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Amsal 3:6

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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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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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• [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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Amsal 6:20

• [Ams 6:20] Memories Of Mother

  My mother’s hand is on my brow, Her gentle voice is pleading now; Across the years so marred by sin What memories of love steal in! Refrain O mother, when I think of thee, ’Tis but a step to Calvary; Thy gentle hand upon my brow Is leading me to Jesus now. Once more I see that look of pain, The anguish in those eyes again; My heart is sad, for well I know My sin has caused this bitter woe. Refrain While others scorned me in their pride She gently drew me to her side; When all the world has turned away, My mother stood by me that day. Refrain The memories of bygone years, My mother’s love, my mother’s tears, The tho’t of all her constant care Doth bring the answer to her prayer. Refrain I’m coming home, by sin beset, For Jesus loves me even yet; My mother’s love brings home to me The greater love of Calvary. Refrain

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Amsal 13:12

• [Ams 13:12] Gather Round The Christmas Tree

  Gather around the Christmas tree! Gather around the Christmas tree! Evergreen have its branches been, It is king of all the woodland scene; For Christ our King is born today! His reign shall never pass away. Refrain Hosanna, hosanna, Hosanna in the highest! Gather around the Christmas tree! Gather around the Christmas tree! Once the pride of the mountainside, Now cut down to grace our Christmastide; For Christ from Heav’n to earth came down, To gain, through death, a nobler crown. Refrain Gather around the Christmas tree! Gather around the Christmas tree! Every bough bears a burden now— They are gifts of love for us, we trow; For Christ is born, His love to show, And give good gifts to men below. Refrain Farewell to thee, O Christmas tree! Farewell to thee, O Christmas tree! Twelve months o’er, we shall meet once more, Merry welcome singing, as of yore, For Christ now reigns, our Savior dear, And gives us Christmas every year! Refrain

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• [Ams 13:12] Object Of All Our Knowledge Here

  Object of all our knowledge here, Our one Desire, and Hope below, Jesus, the Crucified, draw near, And with Thy sad disciples go: Our thoughts and words to Thee are known, We commune of Thyself alone. How can it be, our reason cries, That God should leave His throne above? Is it for man th’Immortal dies? For man, who tramples on His love? For man, who nailed Him to the tree? O Love! O God! He dies for me! Why then, if Thou for me hast died, Dost Thou not yet Thyself impart? We hoped to feel Thy blood applied, To find Thee risen in our heart, Redeemed from all iniquity, Saved, to the utmost saved, thro’ Thee. Have we not then believed in vain, By Christ unsanctified, unfreed? In us He is not ris’n again, We know not but He still is dead, No life, no righteousness we have, Our hopes seem buried in His grave. Ah! Lord, if Thou indeed art ours, If Thou for us hast burst the tomb, Visit us with Thy quickening powers, Come to Thy mournful followers, come, Thyself to Thy weak members join, And fill us with the life divine. Thee, the great Prophet sent from God, Mighty in deed and word we own; Thou hast on some the grace bestowed, Thy rising in their hearts made known; They publish Thee to life restored, Attesting they have seen the Lord. Alas for us, whose eyes are held! Why cannot we our Savior see? With us Thou art yet still concealed: O might we hear one word from Thee! Speak, and to our unbelief reprove, Our baseness to mistrust Thy love. Fools as we are, and slow of heart, So backward to believe the Word! The Prophets’ only aim Thou art: They sang the sufferings of their Lord, Thy life for ours a ransom given, Thy rising to ensure our Heaven. Ought not our Lord the death to die, And then the glorious life to live? To stoop; and then to go up on high? The pain, and then the joy receive? His blood, the purchase price lay down, Endure the cross, and claim the crown? Ought not the members all to pass The way their Head had passed before? Thro’ sufferings perfected He was, The garment dipped in blood He wore, That we with Him might die, and rise And bear His nature to the skies!

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  source: Cyberhymnal