CONSECRATION AND FAITH PLEDGE
CONSECRATION PLEDGE.
Dear Lord; I present myself unreservedly to Thee.
My time.
My talents.
My tongue.
My will.
My property.
My reputation.
My entire being.
To be, and to do, anything that Thou requires of me.
PLEDGE OF FAITH.
Now as I have given myself away, I am no longer my own, but
all the Lord’s.
I believe Thou dost accept the offering I bring.
I trust Thee to work in me all the good pleasure of Thy will.
“Wherefore come out from among them, and be ye separate,
saith the Lord, and I will receive you.”
As I do give myself to Thee, I
believe Thou dost receive me now.
“DOE YE NEXTE THYNGE.”
From an old
English parsonage
Down by the sea.
There came, in
the twilight,
A message to me:
Its quaint Saxon
legend,
Deeply engraven,
Hath, as it seems
to me,
Teaching for heaven.
And through the
hours
The quiet words ring
Like a low
inspiration-
“Doe ye nexte thynge.”
Many a
questioning,
Many a fear,
Many a doubt,
Hath its quieting here:
Moment by moment
Let down from heaven,
Time,
opportunity,
Guidance, are given.
Fear not
tomorrows,
Child of the King:
Trust them with
Jesus-
“Doe ye nexte thynge.”
Oh! He would have
thee
Daily more free,
Knowing the might
Of thy royal degree;
Ever in waiting,
Glad for His call.
Tranquil in
chastening,
Trusting through all.
Comings and
goings
No turmoil need bring:
His all the
future-
“Doe ye nexte thynge.”
Doe it
immediately,
Do it with prayer,
Do it reliantly,
Casting all are;
Do it with
reverence,
Tracing His hand
Who hath placed
it before thee
With earnest command.
Stayed on
Omnipotence,
Safe ‘neath His wing,
Leave all
resultings-
“Doe ye nexte thynge.”
Looking to Jesus,
Ever serener,
Working or
suffering,
By thy demeanor!
In the shade of
His presence.
The rest of His claim,
The light of His
countenance,
Live out thy psalm;
Strong in his
faithfulness,
Praise Him and sing;
Then, as He
beckons thee-
“Doe ye nexte thynge.”
