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Amsal 3:6

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Amsal 3:6

• [Ams 3:6] Lead Us, O Father

  Lead us, O Father, in the paths of peace: Without Thy guiding hand we go astray, And doubts appall, and sorrows still increase; Lead us through Christ, the true and living Way. Lead us, O Father, in the paths of truth: Unhelped by Thee, in error’s name we grope, While passion stains, and folly dims our youth, And age comes on, uncheered by faith or hope. Lead us, O Father, in the paths of right: Blindly we stumble when we walk alone, Involved in shadows of a darksome night; Only with Thee we journey safely on. Lead us, O Father, to Thy heavenly rest, However rough and steep the path may be, Through joy or sorrow, as Thou deemest best, Until our lives are perfected in Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Ams 3:6] Leader Of Faithful Souls

  Leader of faithful souls, and Guide Of all who travel to the sky, Come, and with us, even us, abide, Who would on Thee alone rely; On Thee alone our spirits stay While held in life’s uneven sway. We’ve no abiding city here, But seek a city out of sight; Thither our steady course we steer, Aspiring to the plains of light, Jerusalem, the saints’ abode, Whose founder is the living God. Through Thee, who all our sins hast borne, Freely and graciously forgiven, With songs to Zion we return, Contending for our native heaven, That palace of our glorious King, We find it nearer while we sing. Raised by the breath of love divine, We urge our way with strength renewed, The Church of the first-born to join, We travel to the mount of God; With joy upon our heads arise, And meet our Captain in the skies.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Amsal 14:25

• [Ams 14:25] Shall I, For Fear Of Feeble Man

  Shall I, for fear of feeble man, The Spirit’s course in me restrain? Or, undismayed, in deed and word Be a true witness for my Lord? Awed by a mortal’s frown, shall I Conceal the Word of God most high? How then before Thee shall I dare To stand, or how Thine anger bear? Shall I, to soothe the unholy throng, Soften Thy truths, and smooth my tongue, To gain earth’s gilded toys, or flee The cross, endured, my God, by Thee? What then is he whose scorn I dread, Whose wrath or hate makes me afraid? A man! an heir of death! a slave To sin! a bubble on the wave! Yea, let men rage, since Thou wilt spread Thy shadowing wings around my head; Since in all pain Thy tender love Will still my sure refreshment prove. Savior of men, Thy searching eye Doth all my inmost thoughts descry; Doth aught on earth my wishes raise, Or the world’s pleasures, or its praise? The love of Christ doth me constrain To seek the wandering souls of men; With cries, entreaties, tears, to save, To snatch them from the gaping grave. For this let men revile my name. No cross I shun, I fear no shame, All hail, reproach, and welcome, pain! Only Thy terrors, Lord, restrain. My life, my blood, I here present, If for Thy truth they may be spent, Fulfill Thy sovereign counsel, Lord! Thy will be done, Thy Name adored! Give me Thy strength, O God of power; Then let winds blow, or thunders roar, Thy faithful witness will I be: ’Tis fixed; I can do all through Thee!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Amsal 15:28-29

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal