Everything is in the Breath, O Lord! (Exo. 30; John 20:22)
Though I don’t know what I need, You know. (Rom. 8:26)
I don’t believe in what I feel or am—
I believe the Breath in me who can.

	I can’t live without Thee, Jesus,
	As breath to me.
	Lord, I breathe me out and breathe Thee in.  (Lam. 3:55-56)
	I adore Thee, precious Jesus—
	How rich and free! (Rom. 10:12)
	Come in, and live in me.

Everything is in the Breath, O Lord!

To You, dear Lord,
I give myself afresh again
Unsparingly for Your desire,
Your economy;

O fire from above,
Come and consume me thoroughly
That You may be my all, my life,
My everything.

It’s Your mercy and Your love
That I can give myself to You.
Since it’s in like manner
That You gave Yourself up for me.

Set Your throne in my heart
From now on ‘til the very end.
It takes eternity to know its worth
To You, to me.

To You, Dear Lord

Lord, teach us how to pray,
Not as the nations do in vain,
But turn us from our way,
And cause us, Lord, to call on You each day—
Lord Jesus, grow in us.

Lord, You're the seed of life;
You've sown Yourself into our heart,
And now You have a start;
So day by day more life to us impart—
Lord Jesus, grow in us.

Lord Jesus, soften us;
You know the source from which we came.
By calling on Your name,
Lord, let no earth unturned nor rocks remain—
Lord Jesus, grow in us.

Lord, how Your light makes clear
That we could not but e'er fail You;
Yet there's a message true,
The seed of life within us will break through—
Lord Jesus, grow in us.

Make us in spirit poor;
Lord, take whate'er we think we know.
We'll open to life's flow,
And thus take in the life that makes us grow—
Lord Jesus, grow in us.

Lord, make us pure in heart;
For we'll be not content until
You all our being fill,
O Lord, renew our mind, emotion, will—
Lord Jesus, grow in us.

Yes, Lord, impress our heart,
That we must take You in each day;
The seed will have its way;
Your growing brings the kingdom here to stay—
Lord Jesus, grow in us.

Amen—The growth in life!
There's nothing that Your life can't do;
Our every part renew.
We'll make it, we'll make it just by You.
Lord Jesus, grow in us.
Lord Jesus, grow in us.

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Lord Teach Us How to Pray (Hymn 1132)

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell.
It goes beyond the highest star
And reaches to the lowest hell.
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled
And pardoned from his sin.

	O love of God, how rich and pure!
	How measureless and strong!
	It shall forevermore endure
	The saints’ and angels' song.

When hoary time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall;
When men who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call;
God’s love, so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
The saints’ and angels’ song.

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made;
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.

The Love Of God Is Greater Far (Hymn 28)

My goal is God Himself, not joy, nor peace.
Nor even blessing, but Himself, my God;
’Tis His to lead me there—not mine, but His
At any cost, dear Lord, by any road,
By any road.

So faith bounds forward to its goal in God,
And love can trust her Lord to lead her there;
Upheld by Him, my soul is following hard
Till God hath full fulfilled my deepest prayer,
My deepest prayer.

No matter if the way be sometimes dark,
No matter though the cost be oft-times great,
He knoweth how I best shall reach the mark,
The way that leads to Him must needs be strait.
Must needs be strait.

One thing I know, I cannot say Him nay;
One thing I do, I press towards my Lord;
My God my glory here, from day to day,
And in the glory there my great Reward.
My great Reward.

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My Goal Is God Himself, Not Joy, Nor Peace (Hymn 350)

Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
O receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, oh, leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.

Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in Thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy name,
I am all unrighteousness;
Vile and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.

Jesus, Lover Of My Soul (Hymn 1057)

“Satisfy us in the morning with Your lovingkindness / That we may give a ringing shout and rejoice all our days.” Psalm 90:14

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