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Yeremia 32:17

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Yeremia 9:23

• [Yer 9:23] Let Not The Wise His Wisdom Boast

  Let not the wise his wisdom boast, The mighty glory in his might, The rich in flattering riches trust, Which take their everlasting flight. The rush of numerous years bears down The most gigantic strength of man; And where is all his wisdom gone, When dust he turns to dust again? One only gift can justify The boasting soul that knows his God; When Jesus doth His blood apply, I glory in His sprinkled blood. The Lord, my Righteousness, I praise, I triumph in the love divine, The wisdom, wealth, and strength of grace, In Christ through endless ages mine.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Yeremia 10:12

• [Yer 10:12] I Sing The Mighty Power Of God

  I sing the mighty power of God, that made the mountains rise, [or I sing th’almighty power of God…] That spread the flowing seas abroad, and built the lofty skies. I sing the wisdom that ordained the sun to rule the day; The moon shines full at God’s command, and all the stars obey. I sing the goodness of the Lord, who filled the earth with food, Who formed the creatures through the Word, and then pronounced them good. Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed, where’er I turn my eye, If I survey the ground I tread, or gaze upon the sky. There’s not a plant or flower below, but makes Thy glories known, And clouds arise, and tempests blow, by order from Thy throne; While all that borrows life from Thee is ever in Thy care; And everywhere that we can be, Thou, God art present there.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Yeremia 17:5

• [Yer 17:5] Cursed Is The One Who Trusts In Man

  Cursed is the one who trusts in man, Who leans on him for might. He turns away from God the Lord; His heart rejects what’s right. He’s like a bush out in the waste; Good times will pass him by. His place is parched and desolate, With none to hear his cry. But blessed the man who trusts the Lord; God is his hope and stay. He’s like a tree beside a stream; Its roots drink deep each day. It never fears in summertime; Its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a drought; Its fruit is always seen. Lord, may I never in mankind Place confidence or hope. A fruitless, barren state that brings, With none to help me cope. But may I always trust in You; Your Word will quench my thirst. You’ll give me strength for every trial; I’ll always put You first.

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  source: Cyberhymnal