Acts 1:3

• [Act 1:3] Forty Days Thy Seer Of Old

  Forty days Thy seer of old Communed with Thee, O Most High; Fain Thy glories to behold And Thy glory passing by. In the rocky cleft he bowed; Thou, as mortal gaze might bear, Part revealed and part in cloud, Didst Thy secret Name declare. Forth days of Easter-tide Thou didst commune with Thine own; Now by glimpses, Lord, descried, Handled now and proved and known; Known, most Merciful, yet veiled; Else before the awful sight Surely heart and flesh had failed, Smitten with exceeding light. Risen Master, fain would we, Sharing those unearthly days, Morn and eve, on shore and sea, Watch Thy movements, mark Thy ways; Catch by faith each glad surprise Of Thy footstep drawing nigh, Hear Thy sudden greeting rise— “Peace be to you! It is I”; Secrets of Thy kingdom learn, Read the visions open spread, Feel Thy Word within us burn, Know Thee in the broken bread. So Thy glory’s skirts beside Gently led from grace to grace, We Thy coming may abide, And adore Thee face to face.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Acts 26:20

• [Act 26:20] Because I Knew Not When My Life Was Good

  Because I knew not when my life was good, And when there was a light upon my path, But turned my soul perversely to the dark, O Lord, I do repent. Because I held upon my selfish road, And left my brother wounded by the way, And called ambition duty, and pressed on, O Lord, I do repent. Because I spent the strength Thou gavest me In struggle which Thou never didst ordain, And have imperfect life to offer Thee, O Lord, I do repent. Because I was impatient, would not wait, And thrust my willful hand across Thy threads, And marred the pattern drawn out for my life, O Lord, I do repent.

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  source: Cyberhymnal