Maker of morning and marrow and mind,
Fount of all forming, of favour designed,
I fall into awe at the gift of your gaze,
You wove me together to awaken your praise.
You stirred up my soul with the breath of your being,
Lit reason and conscience and hunger for seeing,
You drew me with dreams of a joy beyond measure,
A thirst for your truth and your wonderful treasure.
I laud you, my Light, for the gospel’s revealing,
For peace in your purpose, for patience in healing,
For mercy that moves from the depths of your heart,
For hope that ignites in the cold and the dark.
You’ve taught my frayed conscience the wonder of grace,
That the vile may be pardoned, the lost find a place,
That the sinful be sanctified, poor made to sing,
Transformed by the blood of a crucified King.
So let me be numbered with doers, not dreamers,
With walkers and worshipers, lovers and leanersOn every sure word you have spoken and sealed,
Who rejoice in your presence through mercy revealed.
Keep kindled my craving for present salvation,
For Spirit-sent joy and the grace of my station,
For holiness hewn in the hearth of your fire,
For delight in my duties, not worldly desire.
To prize what is plain, and with purity burn,
Love truth without tarnish, and evermore yearn
To be what I am in the sight of all eyes,
Yet truer before you, where nothing can hide.
To live out my faith before I declare it,
Cast off the cloak of the world and not wear it,
To turn from its lies and its lures and its guise,
Before I draw near where your holiness lies.
Make me, O Maker, both giver and guest,
A bearer of blessings, a bringer of rest,One ready to rise when the darkness draws near,
To fight without faltering, to love without fear.
O God, by your calling, make worthy my days,
That Jesus be glorified deep in my praise,
And I in his name be forever made new,
One note in the song that is rising to you.
© Johannes W H van der Bijl 2025.
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