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Yeremia 8:4--9:26
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[Yer 8:22] Fain Would I, Lord Of Grace
Fain would I, Lord of grace,
With penitential tears
The record of my sins efface,
That in Thy book appears: Fain would I journey hence,
In garb of stainless white,
And made by mine own penitence
Well pleasing in Thy sight. Fond idle dream! the foe
But lures and fools my soul;
Not all my tears can peace bestow—
Thou only makest whole. Hath ever sailor tossed,
Or sufferer racked in pain,
Within Thine anchorage been lost,
Or found Thy Gilead vain? Maker and Hope of all!
Wounded and sick am I:
Great Healer, save me, lest I fall
And perish utterly. Can boundless love reject?
Shall mercy say me nay,
Who cry with all Thine own elect
Before Thee, night and day? |
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source: Cyberhymnal |
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[Yer 9:7] O Beautiful For Spacious Skies
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain;
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood,
From sea to shining sea. O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine,
Till all success be nobleness,
And every gain divine. O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam,
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self control,
Thy liberty in law. |
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source: Cyberhymnal |
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[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 |
