Excerpts from "Heart Breathings"
By Leonard Ravenhill

     
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    Pour Thyself through Me
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    Spirit of the living God, pray Thy mind through me; 
    Nothing less than Spirit-power do I ask of Thee. 
    Purge me, urge me, guide me, hide me- 
    Spirit of the living God, pray Thy mind through me.  
    
    Power of the eternal God, flow Thy power through me; 
    Holy, Pentecostal power do I ask of Thee. 
    Lowly, holy, for Thy glory- 
    Power of the eternal God, flow Thy power through me.  
    
    Mercy of the living God, channel love through me; 
    Nothing less than Calvary love meets the need for me. 
    Love that's burning, love that's yearning- 
    Mercy of the living God, channel love through me.  
    
    Grace of God, eternal grace, reach the lost through me; 
    Tenderness for every race do I ask of Thee. 
    Love them, lift them, reach them, teach them- 
    Grace of God, eternal grace, reach the lost through me.  
    
    Life of God, eternal life, pour Thyself through me; 
    Nothing less than Thine own life do I ask of Thee. 
    Life compelling, life that's telling- 
    Life of God, eternal life, pour Thyself through me. 
    

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    Thy Glory
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    When Thy Shekinah glory fell,
      The priests stood still in awe;  
    Nor could the great Apostle tell
      The glory that he saw  
    When Thou didst lift him to the sky
    To sights unseen by mortal eye.  
    
    When Moses stood with unshod feet
      And Thy great Presence felt,  
    No trumpeter could call retreat
      While gazing where Thou dwelt!  
    He listened, raptured by Thy voice,
    And strangely did his heart rejoice.  
    
    The toilers' fishing nets were left
      In answer to Thy call,  
    And worldly men, of sense bereft
      Before their feet would fall.  
    Those simple men Thou didst endue
    With power original to You.  
    
    O Lord, we labor in a day
      When men of faith are few.  
    Now just a remnant watch and pray.  
      Again we beg - endue  
    Thy church with apostolic power
    For true revival in this hour.  
    
    Have we the holy channel blocked
      With unbelief and sin?  
    Have we not asked and sought and knocked  
      To bring the glory in?  
    How is now Thy Spirit grieved  
      That He withholds the shower  
    That would revival tide bring in  
      And apostolic power?  
    
    Is Thy blest Holy Word unread?  
      And have we ceased to pray?  
    Have carnal longings in our hearts  
      Brought spiritual decay?  
    Come, great Physician, come,  
      And circumcise the heart;  
    Fleshly impediments remove  
      And all Thy might impart.  
    
    So let the beauty of the Lord
      On Christians be outpoured,  
    That we forget "our" ministry,  
      And glorify the Lord.  
    We hate the boasting flesh  
      Which often claims Thy name.  
    Descend, Oh Holy Ghost, descend  
      With all Thy purging flame! 

    
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    Love Like Thine
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    Love divine all love excelling, 
    Love divine all love compelling, 
    Love that counts all things but dross 
    In the light of Calvary's cross. 
    Love that loves unto the death, 
    Love that loves with every breath. 
    Love that knows His deepest pain, 
    Love that gives and gives again. 
    Love that burns with holy fire, 
    Love that prays in His desire, 
    Love that's deeper - love that's higher; 
    Love that serves and knows no cost, 
    Love to reach a world deceived and lost.  

    
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    I Walked Today
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    I walked today as Dante walked
      In days of long ago;  
    I gasped through stench of this earth's hell,  
      The air was filled with woe.  
    Men scarred with sin, in rags, ill shod,  
      Their face blank in despair,
    Their livid eyes burned into me-  
    I cried, "O Christ of Calvary,  
      Waken Thy church to care."  
    
    I walked today where Christ would walk
      If He were here on earth;  
    The air was thick with discontent
      And dark with lack of mirth.  
    It seemed despair had carved each face,
      And greed and lust and vice
    Like chains, had bound resentful men.  
    "And, Lord," I asked, "Oh when, Oh when
    Will Thy dear church revive again
      To seek Thy power in prayer?"  
    
    I walked today mid cultured vice
      And, as I walked, I wept.  
    I thought, Lord, of Thy sacrifice,
      And how Thy church has crept
    Along the road this past decade
      And slumbered in soft pews,
    While millions in their sinful plight
    Fall into hell's eternal night.  
    O Christ, in mercy purge our blight;  
      Anoint Thy church to tell!  
    
    (Written after a visit to a drug area in a large city.) 
    
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    Excerpts taken from "Heart Breathings" 
    by  Leonard Ravenhill. 
    Used by permission. 
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