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Amsal 8:26

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Amsal 10:22

• [Ams 10:22] Sweet The Moments, Rich In Blessing

  Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross we spend, Life and health and peace possessing From the sinner’s dying Friend. Here I stay, forever viewing Mercy streaming in His blood; Precious drops, my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God. Truly blessèd is the station, Low before His cross to lie, While I see divine compassion Floating in His languid eye. Here we find our hope of Heaven, While upon the Lamb we gaze; Loving much, and much forgiven, Let our hearts o’erflow with praise. Oh, that, near the cross abiding, We may to the Savior cleave, Naught with Him our hearts dividing, All for Him content to leave! Lord, in ceaseless contemplation Fix our hearts and eyes on Thee, Till we taste Thy full salvation, And unveiled Thy glories see. For Thy sorrows we adore Thee, For the griefs that wrought our peace; Gracious Savior, we implore Thee, In our hearts Thy love increase.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Amsal 10:27

• [Ams 10:27] Thus Far The Lord Hath Led Me On

  Thus far the Lord hath led me on, Thus far His power prolongs my days, And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of His grace. Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home; But He forgives my follies past, And gives me strength for days to come. I lay my body down to sleep; Peace is the pillow for my head; While well appointed angels keep Their watchful stations round my bed. In vain the sons of earth or hell Tell me a thousand frightful things My God in safety makes me dwell Beneath the shadow of His wings. Faith in His Name forbids my fear; O may Thy presence ne’er depart! And in the morning make me hear The love and kindness of Thy heart. Thus, when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait Thy voice to rouse my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Amsal 16:3

• [Ams 16:3] Life In The Loom

  Children of yesterday, heirs of tomorrow, What are you weaving? labor and sorrow? Look to your loom again, faster and faster Fly the great shuttles prepared by the Master. There’s life in the loom! Room for it, room! There’s life in the loom! Room for it, room! Children of yesterday, heirs of tomorrow, Lighten the labor and sweeten the sorrow; Now while the shuttles fly faster and faster, Up and be doing the work with the Master. He stands at the loom! Room for Him, room! He stands at the loom! Room for Him, room! Children of yesterday, heirs of tomorrow, Look at your fabric of labor and sorrow; Seamy and dark with despair and disaster, Turn it and lo, the design of the Master. The Lord’s at the loom! Room for Him, room! The Lord’s at the loom! Room for Him, room!

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  source: Cyberhymnal