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Kejadian 4:1--8:22

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Kejadian 4:1--8:22

• [Kej 4:8] When Adam Fell

  When Adam fell, he quickly lost God’s image, which he once possessed: See all our nature since could boast In Cain, his first-born son, expressed! The sacrifice the Lord ordained In type of the Redeemer’s blood, Self-righteous reasoning Cain disdained, And thought his own first-fruits as good. Yet rage and envy filled his mind, When, with a fallen, downcast look, He saw his brother favor find, Who God’s appointed method took. By Cain’s own hand, good Abel died, Because the Lord approved his faith; And, when his blood for vengeance cried, He vainly thought to hide his death. Such was the wicked murderer Cain, And such by nature still are we, Until by grace we’re born again, Malicious, blind and proud, as he. Like him the way of grace we slight, And in our own devices trust; Call evil good, and darkness light, And hate and persecute the just. The saints, in every age and place, Have found this history fulfilled; The numbers all our thoughts surpass Of Abels, whom the Cains have killed! Thus Jesus fell—but O! His blood Far better things than Abel’s cries: Obtains His murderers peace with God, And gains them mansions in the skies.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kej 5:22] O Let Me Walk With Thee

  O let me walk with Thee, my God, As Enoch walked in days of old; Place Thou my trembling hand in Thine, And sweet communion with me hold; E’en though the path I may not see, Yet, Jesus, let me walk with Thee. I cannot, dare not, walk alone; The tempest rages in the sky, A thousand snares beset my feet, A thousand foes are lurking nigh. Still Thou the raging of the sea, O Master! let me walk with Thee. If I may rest my hand in Thine, I’ll count the joys of earth but loss, And firmly, bravely journey on; I’ll bear the banner of the cross Till Zion’s glorious gates I see; Yet, Savior, let me walk with Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kej 6:3] Hour-glass, The

  Alas! how swift the moments fly! How flash the years along! Scarce here, yet gone already by, The burden of a song. See childhood, youth, and manhood pass, And age, with furrowed brow; Time was—Time shall be—drain the glass— But where in Time is now? Time is the measure but of change; No present hour is found; The past, the future, fill the range Of Time’s unceasing round. Where, then is now? In realms above, With God’s atoning Lamb, In regions of eternal love, Where sits enthroned I AM. Then pilgrim, let thy joys and tears On Time no longer lean; But henceforth all thy hopes and fears From earth’s affections wean: To God let votive accents rise; With truth, with virtue, live; So all the bliss that Time denies Eternity shall give.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kej 6:3] Sinner, Come To Jesus

  Oh, sinner, turn to Jesus now, No longer make delay; Since Jesus died on Calvary, And opened up the way. Refrain Oh won’t you come to Jesus, be saved today, He’s earnestly pleading for all; The time will come when ’twill be too late, Too late to answer the call. The invitation is to you, Oh, come without delay; While Jesus pleads so tenderly, Now won’t you come today? Refrain The Lord has been so good to you, And saved you from all harm; But still He says, “My Spirit shall Not always strive with man.” Refrain The time will come, when Christ will say, Your days on earth are o’er; When you are doomed and cast away, You’ll hear My voice no more. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kej 6:3] Time, With An Unwearied Hand

  Time, with an unwearied hand, Pushes round the seasons past, And in life’s frail glass, the sand Sinks apace, not long to last: Many, well as you or I, Who last year assembled thus; In their silent graves now lie, Graves will open soon for us! Daily sin, and care, and strife, While the Lord prolongs our breath, Make it but a dying life, Or a kind of living death: Wretched they, and most forlorn, Who no better portion know; Better ne’er to have been born, Than to have our all below. When constrained to go alone, Leaving all you love behind; Entering on a world unknown, What will then support your mind? When the Lord His summons sends, Earthly comforts lose their power; Honors, riches, kindred, friends, Cannot cheer a dying hour. Happy souls who fear the Lord Time is not too swift for you; When your Savior gives the word, Glad you’ll bid the world adieu: Then He’ll wipe away your tears, Near Himself appoint your place; Swifter fly, ye rolling years, Lord, we long to see Thy face.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kej 6:16] Upper Window, The

  When God spoke unto Noah, and told him to build the ark, The Lord knew well the vessel would cheerless be and dark, So God said, “Build a window, with outlook toward the sky, That when it’s dark and lonesome, you’ll see Me standing by. Refrain “The storms will come, but fear not, oh, children, I am nigh, And through the upper window, you’ll see Me standing by. “It may be that affliction will rack and rend your frame, Until your mortal body is seared with fevered flame; But do not be discouraged, just lift your tear-dimmed eye, And through the upper window, you’ll see Me standing by. Refrain “Perhaps you’ll suffer losses, like houses, lands, and gold, And you will feel you’re homeless, and penniless, and old; But sweetest peace and comfort will lift your painful sigh, When through the upper window, you’ll see Me standing by. Refrain “It may be that bereavement will take a loved one dear, A soul that brought you gladness, real happiness and cheer; But it will cheer your sad heart, when loved ones from you fly, When through the upper window, you’ll see Me standing by.” Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kej 7:1] Out Of The Ark

  They dreamed not of danger, those sinners of old, Whom Noah was chosen to warn; By frequent transgressions their hearts had grown cold, They laughed his entreaties to scorn; Yet daily he called them, “Oh come, sinners, come, Believe and prepare to embark! Receive ye the message, and know there is room For all who will come to the Ark.” Refrain Then come, come, oh, come; There’s refuge alone in the Ark; Receive ye the message, and know there is room For all who will come to the Ark. He could not arouse them, unheeding they stood, Unmoved by his warning and prayer; The prophet passed in from the oncoming flood, And left them to hopeless despair; The floodgates were opened, the deluge came on, The heavens as midnight grew dark; Too late, then they turned, every foothold was gone, They perished in sight of the Ark. Refrain O sinners, the heralds of mercy implore, They cry like the patriarch, “Come”; The Ark of salvation is moored to your shore, Oh, enter while yet there is room! The storm cloud of justice rolls dark overhead, And when by its fury you’re tossed, Alas, of your perishing souls ’twill be said, “They heard—they refused—and were lost!” Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kej 8:10] Welcome For Me

  Like a bird on the deep, far away from its nest, I had wandered, my Savior, from Thee, But Thy dear loving voice called me home to Thy breast, And I knew there was welcome for me. Refrain Welcome for me, Savior, from Thee; A smile and a welcome for me; Now, like a dove, I rest in Thy love, And find a sweet refuge in Thee. I am safe in the ark; I have folded my wings On the bosom of mercy divine; I am filled with the light, of Thy presence so bright, And the joy that will ever be mine. Refrain I am safe in the ark, and I dread not the storm, Though around me the surges may roll; I will look to the skies, where the day never dies, I will sing of the joy in my soul. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kej 8:22] Bountiful Harvest

  We praise Thee, O Lord, for the bountiful harvest That now has been gathered and garnered with care; Rewarding the toil of the sower and reaper, While all in its blessings may share. Refrain For the bountiful harvest We praise Thee, we thank Thee and bless Thee, O Lord: For the bountiful harvest We praise Thee and bless Thee, O Lord. We praise Thee, O Lord, for the bountiful harvest, We praise Thee for sunshine, the dew and the rain; For soft summer breezes so gracefully bending The bright golden billows of grain. Refrain We praise Thee, O Lord, for the wonderful token That shines as it shone on Thy servants of old, The pledge and assurance that seedtime and harvest From earth Thou wilt never withhold. Refrain We praise Thee, O Lord, for Thy wonderful mercies, And while to Thy glory our voices we raise, O Thou that regardest the prayers of Thy people, Accept our thanksgiving and praise. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kej 8:22] God The Father! Whose Creation

  God the Father! Whose creation Gives to flowers and fruits their birth, Thou, whose yearly operation Brings the hour of harvest mirth, Here to Thee we make oblation Of the August-gold of earth. God the Word! the sun, maturing With his blessèd ray the corn, Spake of Thee, O Sun enduring, Thee, O everlasting Morn! Thee in Whom our woes find curing Thee that liftest up our horn. God the Holy Ghost! the showers That have fattened out the grain, Types of Thy celestial powers, Symbols of baptismal rain, Shadowed out the grace that dowers All the faithful of Thy train. When the harvest of each nation Severs righteousness from sin, And archangel proclamation Bids to put the sickle in, And each age and generation Sink to woe, or glory win; Grant that we, or young, or hoary, Lengthened be our span or brief, Whatsoe’er the life long story Of our joy or of our grief, May be garnered up in glory As Thine own elected sheaf. Laud to Him to Whom supernal Thrones and virtues bend the knee; Laud to Him from Whom infernal Powers and dominations flee; Laud to Him the co-eternal Paraclete, forever be.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kej 8:22] Praise To God, Your Praises Bring

  Praise to God, your praises bring; Hearts, bow down and voices, sing Praises to the glorious One, All His year of wonder done. Praise Him for His budding green, April’s resurrection scene; Praise Him for His shining hours, Starring all the land with flowers. Praise Him for His summer rain, Feeding, day and night, the grain; Praise Him for His tiny seed, Holding all His world shall need. Praise Him for the winter’s rest, Snow that falls on nature’s breast; Praise for happy dreams of birth, Brooding in the quiet earth. For His year of wonder done, Praise to the all glorious One! Hearts, bow down and voices, sing, Praise and love to nature’s King!

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  source: Cyberhymnal