Day 1

SONGS

CAMP VERSE:     
"They shall be mine
saith the Lord of Hosts, 
 in that day when I
        make up my jewels        
Malachi 3:17

Jesus:  a Stone Most Precious!

CAMP SONG: 

My Father is omnipotent,

And that you can't deny,

A God of might and miracles,

'Tis written in the sky.

The Bible tells us of His power

And wisdom all way through,

And every little rock and flower

Are testimonies, too.

It took a miracle to put the stars in place,

It took a miracle to hang the world in space,

But when He saved my soul,

Cleansed and made me whole,

It took a miracle of Love and Grace!

MEDITATION: 

                 "He searcheth out the stones of darkness."

                                       Job 28:3

PRAYER: 

"Search me, Oh God, and know my heart;

Try me, and know my thoughts:

And see if there be any wicked way in me,

And lead me in the way everlasting.

In Jesus name I pray,

Amen."

I Saw God Wash the World Last Night

I saw God wash the world last night
And in the morning sun
Each blade of grass and tree and flower
Each little wing of bird and bee
Glistened in its purity.
I saw God wash the world last night!

I saw God wash a camp last night;
He washed them every one.
Each stain of  lust, of pride, and hate,
Of evil thoughts or sinful state,
And in their place gave purity.
I saw God wash a camp last night!

I saw God wash each precious soul
Dear souls for whom Christ died;
With gifts of grace and love and joy--
Forgiveness--gifts without alloy
He showered upon each upturned face.
I saw God wash sinful hearts last night!

Like rain drops glistening in the sun
God's jewels--just begun!
Oh, mould and shape and fashion, Lord
By thine own hand and Holy Word
Until each facet flashes fire--
A STONE MOST PRECIOUS--THY HEART'S DESIRE!
--Mrs. A. C. Mackey

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Midi Playing: When He Cometh

Lyrics below:

When He cometh, when He cometh
To make up His jewels,
All His jewels, precious jewels,
His loved and His own.

Like the stars of the morning
His bright crown adorning,
They shall shine in their beauty,
Bright gems for His crown.

He will gather, He will gather
The gems for His kingdom,
All the pure ones, all the bright ones,
His loved and His own.

Like the stars of the morning
His bright crown adorning,
They shall shine in their beauty,
Bright gems for His crown.

Little children, little children,
Who love their Redeemer,
Are the jewels, precious jewels,
His loved and His own.

Like the stars of the morning
His bright crown adorning,
They shall shine in their beauty,
Bright gems for His crown.

William O. Cushing--Words
George F. Root--Music