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Kejadian 4:1--8:22

Ratapan 1:1--5:22

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Kejadian 4:1--8:22

• [Kej 4:8] When Adam Fell

  When Adam fell, he quickly lost God’s image, which he once possessed: See all our nature since could boast In Cain, his first-born son, expressed! The sacrifice the Lord ordained In type of the Redeemer’s blood, Self-righteous reasoning Cain disdained, And thought his own first-fruits as good. Yet rage and envy filled his mind, When, with a fallen, downcast look, He saw his brother favor find, Who God’s appointed method took. By Cain’s own hand, good Abel died, Because the Lord approved his faith; And, when his blood for vengeance cried, He vainly thought to hide his death. Such was the wicked murderer Cain, And such by nature still are we, Until by grace we’re born again, Malicious, blind and proud, as he. Like him the way of grace we slight, And in our own devices trust; Call evil good, and darkness light, And hate and persecute the just. The saints, in every age and place, Have found this history fulfilled; The numbers all our thoughts surpass Of Abels, whom the Cains have killed! Thus Jesus fell—but O! His blood Far better things than Abel’s cries: Obtains His murderers peace with God, And gains them mansions in the skies.

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• [Kej 5:22] O Let Me Walk With Thee

  O let me walk with Thee, my God, As Enoch walked in days of old; Place Thou my trembling hand in Thine, And sweet communion with me hold; E’en though the path I may not see, Yet, Jesus, let me walk with Thee. I cannot, dare not, walk alone; The tempest rages in the sky, A thousand snares beset my feet, A thousand foes are lurking nigh. Still Thou the raging of the sea, O Master! let me walk with Thee. If I may rest my hand in Thine, I’ll count the joys of earth but loss, And firmly, bravely journey on; I’ll bear the banner of the cross Till Zion’s glorious gates I see; Yet, Savior, let me walk with Thee.

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• [Kej 6:3] Hour-glass, The

  Alas! how swift the moments fly! How flash the years along! Scarce here, yet gone already by, The burden of a song. See childhood, youth, and manhood pass, And age, with furrowed brow; Time was—Time shall be—drain the glass— But where in Time is now? Time is the measure but of change; No present hour is found; The past, the future, fill the range Of Time’s unceasing round. Where, then is now? In realms above, With God’s atoning Lamb, In regions of eternal love, Where sits enthroned I AM. Then pilgrim, let thy joys and tears On Time no longer lean; But henceforth all thy hopes and fears From earth’s affections wean: To God let votive accents rise; With truth, with virtue, live; So all the bliss that Time denies Eternity shall give.

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• [Kej 6:3] Sinner, Come To Jesus

  Oh, sinner, turn to Jesus now, No longer make delay; Since Jesus died on Calvary, And opened up the way. Refrain Oh won’t you come to Jesus, be saved today, He’s earnestly pleading for all; The time will come when ’twill be too late, Too late to answer the call. The invitation is to you, Oh, come without delay; While Jesus pleads so tenderly, Now won’t you come today? Refrain The Lord has been so good to you, And saved you from all harm; But still He says, “My Spirit shall Not always strive with man.” Refrain The time will come, when Christ will say, Your days on earth are o’er; When you are doomed and cast away, You’ll hear My voice no more. Refrain

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• [Kej 6:3] Time, With An Unwearied Hand

  Time, with an unwearied hand, Pushes round the seasons past, And in life’s frail glass, the sand Sinks apace, not long to last: Many, well as you or I, Who last year assembled thus; In their silent graves now lie, Graves will open soon for us! Daily sin, and care, and strife, While the Lord prolongs our breath, Make it but a dying life, Or a kind of living death: Wretched they, and most forlorn, Who no better portion know; Better ne’er to have been born, Than to have our all below. When constrained to go alone, Leaving all you love behind; Entering on a world unknown, What will then support your mind? When the Lord His summons sends, Earthly comforts lose their power; Honors, riches, kindred, friends, Cannot cheer a dying hour. Happy souls who fear the Lord Time is not too swift for you; When your Savior gives the word, Glad you’ll bid the world adieu: Then He’ll wipe away your tears, Near Himself appoint your place; Swifter fly, ye rolling years, Lord, we long to see Thy face.

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• [Kej 6:16] Upper Window, The

  When God spoke unto Noah, and told him to build the ark, The Lord knew well the vessel would cheerless be and dark, So God said, “Build a window, with outlook toward the sky, That when it’s dark and lonesome, you’ll see Me standing by. Refrain “The storms will come, but fear not, oh, children, I am nigh, And through the upper window, you’ll see Me standing by. “It may be that affliction will rack and rend your frame, Until your mortal body is seared with fevered flame; But do not be discouraged, just lift your tear-dimmed eye, And through the upper window, you’ll see Me standing by. Refrain “Perhaps you’ll suffer losses, like houses, lands, and gold, And you will feel you’re homeless, and penniless, and old; But sweetest peace and comfort will lift your painful sigh, When through the upper window, you’ll see Me standing by. Refrain “It may be that bereavement will take a loved one dear, A soul that brought you gladness, real happiness and cheer; But it will cheer your sad heart, when loved ones from you fly, When through the upper window, you’ll see Me standing by.” Refrain

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• [Kej 7:1] Out Of The Ark

  They dreamed not of danger, those sinners of old, Whom Noah was chosen to warn; By frequent transgressions their hearts had grown cold, They laughed his entreaties to scorn; Yet daily he called them, “Oh come, sinners, come, Believe and prepare to embark! Receive ye the message, and know there is room For all who will come to the Ark.” Refrain Then come, come, oh, come; There’s refuge alone in the Ark; Receive ye the message, and know there is room For all who will come to the Ark. He could not arouse them, unheeding they stood, Unmoved by his warning and prayer; The prophet passed in from the oncoming flood, And left them to hopeless despair; The floodgates were opened, the deluge came on, The heavens as midnight grew dark; Too late, then they turned, every foothold was gone, They perished in sight of the Ark. Refrain O sinners, the heralds of mercy implore, They cry like the patriarch, “Come”; The Ark of salvation is moored to your shore, Oh, enter while yet there is room! The storm cloud of justice rolls dark overhead, And when by its fury you’re tossed, Alas, of your perishing souls ’twill be said, “They heard—they refused—and were lost!” Refrain

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• [Kej 8:10] Welcome For Me

  Like a bird on the deep, far away from its nest, I had wandered, my Savior, from Thee, But Thy dear loving voice called me home to Thy breast, And I knew there was welcome for me. Refrain Welcome for me, Savior, from Thee; A smile and a welcome for me; Now, like a dove, I rest in Thy love, And find a sweet refuge in Thee. I am safe in the ark; I have folded my wings On the bosom of mercy divine; I am filled with the light, of Thy presence so bright, And the joy that will ever be mine. Refrain I am safe in the ark, and I dread not the storm, Though around me the surges may roll; I will look to the skies, where the day never dies, I will sing of the joy in my soul. Refrain

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• [Kej 8:22] Bountiful Harvest

  We praise Thee, O Lord, for the bountiful harvest That now has been gathered and garnered with care; Rewarding the toil of the sower and reaper, While all in its blessings may share. Refrain For the bountiful harvest We praise Thee, we thank Thee and bless Thee, O Lord: For the bountiful harvest We praise Thee and bless Thee, O Lord. We praise Thee, O Lord, for the bountiful harvest, We praise Thee for sunshine, the dew and the rain; For soft summer breezes so gracefully bending The bright golden billows of grain. Refrain We praise Thee, O Lord, for the wonderful token That shines as it shone on Thy servants of old, The pledge and assurance that seedtime and harvest From earth Thou wilt never withhold. Refrain We praise Thee, O Lord, for Thy wonderful mercies, And while to Thy glory our voices we raise, O Thou that regardest the prayers of Thy people, Accept our thanksgiving and praise. Refrain

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• [Kej 8:22] God The Father! Whose Creation

  God the Father! Whose creation Gives to flowers and fruits their birth, Thou, whose yearly operation Brings the hour of harvest mirth, Here to Thee we make oblation Of the August-gold of earth. God the Word! the sun, maturing With his blessèd ray the corn, Spake of Thee, O Sun enduring, Thee, O everlasting Morn! Thee in Whom our woes find curing Thee that liftest up our horn. God the Holy Ghost! the showers That have fattened out the grain, Types of Thy celestial powers, Symbols of baptismal rain, Shadowed out the grace that dowers All the faithful of Thy train. When the harvest of each nation Severs righteousness from sin, And archangel proclamation Bids to put the sickle in, And each age and generation Sink to woe, or glory win; Grant that we, or young, or hoary, Lengthened be our span or brief, Whatsoe’er the life long story Of our joy or of our grief, May be garnered up in glory As Thine own elected sheaf. Laud to Him to Whom supernal Thrones and virtues bend the knee; Laud to Him from Whom infernal Powers and dominations flee; Laud to Him the co-eternal Paraclete, forever be.

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• [Kej 8:22] Praise To God, Your Praises Bring

  Praise to God, your praises bring; Hearts, bow down and voices, sing Praises to the glorious One, All His year of wonder done. Praise Him for His budding green, April’s resurrection scene; Praise Him for His shining hours, Starring all the land with flowers. Praise Him for His summer rain, Feeding, day and night, the grain; Praise Him for His tiny seed, Holding all His world shall need. Praise Him for the winter’s rest, Snow that falls on nature’s breast; Praise for happy dreams of birth, Brooding in the quiet earth. For His year of wonder done, Praise to the all glorious One! Hearts, bow down and voices, sing, Praise and love to nature’s King!

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Ratapan 1:1--5:22

• [Rat 1:12] All Ye That Pass By

  All ye that pass by, To Jesus draw nigh: To you is it nothing that Jesus should die? Your ransom and peace, Your surety He is: Come, see if there ever was sorrow like His. For what you have done His blood must atone: The Father hath punished for you His dear Son. The Lord, in the day Of His anger, did lay Your sins on the Lamb, and He bore them away. He answered for all: O come at His call, And low at His cross with astonishment fall! But lift up your eyes At Jesus’ cries: Impassive, He suffers; immortal, He dies. He dies to atone For sins not His own; Your debt He hath paid, and your work He hath done. Ye all may receive The peace He did leave, Who made intercession, “My Father, forgive!” For you and for me He prayed on the tree: The prayer is accepted, the sinner is free. That sinner am I, Who on Jesus rely, And come for the pardon God cannot deny. My pardon I claim; For a sinner I am, A sinner believing in Jesus’ Name. He purchased the grace Which now I embrace: O Father, Thou know’st He hath died in my place. His death is my plea; My Advocate see, And hear the blood speak that hath answered for me. My ransom He was When He bled on the cross; And losing His life He hath carried my cause.

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• [Rat 1:12] My Savior! I Behold Thy Life

  My Savior! I behold Thy life Of not one smile and many tears; I mark the spiritual strife, Thy human woes, Thy human fears, And cry, “Was ever grief like Thine, Or debt of sin so vast as mine?” I watch Thine agonizing hour, I see Thee by Thine own betrayed, Alone in Pilate’s craven power, And scourged and scornfully arrayed, And cry, “Was ever grief like Thine Or debt of sin so vast as mine?” I see Thee fainting on Thy way, Reviled and mocked of all the throng, I hear the bitter words they say, The abject’s sneer, the drunkard’s song, And cry, “Was ever grief like Thine, Or debt of sin so vast as mine?” That sin in every taunt I hear, And see in every look of scorn; It is the Cross which Thou dost bear, The sharpness of Thy crown of thorn: Dear Lord, “Was ever grief like Thine, Or debt of sin so vast as mine?” My Savior, I behold Thy death, I hear Thy cries, Thy last words seven, I see the scowling gaze beneath, Above, the darkened face of Heaven, And cry, “Was ever grief like Thine, Or debt of sin so vast as mine?” My Savior, I behold Thy grave In that still garden’s awful gloom, I see Thee lying there to save My soul from an eternal tomb, And cry, “Was ever grief like Thine, Or debt of sin so vast as mine?” And yet with all I hear and see Of Death, or Passion of Thy life, Sweet hopes are ministered to me And voices fall with comfort rife, That say, “Because He lived and died, From sin thou canst be purified!”

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• [Rat 2:19] Our Cities Cry To You, O God

  Our cities cry to you, O God, From out their pain and strife; You made us for Yourself alone, But we choose alien life. Our goals are pleasure, gold, and power; Injustice stalks our earth; In vain we seek for rest, for joy, For sense of human worth. Yet still You walk our streets, O Christ! We know Your presence here, Where humble Christians love and serve In godly grace and fear. O Word made flesh, be seen in us! May all we say and do Affirm You God incarnate still And turn sad hearts to You! Your people are Your hands and feet To serve Your world today; Our lives, the book our cities read To help them find your way. O pour Your sovereign Spirit out On heart and will and brain: Inspire Your church with love and power To ease our cities’ pain! O healing Savior, Prince of Peace, Salvation’s source and sum, For You our broken cities cry— O come, Lord Jesus, come! With truth Your royal diadem, With righteousness Your rod, O come, Lord Jesus, bring to earth The city of our God!

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• [Rat 3:22] Every Morning Mercies New

  Every morning mercies new Fall as fresh as morning dew; Every morning let us pay Tribute with the early day: For Thy mercies, Lord, are sure; Thy compassion doth endure. Still the greatness of Thy love Daily doth our sins remove; Daily, far as east from west, Lifts the burden from the breast; Gives unbought to those who pray Strength to stand in evil day. Let our prayers each morn prevail, That these gifts may never fail; And, as we confess the sin And the tempter’s power within, Every morning, for the strife, Feed us with the Bread of Life. As the morning light returns, As the sun with splendor burns, Teach us still to turn to Thee, Ever blessèd Trinity, With our hands our hearts to raise, In unfailing prayer and praise.

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• [Rat 3:22] God Of Our Life

  God of our life, through all the circling years, We trust in Thee; In all the past, through all our hopes and fears, Thy hand we see. With each new day, when morning lifts the veil, We own Thy mercies, Lord, which never fail. God of the past, our times are in Thy hand; With us abide. Lead us by faith to hope’s true promised land; Be Thou our Guide. With Thee to bless, the darkness shines as light, And faith’s fair vision changes into sight. God of the coming years, through paths unknown We follow Thee; When we are strong, Lord, leave us not alone; Our Refuge be. Be Thou for us in life our daily Bread, Our heart’s true Home when all our years have sped.

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• [Rat 3:22] Great Is Thy Faithfulness

  Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father; There is no shadow of turning with Thee; Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not; As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be. Refrain Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is Thy faithfulness! Morning by morning new mercies I see. All I have needed Thy hand hath provided; Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me! Summer and winter and springtime and harvest, Sun, moon and stars in their courses above Join with all nature in manifold witness To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love. Refrain Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide; Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow, Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside! Refrain

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• [Rat 3:22] Like Dews Of The Morning

  Like dews of the morning Thy mercies descend, And blessings unnumbered our pathway attend; We feel Thou art with us, we list to Thy voice; O Jesus our Savior, in Thee we rejoice. Refrain We praise thee, we bless Thee, O Savior divine, We praise thee, we bless Thee, We praise thee, we bless Thee, O Savior divine; All honor and glory forever be Thine. Though trials befall us, and clouds may arise, We know that the sunshine will break thro’ the skies; In light or in darkness, whate’er it may be, If Thou art still with us, then happy are we. Refrain Like dew at the twilight, when nature, at rest, Has folded her blossoms to sleep on her breast; Anew with Thy blessings our cup overflows, While gently from labor Thou bidd’st us repose. Refrain

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• [Rat 3:22] New Every Morning Is The Love

  New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life and power and thought. New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. If, on our daily course, our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice. Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, As more of heaven in each we see; Some softening gleam of love and prayer Shall dawn on every cross and care. We need not bid, for cloistered cell, Our neighbor and our words farewell, Nor strive to find ourselves too high For sinful man beneath the sky. The trivial round, the common task, Will furnish all we ought to ask; Room to deny ourselves, a road To bring us daily nearer God. Seek we no more; content with these, Let present rapture, comfort, ease— As heaven shall bid them, come and go: The secret this of rest below. Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love, Fit us for perfect rest above, And help us, this and every day, To live more nearly as we pray.

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• [Rat 3:22] Sovereign Protector I Have, A

  A Sov’reign Protector I have, Unseen, yet forever at hand, Unchangeably faithful to save, Almighty to rule and command. He smiles, and my comforts abound; His grace as the dew shall descend; And walls of salvation surround The soul He delights to defend. Inspirer and Hearer of prayer, Thou Shepherd and Guardian of Thine, My all to Thy covenant care I sleeping and waking resign. If Thou art my Shield and my Sun, The night is no darkness to me; And fast as my moments roll on, They bring me but nearer to Thee. Kind Author, and ground of my hope, Thee, Thee, for my God I avow; My glad Ebenezer set up, And own Thou hast helped me till now. I muse on the years that are past, Wherein my defense Thou hast proved; Nor wilt Thou relinquish at last A sinner so signally loved!

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• [Rat 3:22] Sun Is On The Land And Sea, The

  The sun is on the land and sea, The day begun; Our morning hymn begins with Thee, Blest Three in One; Our praise shall rise continually Till day is done. Thy love was ever in our view, Like stars, by night; Thy gifts are every morning new, O God of light; Thy mercy, like the heavens’ blue, Fills all our sight. We do not know what grief or care The day may bring; The heart shall find some gladness there, That loves its King; The life that serves Thee everywhere Can always sing. All glory to the Father be, With Christ the Son, And, Holy Spirit, unto Thee, Forever One; All glory to the Trinity While ages run!

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• [Rat 3:22] Sweet Is The Breath Of Morning Air

  Sweet is the breath of morning air; Sweet is the dawn, when skies are fair; Sweeter by far than aught beside In God’s own favor to abide. Blest be the gracious power above For all our rest, and all His love; For health preserved, for strength retained, For faith renewed, and hope regained. Wake, and the song of joy up-raise; Wake, and resound Jehovah’s praise; Praise ye the God of death and night; Praise ye the Lord of life and light! O, let Thy watchful care, dear Lord, Direct each deed, and mold each word; Check every thought that turns astray; And guide and guard us through the day.

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• [Rat 3:22] Thy Goodness, Lord, Our Souls Confess

  Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess, Thy goodness we adore: A spring, whose blessings never fail, A sea without a shore. Sun, moon and stars Thy love attest, In every cheerful ray: Love draws the curtains of the night, And love restores the day. Thy bounty every season crowns, With all the bliss it yields; With joyful clusters bend the vines, With harvests wave the fields. But chiefly Thy compassions, Lord, Are in the Gospel seen; There, like the sun, Thy mercy shines, Without a cloud between. Thy Son, Thy noblest, choicest gift, Was from Thy bosom sent To bear from off a sinking world Its load of punishment. Ours is the life, the glory ours, And His the death and shame; Pardon, acceptance, peace, and joy, Are published in His Name.

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• [Rat 3:24] My Heart Is Resting, O My God

  My heart is resting, O my God— I will give thanks and sing; My heart is at the secret source Of every precious thing. Now the frail vessel Thou hast made No hand but Thine shall fill— For the waters of the Earth have failed, And I am thirsty still. I thirst for springs of heavenly life, And here all day they rise— I seek the treasure of Thy love, And close at hand it lies. And a new song is in my mouth To long loved music set— Glory to Thee for all the grace I have not tasted yet. Glory to Thee for strength withheld, For want and weakness known— And the fear that sends me to Thy breast For what is most my own. I have a heritage of joy That yet I must not see; But the hand that bled to make it mine Is keeping it for me. There is a certainty of love That sets my heart at rest— A calm assurance for today That to be poor is best— A prayer reposing on His truth Who hath made all things mine, That draws my captive will to Him, And makes it one with Thine. I will give thanks for suffering now, For want and toil and loss— For the death that sin makes hard and slow, Upon my Savior’s cross— Thanks for the little spring of love That gives me strength to say, If they will leave me part in Him, Let all things pass away. Sometimes I long for promised bliss, But it will not come too late— And the songs of patient spirits rise From the place wherein I wait; While in the faith that makes no haste My soul has time to see A kneeling host of Thy redeemed, In fellowship with me. There is a multitude around Responsive to my prayer; I hear the voice of my desire Resounding everywhere. But the earnest of eternal joy, In every prayer I trace; I see the glory of the Lord: On every chastened face. How oft, in still communion known, Those spirits have been sent To share the travail of my soul, Or show me what it meant! And I long to do some work of love No spoiling hand could touch, For the poor and suffering of Thy flock Who comfort me so much. But the yearning thought is mingled now With the thankful song I sing; For Thy people know the secret source Of every precious thing. The heart that ministers for Thee In Thy own work will rest; And the subject spirit of a child Can serve Thy children best. Mine be the reverent, listening love, That waits all day on Thee, With the service of a watchful heart Which no one else can see— The faith that, in a hidden way No other eye may know, Finds all its daily work prepared, And loves to have it so. My heart is resting, O my God, My heart is in Thy care— I hear the voice of joy and health Resounding everywhere. “Thou art my portion,” saith my soul, Ten thousand voices say, And the music of their glad Amen, Will never die away.

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• [Rat 3:41] Lift Up Your Hearts

  “Lift up your hearts!” We lift them, Lord, to Thee; Here at Thy feet none other may we see; “Lift up your hearts!” E’en so, with one accord, We lift them up, we lift them to the Lord. Above the level of the former years, The mire of sin, the weight of guilty fears, The mist of doubt, the blight of love’s decay, O Lord of Light, lift all our hearts today! Above the swamps of subterfuge and shame, The deeds, the thoughts, that honor may not name, The halting tongue that dares not tell the whole, O Lord of Truth, lift every Christian soul! Above the storms that vex this lower state, Pride, jealousy, and envy, rage, and hate, And cold mistrust that holds e’en friends apart, O Lord of Love, lift every brother’s heart! Lift every gift that Thou Thyself hast given; Low lies the best till lifted up to heaven; Low lie the bounding heart, the teeming brain, Till, sent from God, they mount to God again. Then, as the trumpet call, in after years, “Lift up your hearts!” rings pealing in our ears, Still shall those hearts respond, with full accord “We lift them up, we lift them to the Lord!”

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• [Rat 3:41] We Lift Our Hearts To Thee

  We lift our hearts to Thee, O Day Star from on high! The sun itself is but Thy shade, Yet cheers both earth and sky. O let Thine orient beams The night of sin disperse, The mists of error and of vice Which shade the universe. How beauteous nature now: How dark and sad before! With joy we view the pleasing change, And nature’s God adore. O may no gloomy crime Pollute the rising day; Or Jesus’ blood, like evening dew, Wash all the stains away. May we this life improve, To mourn for errors past; And live this short, revolving day As if it were our last. To God—the Father, Son, And Spirit—One in Three, Be glory; as it was, is now, And shall forever be.

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• [Rat 3:55] This My Plea

  What I am, Thine eye can see, Yet I come, O Lord, to Thee. Though my sins are crimson red, Yet for me Thy blood was shed. Refrain This my plea, my only plea: Through Thy off’ring once for me, I may cast myself on Thee, Jesus, my Redeemer. As I am, I seek Thy face, Kneeling at the door of grace; O forgive this heart of mine, Cleanse me now and seal me Thine. Refrain As I am, O blessèd Lord, I believe and trust Thy Word; Let my soul no longer roam, Take, O take the wand’rer home. Refrain Lost, but found, my sins forgiv’n, Child of God and heir of Heav’n; Lost, but found, what joy is mine! Thou dost cleanse and keep me Thine. Refrain

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• [Rat 5:19] Great God, How Infinite Art Thou!

  Great God, how infinite art Thou! What worthless worms are we! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to Thee. Thy throne eternal ages stood, Ere seas or stars were made: Thou art the ever living God, Were all the nations dead. Nature and time quite naked lie To Thine immense survey, From the formation of the sky To the great burning day. Eternity, with all its years, Stands present in Thy view; To Thee there’s nothing old appears; Great God! There’s nothing new. Our lives through various scenes are drawn, And vexed with trifling cares; While Thine eternal thought moves on Thine undisturbed affairs. Great God, how infinite art Thou! What worthless worms are we! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to Thee.

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• [Rat 5:21] Awake, O Lord, As In The Time Of Old!

  Awake, O Lord, as in the time of old! Come, Holy Spirit, in Thy power and might; For lack of Thee our hearts are strangely cold, Our minds but blindly groping towards the light. Doubts are abroad: make Thou these doubts to cease! Fears are within: set Thou these fears at rest! Strife is among us: melt that strife to peace! Change marches onward: may all change blest! Make us to be what we profess to be; Let prayer be prayer, and praise be heartfelt praise; From unreality, O set us free, And let our words be echoed by our ways. Turn us, good Lord, and so shall we be turned: Let every passion grieving Thee be stilled: Then shall our race be won, our guerdon earned, Our Master looked on, and our joy fulfilled.

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