Daily Prayer At Saint Laika’s



I am praying, blessed Saviour,
to be more and more like thee;
I am praying that thy Spirit
like a dove may rest on me.

I am praying to be humbled
by the power of grace divine;
to be clothed upon with meekness
and to have no will but thine.

I am praying, blessed Saviour,
and my constant prayer shall be
for a perfect consecration
that shall make me more like thee. Amen.

( Fanny Crosby )

PSALM FORTY ( abridged )

Great are the wonders you have done, O Lord my God.

I waited patiently for the Lord;
he inclined to me and heard my cry.
He brought me out of the roaring pit,
out of the mire and clay;
he set my feet upon a rock and made my footing sure.
He has put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God;
many shall see and fear
and put their trust in the Lord.

Blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord,
who does not turn to the proud that follow a lie.

Great are the wonders you have done, O Lord my God.
How great your designs for us!
There is none that can be compared with you.
If I were to proclaim them and tell of them
they would be more than I am able to express.

Sacrifice and offering you do not desire
but my ears you have opened;
burnt offering and sacrifice for sin you have not required,
then said I: "Lo, I come.
In the scroll of the book it is written of me
that I should do your will, O my God;
I delight to do it: your law is within my heart."

I have declared your righteousness in the great congregation;
behold, I did not restrain my lips;
and that, O Lord, you know.
Your righteousness I have not hidden in my heart;
I have spoken of your faithfulness and your salvation;
I have not concealed your loving-kindness and truth
from the great congregation.

Do not withhold your compassion from me, O Lord;
let your love and your faithfulness always preserve me,
for innumerable troubles have come about me;
my sins have overtaken me so that I cannot look up;
they are more in number than the hairs of my head,
and my heart fails me.

Be pleased, O Lord, to deliver me;
O Lord, make haste to help me.

Though I am poor and needy,
the Lord cares for me.
You are my helper and my deliverer;
O my God, make no delay.

Glory to the Father and to the Son
and to the Holy Spirit;
as it was in the beginning is now
and shall be for ever. Amen.

Great are the wonders you have done, O Lord my God.

Free us from our sins, O God,
and may our sacrifices be of praise
to the glory of your Son,
our Redeemer, Jesus Christ. Amen.

MEDITATION by Tim Madsen

Fanny Crosby “Praising my Saviour, all the day long.”

Frances Jane ( Fanny ) Crosby was one of the most prolific hymn writers in American Evangelicalism. It is said that in her lifetime she composed more than eight thousand hymns.

She was born in Putnam County, New York, on the twenty-fourth of March, 1820. Although not born blind, she lost her sight as an infant as a result of complications from a childhood illness. At the age of fifteen, she entered the New York Institute for the Blind where she would later teach for a number of years. In 1858, she married Alexander van Alstyne, a musician in New York who was also blind. Crosby was a lifelong Methodist.

Although known primarily as a hymn writer, she was also an advocate for education for the blind. She was the first woman ever to address the US Congress in 1843, when she spoke about the need for education for the blind in every state in America. She was on the faculty of the New York Institute for the Blind, and taught grammar, rhetoric, and history. In her later life she was a devoted worker at many of the rescue missions set up in New York. She said that many of her hymns were inspired by her experiences in the city missions. She was also a composer of secular poems and patriotic songs.

Crosby’s texts were so popular that nearly every well-known composer of gospel music of the period cam came to her for words to accompany their melodies. In most hymn writing, the words come first and then a composer sets them to music, but for Crosby the words came so quickly and naturally that composers would often take her their tunes and she would immediately begin to shape words that fit the music.

Perhaps the best example of this process led to the creation of Crosby’s most well known hymn “Blessed Assurance.” On a visit to the home of a friend, the composer Phoebe Knapp, a newly composed tune was played for Crosby. After listening to the tune several times, the text began to take shape, and in a very short time one of the world’s most popular gospel hymns was born.

Fannie Crosby died at age ninety-four on the twelfth of February, 1915.

Scripture. In "Psalm One Hundred and Eight", verses three and four, we read:

"I will give thanks to you, O LORD, among the peoples, and I will sing praises to you among the nations. For your steadfast love is higher than the heavens, and your faithfulness reaches to the clouds."


We pray...

... for peace in the world.

... for those who are blind or have poor eyesight.

... for those involved in the education of the blind.

... for hymn writers.

... for child refugees.

... for those killed or injured in a landslide on the Indonesian island of Bali. DETAILS

... for those who have died and for those who mourn their passing.

... for those who are unwell and for those caring for them.

... for those, both close to us and far off, who we hold in our personal prayers.

... for ourselves.


Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name;
thy kingdom come;
thy will be done;
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation;
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
the power and the glory,
for ever and ever. Amen.


From "Fellowship with God" by William Temple:

By strange methods, to men's limited understanding, does God carry his purpose to fulfilment. As we watch the processes of history, whether natural or human, it is hard to find in any separate occurrences evidence of an almighty love. Only when, urged on by faith or by that despair which is in reality faith's fiercest protest, we try to rise to the contemplation of the story as a whole, do we begin to find a meaning which bears the impress of a divine will. There is at first sight a great abundance of waste and futility; lives above others full of promise are cut short; movements that seem to contain the very hope of the kingdom of Heaven fail of fulfilment, or achieve their end to find in it only a source of fresh evil to the world. The cynic has no difficulty in proving his case from history.

Yet another reading of history is also possible for those who regard this world and all that happens in it as a fragment in a wider scheme. Lives are cut short, not to perish with promise unfulfilled but to serve more fully, and with a surer direction, in the nearer vision of the source of life; movements end in what seems like disappointment because the divine purpose is wider than the limits of man's comprehension, and nothing must be rounded into a completion which excludes any part of the richness of God's blessing. Even in this world the one life cut short becomes an inspiration to thousands, and the failure of every forward movement leads to the effort for a still ampler progress.

So we refuse the cynic's well-established wisdom and accept the precarious but ennobling apprehensions of faith. We do not expect or ask to understand; for the faith by which we turn from cynical disillusionment to inspiring hope is itself the assurance of things that are only hoped for, the proving of things not seen. To turn it into certainty would be to destroy its spiritual value. Because faith is hazardous, it is noble; because it is ever putting to the proof the powers that are not seen, it perpetually supplies its own accumulating evidence, and despises the calculations of a worldly prudence. In such faith the heroes of our race have fashioned all that is noble in its history thus far; by the same faith must we both interpret their heroism and seek to imitate it.


O God, the blessed assurance of all who trust in you: we give you thanks for your servant Fanny Crosby, who, though blind, beheld your glory with great clarity of vision and spent her life giving voice to your people’s heartfelt praise; and we pray that we, inspired by her words and example, may rejoice to sing of your love, through Jesus Christ our saviour and lord. Amen.

May the Lord bless us, protect us from all evil and bring us to everlasting life. Amen.


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