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Titus 1:9

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Lukas 10:21

• [Luk 10:21] O Lord Of Heav’n And Earth And Sea

  O Lord of Heav’n and earth and sea, To Thee all praise and glory be; How shall we show our love to Thee, Who givest all? The golden sunshine, vernal air, Sweet flowers and fruits, Thy love declare; Where harvests ripen, Thou art there, Who givest all. For peaceful homes and healthful days, For all the blessings earth displays, We owe Thee thankfulness and praise, Who givest all. Thou didst not spare Thine only Son, But gav’st Him for a world undone, And freely, with that blessèd One, Thou givest all. Thou giv’st the Spirit’s blessèd dower, Spirit of life and love and power, And dost His sevenfold graces shower Upon us all. For souls redeemed, for sins forgiv’n, For means of grace and hopes of Heav’n, Father, all praise to Thee be giv’n, Who givest all. We lose what on ourselves we spend, We have as treasure without end Whatever, Lord, to Thee we lend, Who givest all. Whatever, Lord, we lend to Thee, Repaid a thousand-fold will be; Then gladly will we give to Thee Who givest all. To Thee, from Whom we all derive Our life, our gifts, our power to give: O may we ever with Thee live, Who givest all.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Roma 11:33-36

• [Rm 11:33] Lord, My Weak Thought In Vain Would Climb

  Lord, my weak thought in vain would climb To search the starry vault profound; In vain would wing her flight sublime To find creation’s utmost bound. But weaker yet that thought must prove To search Thy great eternal plan, Thy sovereign counsels, born of love Long ages ere the world began. When my dim reason would demand Why that, or this, Thou dost ordain, By some vast deep I seem to stand, Whose secrets I must ask in vain. When doubts disturb my troubled breast, And all is dark as night to me, Here, as on solid rock, I rest— That so it seemeth good to Thee. Be this my joy, that evermore Thou rulest all things at Thy will; Thy sovereign wisdom I adore, And calmly, sweetly, trust Thee still.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Rm 11:33] Thou, The Great, Eternal God

  Thou, the great, eternal God, Art high above our thought! Worthy to be feared, adored, By all Thy hands have wrought: None can with Thyself compare; Thy glory fills both earth and sky; We, and all thy creatures, are As nothing in Thine eyes. Of Thy great unbounded power To Thee the praise we give, Infinitely great, and more Than heart can e’er conceive: When Thou wilt to work proceed, Thy purpose firm none can withstand, Frustrate the determined deed, Or stay the almighty hand. Thou, our God, art wise alone; Thy counsel doth excel; Wonderful Thy works we own, Thy ways unsearchable; Who can sound the mystery, Thy judgments’ deep abyss explain, Thine, whose eyes in darkness see, And search the heart of man?

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Rm 11:36] Glory Be To The God The Father

  Glory be to God the Father, Glory be to God the Son, Glory be to God the Spirit, Great Jehovah, Three in One! Glory, glory, glory, glory, While eternal ages run! Glory be to Him Who loved us, Washed us from each spot and stain! Glory be to Him Who bought us, Made us kings with Him to reign! Glory, glory, glory, glory, To the Lamb that once was slain! Glory to the King of angels, Glory to the church’s King, Glory to the King of nations! Heaven and earth, your praises bring; Glory, glory, glory, glory, To the King of glory bring! “Glory, blessing, praise eternal!” Thus the choir of angels sings; “Honor, riches, power, dominion!” Thus its praise creation brings; Glory, glory, glory, glory, Glory to the King of kings!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Rm 11:36] Lift Up Thyself, My Soul

  Lift up thyself, my soul, Above this world’s control! Spend and be spent in holy hymns of praise. Be armed with pure desire, Burn with celestial fire; Unto the King of kings our voice we raise; To Him a crown we weave, and bring A sacrifice of words, a bloodless offering. Thee on the troubled deep, Thee o’er the islands steep, Thee through the mighty continents of land, Thee in the city’s throng, Or mountain tops along, Or when in celebrated plains I stand, Thee, Thee, O blessèd One, I sing, Thee, Thee, O Father of the world, Eternal King! Thy praise I hymn by night, Thy praise at morning light, Thy praise by day, Thy praise at eventide. This know the hoary stars, And moon with silver bars, And chiefly He that doth on high preside O’er all the host of Heav’n, the sun Who measuring time for holy souls his course doth run. O Mind immutable! O Light inscrutable! Thine is the eye that guides the lightning fire, In Thee the ages live, Thou dost their limits give, Who can Thy praises reach, Eternal Sire? Thou art beyond the dreams of men; Beyond the reach of mind, or highest angel’s ken. O’er all Thy rule is spread, The living and the dead; To minds that be, the parent Mind Thou art; All Heav’n Thou dost control, Thou nourishest the soul, And dost to spirit energy impart, The Spring Thou art whence all things flow; And from eternity the Root whence all things grow.

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  source: Cyberhymnal