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Yakobus 1:17

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Yakobus 1:17

• [Yak 1:17] Dear Father-mother

  Dear Father-Mother, Thou dost grant All good and perfect gifts to me; ’Tis mine to raise this beacon here, Obedience unto Thee. He knows not death who Life obeys, Nor errs at all when Truth he heeds; While merged in Love, what hold has hate Upon his thoughts or deeds? Eternal Life and Truth and Love, They who obey Thine every call, Thy freemen are, and freely have Dominion over all.
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• [Yak 1:17] Mysterious Presence, Source Of All

  Mysterious Presence, Source of all— The world without, the soul within, Fountain of life, O hear our call, And pour Thy living waters in! Thou breathest in the rushing wind; Thy Spirit stirs in leaf and flower; Nor wilt Thou from the willing mind Withhold Thy light and love and power. Thy hand unseen to accents clear Awoke the psalmist’s trembling lyre, And touched the lip of holy seer With flame from Thine own altar fire. That touch divine, still, Lord, impart; Still give the prophet’s burning word; And, vocal in each waiting heart, Let living psalms of praise be heard.

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• [Yak 1:17] Praise God, From Whom All Blessings Flow

  Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
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• [Yak 1:17] Praise The Giver Of All

  Let us mingle our voices in chorus today; The earth is rejoicing, all nature is gay, And the stream in the valley goes laughing along; How happy its beautiful song. Refrain Praise the Lord, the Giver of all, Praise the Lord, the Giver of all; Let His children with rapture His mercy recall, The bountiful Giver of all. There is joy in the sunbeam that sparkles so bright And calls the young blossoms to welcome the light; And the bird in the greenwood is singing with glee, As cheerful and happy as we. Refrain Let us join the glad music and joyfully raise, In purest devotion, our jubilant praise; We are grateful to God for this beautiful day: We’ll sing the bright moments away. Refrain

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• [Yak 1:17] Thine Are All The Gifts, O God

  Thine are all the gifts, O God, Thine the broken bread; Let the naked feet be shod And the starving fed. Let Thy children, by Thy grace, Give as they abound, Till the poor have breathing-space, And the lost are found. Wiser than the miser’s hoards Is the giver’s choice; Sweeter than the song of birds Is the thankful voice; Welcome smiles on faces sad As the flowers of spring: Let the tender hearts be glad With the joy they bring. Happier for their pity’s sake Make their sports and plays, And from the lips of childhood take Thy perfected praise.

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Maleakhi 3:6

• [Mal 3:6] God Of The Changing Year

  God of the changing year, whose arm of power In safety leads through danger’s darkest hour, Here in Thy temple bow Thy children down, To bless Thy mercy and Thy might to own. Thine are the beams that cheer us on our way, And pour around the gladdening light of day; Thine is the night, and the fair orbs that shine To cheer its hours of darkness; all are Thine. If round our path the thorns of sorrow grew, And mortal friends were faithless, Thou wast true; Did sickness shake the frame, or anguish tear The wounded spirit, Thou was present there. O lend Thine ear, and lift our voice to Thee; Where’er we dwell, still let Thy mercy be; From year to year still nearer to Thy shrine Draw our frail hearts, and make them wholly Thine.

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• [Mal 3:6] I Hear The Words Of Love

  I hear the words of love, I gaze upon the blood, I see the mighty sacrifice, And I have peace with God. ’Tis everlasting peace, Sure as Jehovah’s Name; ’Tis stable as His steadfast throne, For evermore the same. The clouds may go and come, And storms may sweep my sky; This blood-sealed friendship changes not, The cross is ever nigh. I change—He changes not; The Christ can never die; His love, not mine, the resting-place; His truth, not mine, the tie. My love is oftimes low, My joy still ebbs and flows; But peace with Him remains the same, No change Jehovah knows.

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• [Mal 3:6] Roll Out, O Song, To God!

  Roll out, O song to God! Move on, ye throngs of men! Chances and changes come and go; God changeth not! Amen. And on the throngs of men, On worrying care and strife, Sinks down, as if from angel tongues, The word of hope and life. Down in the darksome ways And worrying whirl of life Sinks, like a strain of vesper song, The thought of His great strife; Who, of the virgin born, Made all our chains His own, And broke them with His own right arm, Nor left us more alone. Amid the weak, One strong, Amid the false, One true, Amid all change, One changing not, One hope we ne’er shall rue. In Whose sight all is now, In Whose love all is best: The things of this world pass away, Come, let us in Him rest.

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• [Mal 3:6] ’twixt Gleams Of Joy And Clouds Of Doubt

  ’Twixt gleams of joy and clouds of doubt our feelings come and go; Our daily state is tossed about in ceaseless ebb and flow. No mood of feeling, form of thought, is constant for a day; But Thou, O Lord, Thou changest not, the same Thou art alway. Out of the weak, unquiet drift that comes but to depart, To that pure heaven my spirit lift where Thou unchanging art. Lay hold of me with Thy strong grasp, let Thine almighty arm In its embrace my weakness clasp, and I shall fear no harm. Thy purpose of eternal good let me but surely know, On this I’ll lean—let changing mood and feeling come or go Glad when Thy sunshine fills my soul, nor sad when clouds overcast, Since Thou within Thy sure control of love dost hold me fast.

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• [Mal 3:6] The Year Is Swiftly Waning

  The year is swiftly waning, The summer days are past; And life, brief life, is speeding; The end is nearing fast. The ever changing seasons In silence come and go; But Thou, eternal Father, No time or change canst know. O, pour Thy grace upon us, That we may worthier be, Each year that passes o’er us, To dwell in heaven with Thee. Behold the bending orchards With bounteous fruit are crowned; Lord, in our hearts more richly Let heavenly fruits abound. O, by each mercy sent us, And by each grief and pain, By blessings like the sunshine, And sorrows like the rain. Our barren hearts make fruitful With every goodly grace, That we Thy Name may hallow, And see at last Thy face.

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