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Amsal 3:4

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Amsal 8:22

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Amsal 8:22

• [Ams 8:22] Ere God Had Built The Mountains

  Ere God had built the mountains, Or raised the fruitful hills; Before He filled the fountains That feed the running rills; In me from everlasting, The wonderful I Am, Found pleasures never wasting, And Wisdom is my name. When, like a tent to dwell in, He spread the skies abroad, And swathed about the swelling Of Ocean’s mighty flood; He wrought by weight and measure, And I was with Him then: Myself the Father’s pleasure, And mine, the sons of men. Thus Wisdom’s words discover Thy glory and Thy grace, Thou everlasting Lover Of our unworthy race! Thy gracious eye surveyed us Ere stars were seen above; In wisdom Thou hast made us, And died for us in love. And couldst Thou be delighted With creatures such as we, Who, when we saw Thee, slighted, And nailed Thee to a tree? Unfathomable wonder, And mystery divine! The voice that speaks in thunder, Says, “Sinner, I am thine!”

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• [Ams 8:22] Shall Wisdom Cry Aloud?

  Shall Wisdom cry aloud, And not her speech be heard? The voice of God’s eternal Word, Deserves it no regard? “I was His chief delight, His everlasting Son, Before the first of all His works, Creation, was begun. “Before the flying clouds, Before the solid land, Before the fields, before the floods, I dwelt at His right hand. “When He adorned the skies, And built them, I was there, To order where the sun should rise, And marshal every star. “When He poured out the sea, And spread the flowing deep, I gave the flood a firm decree In its own bounds to keep. “Upon the empty air The earth was balanced well: With joy I saw the mansion where The sons of men should dwell. “My busy thoughts at first On their salvation ran, Ere sin was born, or Adam’s dust Was fashioned to a man. “Then come, receive My grace, Ye children, and be wise; Happy the man that keeps My ways; The man that shuns them dies.”

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Amsal 13:9

• [Ams 13:9] Hail, Holy Light! The World Rejoices

  Hail, holy Light! The world rejoices As morning breaks and shadows fly; All nature blends her myriad voices To greet the dayspring from on high, To greet the dayspring from on high. Break forth, in glory far excelling, O Light eternal, Love divine! Let Thy bright beams, all shades dispelling, Around us and within us shine, Around us and within us shine. The heav’nly hosts fall down before Thee, And “Holy!” cry, nor ever rest; The saints on earth, with them, adore Thee, Creator, Savior, Spirit blest, Creator, Savior, Spirit blest. O God, if we could duly praise Thee, Could we but voice the love we see, As sweet as song as angels raise Thee, Our Sabbath morning hymn should be, Our Sabbath morning hymn should be. Accept, O Father, we entreat Thee, The worship which Thy children bring; O, grant us grace in Heav’n to greet Thee, And with all saints Thy love to sing, And with all saints Thy love to sing.

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Amsal 19:12-13

• [Ams 19:12] Dew Of Mercy

  Like the still quiet fall of the silent dew of night On the leaves, that are folded to rest, Is the mercy of God when it droppeth from His throne, Bringing balm from the fields of the blest. Refrain Dew of mercy, dew of mercy, Ever dropping, gently dropping from above; Dew of mercy, how it cheers us, Ever dropping from a Savior’s love! How it cheers and revives every bud of Christian hope! How it takes every sorrow away! O ’tis sweeter by far than the drops of nature’s dew, And it falleth by night and by day. Refrain When we ask of the Lord, in our simple fervent prayer, For His blessing at morn and at even, Let us pray that our souls may be watered and refreshed, By the dew of His mercy from Heaven. Refrain

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• [Ams 19:12] Ye Heav’ns, Oh Haste Your Dews To Shed

  Ye heav’ns, oh haste your dews to shed, Ye clouds, rain gladness on our head, Thou earth, behold the time of grace, And blossom forth in righteousness! O living Sun, with joy break forth, And pierce the gloomy clefts of earth; Behold, the mountains melt away Like wax beneath Thine ardent ray! O Life-dew of the Churches, come, And bid this arid desert bloom! The sorrows of Thy people see, And take our human flesh on Thee. Refresh the parched and drooping mind, The broken limb in mercy bind, Us sinners from our guilt release, And fill us with Thy heavenly peace. O wonder! night no more is night! Comes then at last the longed-for light? Ah yes, Thou shinest, O true Sun, In whom are God and man made one!

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