmichael)

For the quiet joy of duty,Praise, praise I sing;

For the commonplace and lowly,

Set with pleasure high and holy,

In each unromantic thing,

Praise, praise to Thee, my King.

For the solemn joy of battle,

Praise, praise I sing;

For the wounds and sore distresses,

For the love that soothes and blesses,

Strength in weakness perfecting,

Praise, praise to Thee, my King.

For the splendid joy of triumph,

Praise, praise I sing;

For the joy all joys excelling,

Passing, passing human telling,

Joy to see Thee conquering,

Praise, praise to Thee, my King.

“I wish Thy way. And when in me myself should rise, and long for something otherwise, then Lord, take sword and spear and slay.” Amy Carmichael

“TUNE THOU MY HARP; THERE IS NOT, LORD, COULD NEVER BE, THE SKILL IN ME. TUNE THOU MY HARP, THAT IT MAY PLAY THY MELODY, THY HARMONY. TUNE THOU MY HARP; O SPIRIT, BREATHE THY THOUGHT THROUGH ME, AS PLEASETH THEE.”

Praise, Praise to Thee (By: Amy Carmichael)