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Amsal 3:10

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Amsal 3:10

• [Ams 3:10] How Blest The Matron, Who, Endued

  How blest the matron, who, endued With holy zeal and fortitude, Has won through grace a saintly fame, And owns a dear and honored name. Such holy love inflamed her breast She would not seek on earth her rest, But, strong in faith and patience, trod The narrow way that leads to God. She learned, through fasting, to control The flesh that weigheth down the soul, And then, by prayer’s sweet food sustained, To seek the joys she now has gained. O Christ, from Whom all virtue springs, Who only doest wondrous things, To Thee, the King of saints, we pray, Accept and bless Thy flock today. All praise to God the Father be, All praise, eternal Son, to Thee, Whom with the Spirit we adore For ever and for evermore.

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Amsal 3:13

• [Ams 3:13] Happy The Man That Finds The Grace

  Happy the man that finds the grace, The blessing of God’s chosen race, The wisdom coming from above, The faith that sweetly works by love. Happy beyond description he Who knows: The Savior died for me; The gift unspeakable obtains, And heavenly understanding gains. Wisdom divine! Who tells the price Of wisdom’s costly merchandise; Wisdom to silver we prefer, And gold is dross compared to her. Her hands are filled with length of days, True riches, and immortal praise, Riches of Christ, on all bestowed, And honor that descends from God. To purest joys she all invites, Chaste, holy, spiritual delights; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her flowery paths are peace. Happy the man who wisdom gains, Thrice happy who his Guest retains! He owns, and shall for ever own, Wisdom, and Christ, and Heaven are one.

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• [Ams 3:13] O Happy Is The Man Who Hears

  O happy is the man who hears Instruction’s warning voice; And who celestial Wisdom makes His early, only choice. For she has treasures greater far Than east or west unfold; And her rewards more precious are Than all their stores of gold. In her right hand she holds to view A length of happy days; Riches with splendid honors joined Are what her left displays. She guides the young with innocence, In pleasure’s paths to tread, A crown of glory she bestows Upon the hoary head. According as her labors rise, So her rewards increase; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace.

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Amsal 13:12

• [Ams 13:12] Gather Round The Christmas Tree

  Gather around the Christmas tree! Gather around the Christmas tree! Evergreen have its branches been, It is king of all the woodland scene; For Christ our King is born today! His reign shall never pass away. Refrain Hosanna, hosanna, Hosanna in the highest! Gather around the Christmas tree! Gather around the Christmas tree! Once the pride of the mountainside, Now cut down to grace our Christmastide; For Christ from Heav’n to earth came down, To gain, through death, a nobler crown. Refrain Gather around the Christmas tree! Gather around the Christmas tree! Every bough bears a burden now— They are gifts of love for us, we trow; For Christ is born, His love to show, And give good gifts to men below. Refrain Farewell to thee, O Christmas tree! Farewell to thee, O Christmas tree! Twelve months o’er, we shall meet once more, Merry welcome singing, as of yore, For Christ now reigns, our Savior dear, And gives us Christmas every year! Refrain

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• [Ams 13:12] Object Of All Our Knowledge Here

  Object of all our knowledge here, Our one Desire, and Hope below, Jesus, the Crucified, draw near, And with Thy sad disciples go: Our thoughts and words to Thee are known, We commune of Thyself alone. How can it be, our reason cries, That God should leave His throne above? Is it for man th’Immortal dies? For man, who tramples on His love? For man, who nailed Him to the tree? O Love! O God! He dies for me! Why then, if Thou for me hast died, Dost Thou not yet Thyself impart? We hoped to feel Thy blood applied, To find Thee risen in our heart, Redeemed from all iniquity, Saved, to the utmost saved, thro’ Thee. Have we not then believed in vain, By Christ unsanctified, unfreed? In us He is not ris’n again, We know not but He still is dead, No life, no righteousness we have, Our hopes seem buried in His grave. Ah! Lord, if Thou indeed art ours, If Thou for us hast burst the tomb, Visit us with Thy quickening powers, Come to Thy mournful followers, come, Thyself to Thy weak members join, And fill us with the life divine. Thee, the great Prophet sent from God, Mighty in deed and word we own; Thou hast on some the grace bestowed, Thy rising in their hearts made known; They publish Thee to life restored, Attesting they have seen the Lord. Alas for us, whose eyes are held! Why cannot we our Savior see? With us Thou art yet still concealed: O might we hear one word from Thee! Speak, and to our unbelief reprove, Our baseness to mistrust Thy love. Fools as we are, and slow of heart, So backward to believe the Word! The Prophets’ only aim Thou art: They sang the sufferings of their Lord, Thy life for ours a ransom given, Thy rising to ensure our Heaven. Ought not our Lord the death to die, And then the glorious life to live? To stoop; and then to go up on high? The pain, and then the joy receive? His blood, the purchase price lay down, Endure the cross, and claim the crown? Ought not the members all to pass The way their Head had passed before? Thro’ sufferings perfected He was, The garment dipped in blood He wore, That we with Him might die, and rise And bear His nature to the skies!

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Amsal 15:29

• [Ams 15:29] Faint Falls The Gentle Voice Of Prayer

  Faint falls the gentle voice of prayer, In the wild sounds that fill the air, Yet, Lord, we know that voice is heard, Not less than if Thy throne it stirred. Thine ear, Thou tender One, is caught, If we but bend the knee in thought; No choral song that shakes the sky Floats farther than the Christian’s sigh. Not all the darkness of the land Can hide the lifted eye and hand; Nor need the clanging conflict cease, To make Thee hear our cries for peace.

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• [Ams 15:29] O God, Who Didst Thy Will Unfold

  O God, who didst Thy will unfold In wondrous modes to saints of old, By dream, by oracle, or seer, Wilt Thou not still Thy people hear? What though no answering voice is heard! Thine oracles, the written Word, Counsel and guidance still impart, Responsive to the upright heart. What though no more by dreams is shown That future things to God are known; Enough the promises reveal: Wisdom and love the rest conceal. Faith asks no signal from the skies, To show that prayers accepted rise; Our Priest is in the holy place, And answers from the throne of grace. No need of prophets to inquire: The sun is risen; the stars retire; The Comforter is come, and sheds His holy unction on our heads. Lord, with this grace our hearts inspire; Answer our sacrifice by fire; And by Thy mighty acts declare Thou art the God Who heareth prayer.

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• [Ams 15:29] O Thou Who Hearest Every Heartfelt Prayer

  O thou who hearest every heartfelt prayer, With Thy rich grace, Lord, all our hearts prepare. Thou art our life, Thou art our love and light, O let this Sabbath hour with Thee be bright.
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Amsal 20:11

• [Ams 20:11] We Are But Little Children Weak

  We are but little children weak, Nor born in any high estate; What can we do for Jesus’ sake, Who is so high and good and great? We know the holy innocents Laid down for Him their infant life, And martyrs brave and patient saints Have stood for Him in fire and strife. We wear the cross they wore of old Our lips have learned like vows to make; We need not die; we cannot fight; What may we do for Jesus’ sake? O day by day each Christian child Has much to do, without, within; A death to die for Jesus’ sake, A weary war to wage with sin. When deep within our swelling hearts The thoughts of pride and anger rise, When bitter words are on our tongues, And tears of passion in our eyes; Then we may stay the angry blow, Then we may check the hasty word, Give gentle answers back again, And fight a battle for our Lord. With smiles of peace and looks of love, Light in our dwellings we may make, Bid kind good humor brighten there, And still do all for Jesus’ sake. There’s not a child so weak and small But has his little cross to take, His little work of love and praise, That he may do for Jesus’ sake.

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Amsal 21:16

• [Ams 21:16] Weary Souls, That Wander Wide

  Weary souls, who wander wide From the central point of bliss, Turn to Jesus crucified, Fly to those dear wounds of His: Sink into the purple flood; Rise into the life of God. Find in Christ the way of peace, Peace unspeakable, unknown; By His pain He gives you ease, Life by His expiring groan: Rise, exalted by His fall, Find in Christ your all in all. O believe the record true, God to you His Son hath given; Ye may now be happy, too, Find on earth the life of Heaven: Live the life of Heaven above, All the life of glorious love. This the universal bliss, Bliss for every soul designed; God’s primeval promise this, God’s great gift to all mankind: Blest in Christ this moment be, Blest to all eternity!

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Amsal 23:26

• [Ams 23:26] Give Me Thy Heart

  “Give Me thy heart,” says the Father above— No gift so precious to Him as our love; Softly He whispers wherever thou art, “Gratefully trust Me and give Me thy heart.” Refrain “Give Me thy heart, give me thy heart”— Hear the soft whisper, wherever thou art; From this dark world He would draw thee apart, Speaking so tenderly, “Give Me thy heart.” “Give Me thy heart,” says the Savior of men, Calling in mercy again and again; “Trust in Me only, I’ll never depart— Have I not died for thee? Give Me thy heart.” Refrain “Give Me thy heart,” says the Spirit divine; “All that thou hast to My keeping resign; Grace more abounding is Mine to impart— Make full surrender and give Me thy heart.” Refrain

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