Oh for a closer Walk with God,
A calm and heav'nly Frame;
A Light to shine upon the Road
That leads me to the Lamb!

The eventide falls gently now,
By Kedron’s side, o’er Olive’s brow,
And through the gloom methinks I see
A lonely form in prayer for me.
The gentle tone through stately trees,
Is borne upon the murm’ring breeze,
He bowed His head—God’s only Son—
And meekly said, “Thy will be done.”

Man of Sorrows! what a name
For the Son of God, Who came
Ruined sinners to reclaim.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

O splendor of God’s glory bright,
From light eternal bringing light,
Thou Light of light, light’s living Spring,
True Day, all days illumining.

The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame
Their great Original proclaim.
Th’unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator’s powers display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty Hand.

This is an intimate prayer in which Kristin honestly share the issues on her heart with God.She exposes her fears in conflict with her desires for more of what God has for her. It is a fresh perspective with which many readers will connect.

People are unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and true enemies.
Succeed anyway.

In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.

My song is love unknown,
My Savior’s love to me;
Love to the loveless shown,
That they might lovely be.
O who am I, that for my sake
My Lord should take, frail flesh and die?

This is an intimate prayer in which Kristin honestly share the issues on her heart with God.She exposes her fears in conflict with her desires for more of what God has for her. It is a fresh perspective with which many readers will connect.

There were ninety and nine that safely lay
In the shelter of the fold.
But one was out on the hills away,
Far off from the gates of gold.
Away on the mountains wild and bare.
Away from the tender Shepherd’s care.
Away from the tender Shepherd’s care.

Oh for a closer Walk with God,
A calm and heav'nly Frame;
A Light to shine upon the Road
That leads me to the Lamb!

In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.

My song is love unknown,
My Savior’s love to me;
Love to the loveless shown,
That they might lovely be.
O who am I, that for my sake
My Lord should take, frail flesh and die?

There were ninety and nine that safely lay
In the shelter of the fold.
But one was out on the hills away,
Far off from the gates of gold.
Away on the mountains wild and bare.
Away from the tender Shepherd’s care.
Away from the tender Shepherd’s care.

Come down, O love divine, seek Thou this soul of mine,
And visit it with Thine own ardor glowing.
O Comforter, draw near, within my heart appear,
And kindle it, Thy holy flame bestowing.

The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame
Their great Original proclaim.
Th’unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator’s powers display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty Hand.