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Kejadian 9:1-29

Matius 25:26

Ibrani 6:12

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Kejadian 9:1-29

• [Kej 9:13] Prayer For Creation

  O, Creator of the cosmos, we present our hearts in prayer. We are awestruck by your glory, which surrounds us everywhere. From the birdsong of the morning to a stormy sky at night, You reveal yourself in Nature, in its gentleness and might. Through each rainbow that you send us you renew your covenant With the earth and all life on it, telling us of your intent That each living thing should flourish, in its own way, in its place. You call us to new awareness of our neighbors and their space. In our eagerness to prosper, we have ravaged what was good. Using more than what was needed, taking everything we could. We have changed the gentle order you intended for the earth. Now we humbly ask the wisdom to be part of its re-birth. We seek mercy, we seek vision, and the courage we will need As we work to help the victims of the sins of human greed. By our choices, in our actions, may we be part of your plans. Help us gently till the Garden you’ve entrusted to our hands. Finding strength in common purpose, may your faithful people be Voices for a new perspective, leaders in simplicity. Give us guidance, O, Creator. Give us power to achieve True compassion for Creation as the legacy we leave.

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• [Kej 9:13] They’ll Soon Be O’er

  There is a calm for ev’ry storm We meet from day to day, A hallowed peace that dwells within, And smiles the clouds away. The star of hope still brightly shines, Though wild the breakers roar, And in its beams the words we trace, Life’s dream will soon be o’er. There is a Friend, a constant Friend, Who slumbers not nor sleeps, But safe within His tender care The trusting soul He keeps; His bow of love still spans the sky, And points to yonder shore, While on its beams the words we trace, Life’s cares will soon be o’er. There is a morn when we shall wake At home beyond the tide, And in our Savior’s likeness then We shall be satisfied; O hearts that yearn and bleed and break For joys that come no more, Look up and read the blessèd words, Life’s tears will soon be o’er.

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Kejadian 22:13

• [Kej 22:13] The Saints Should Never Be Dismayed

  The saints should never be dismayed, Nor sink in hopeless fear; For when they least expect His aid, The Savior will appear. This Abr’am found: he raised the knife; God saw, and said, “Forbear! Yon ram shall yield his meaner life; Behold the victim there.” Once David seemed Saul’s certain prey; But hark! the foe’s at hand; Saul turns his arms another way, To save th’invaded land. When Jonah sunk beneath the wave, He thought to rise no more; But God prepared a fish to save, And bear him to the shore. Blest proofs of power and grace divine, That meet us in His Word! May every deep felt care of mine Be trusted with the Lord. Wait for His seasonable aid, And though it tarry, wait: The promise may be long delayed, But cannot come too late.

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Kejadian 24:30-34

• [Kej 24:31] Welcome, One And All

  We are gathered today in our Sunday school, With our hearts full of grateful praise; We rejoice, we rejoice, as we hither come, That the Lord doth direct our ways. Refrain We would join in the song of welcome: Welcome one and all today! Let us strive with our might e’er to do the right, And to seek for the lambs astray. We would go forth with zeal in our Master’s Name, And would bring many wand’rers in; We would tell them of Christ, who from glory came, E’en to save them from death and sin. Refrain One and all with a will let us work today, To restore to the Lord His own; Leading souls to the bright and the shining way, Serving Jesus, and Him alone. Refrain

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Ibrani 6:12

• [Ibr 6:12] Triumphs Of The Saints, The

  The triumphs of the saints, The toils they bravely bore, The love that never faints, Their glory evermore— For these the Church today Pours forth her joyous lay; What victors wear so rich a bay? This clinging world of ill Them and their works abhorred; Its withering flowers still They spurned with one accord; They knew them short lived all, How soon they fade and fall, And followed, Jesu, at Thy call. What tongue may here declare, Fancy or thought descry, The joys Thou dost prepare For these Thy saints on high? Empurpled in the flood Of their victorious blood, They won the laurel from their God. O Lord most high, we pray, Stretch forth Thy mighty arm To put our sins away And shelter us from harm; O give Thy servants peace; From guilt and pain release; Our praise to Thee shall never cease.

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  source: Cyberhymnal