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Yakobus 1:17

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Mazmur 72:1

• [Mzm 72:1] Great God, Whose Universal Sway

  Great God, whose universal sway The known and unknown worlds obey, Now give the kingdom to Thy Son, Extend His power, exalt His throne. Thy scepter well becomes His hands, All Heav’n submits to His commands; His justice shall avenge the poor, And pride and rage prevail no more. With power He vindicates the just, And treads th’oppressor in the dust; His worship and His fear shall last, Till hours, and years, and time be past. As rain on meadows newly mown, So shall He send His influence down; His grace on fainting souls distils, Like heav’nly dew on thirsty hills. The heathen lands that lie beneath The shades of overspreading death, Revive at His first dawning light, And deserts blossom at the sight. The saints shall flourish in His days, Dressed in the robes of joy and praise Peace, like a river from His throne, Shall flow to nations yet unknown.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 72:1] Hail To The Lord’s Anointed

  Hail to the Lord’s anointed, great David’s greater Son! Hail in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun! He comes to break oppression, to set the captive free; To take away transgression and rule in equity. He comes in succor speedy to those who suffer wrong; To help the poor and needy, and bid the weak be strong; To give them songs for sighing, their darkness turn to light, Whose souls, condemned and dying, were precious in His sight. By such shall He be fearèd while sun and moon endure; Beloved, obeyed, reverèd; for He shall judge the poor Through changing generations, with justice, mercy, truth, While stars maintain their stations, or moons renew their youth. He shall come down like showers upon the fruitful earth; Love, joy, and hope, like flowers, spring in His path to birth. Before Him, on the mountains, shall peace, the herald, go, And righteousness, in fountains, from hill to valley flow. Arabia’s desert ranger to Him shall bow the knee; The Ethiopian stranger His glory come to see; With offerings of devotion ships from the isles shall meet, To pour the wealth of oceans in tribute at His feet. Kings shall fall down before Him, and gold and incense bring; All nations shall adore Him, His praise all people sing; For He shall have dominion o’er river, sea and shore, Far as the eagle’s pinion or dove’s light wing can soar. For Him shall prayer unceasing and daily vows ascend; His kingdom still increasing, a kingdom without end: The mountain dews shall nourish a seed in weakness sown, Whose fruit shall spread and flourish and shake like Lebanon. O’er every foe victorious, He on His throne shall rest; From age to age more glorious, all blessing and all blest. The tide of time shall never His covenant remove; His Name shall stand forever, His Name to us is Love.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 72:1] O God, To Thine Anointed King

  O God, to Thine anointed King Give truth and righteousness; Thy people He will justly judge And give the poor redress. Then every fruitful mountainside Shall yield its rich increase, And righteousness in all the land Shall bear the fruit of peace. The poor man’s cause He will maintain, The needy He will bless, And He will break the strength of those Who would the poor oppress. So men shall fear Thee while the sun In daily splendor glows, And through all ages, while the moon On earth its light bestows. Like rain upon the newborn grass, That falls refreshingly, Like gentle showers that cheer the earth, So shall His coming be. The righteous in His glorious day Shall flourish and increase, The earth, until the moon shall fade, Shall have abundant peace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Yakobus 1:17

• [Yak 1:17] Dear Father-mother

  Dear Father-Mother, Thou dost grant All good and perfect gifts to me; ’Tis mine to raise this beacon here, Obedience unto Thee. He knows not death who Life obeys, Nor errs at all when Truth he heeds; While merged in Love, what hold has hate Upon his thoughts or deeds? Eternal Life and Truth and Love, They who obey Thine every call, Thy freemen are, and freely have Dominion over all.
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• [Yak 1:17] Mysterious Presence, Source Of All

  Mysterious Presence, Source of all— The world without, the soul within, Fountain of life, O hear our call, And pour Thy living waters in! Thou breathest in the rushing wind; Thy Spirit stirs in leaf and flower; Nor wilt Thou from the willing mind Withhold Thy light and love and power. Thy hand unseen to accents clear Awoke the psalmist’s trembling lyre, And touched the lip of holy seer With flame from Thine own altar fire. That touch divine, still, Lord, impart; Still give the prophet’s burning word; And, vocal in each waiting heart, Let living psalms of praise be heard.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yak 1:17] Praise God, From Whom All Blessings Flow

  Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
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• [Yak 1:17] Praise The Giver Of All

  Let us mingle our voices in chorus today; The earth is rejoicing, all nature is gay, And the stream in the valley goes laughing along; How happy its beautiful song. Refrain Praise the Lord, the Giver of all, Praise the Lord, the Giver of all; Let His children with rapture His mercy recall, The bountiful Giver of all. There is joy in the sunbeam that sparkles so bright And calls the young blossoms to welcome the light; And the bird in the greenwood is singing with glee, As cheerful and happy as we. Refrain Let us join the glad music and joyfully raise, In purest devotion, our jubilant praise; We are grateful to God for this beautiful day: We’ll sing the bright moments away. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yak 1:17] Thine Are All The Gifts, O God

  Thine are all the gifts, O God, Thine the broken bread; Let the naked feet be shod And the starving fed. Let Thy children, by Thy grace, Give as they abound, Till the poor have breathing-space, And the lost are found. Wiser than the miser’s hoards Is the giver’s choice; Sweeter than the song of birds Is the thankful voice; Welcome smiles on faces sad As the flowers of spring: Let the tender hearts be glad With the joy they bring. Happier for their pity’s sake Make their sports and plays, And from the lips of childhood take Thy perfected praise.

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  source: Cyberhymnal