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Kejadian 2:10

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Titus 1:6

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Kejadian 21:1-34

• [Kej 21:19] Open Mine Eyes

  Open mine eyes, dear Savior, I thirst in the noontide heat, I pine for refreshing waters That murmur so cool and sweet. Refrain Open mine eyes, dear Savior, now, Open mine eyes to see The well of Thy full salvation That sparkles and flows for me. Open mine eyes, dear Savior, I faint ’neath the burning sky, And here, in a lonely desert, For water in vain I cry. Refrain Open mine eyes, dear Savior, I know that the well is near; But O that my strength were stronger, Its mission more bright and clear. Refrain Whence is the voice that calleth? And what do mine eyes behold? O Savior, my prayer is answered, ’Tis answered a hundred fold. Praise to Thy Name, dear Savior mine, Joyfully now I see The well of Thy full salvation That sparkles and flows for me.

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Kejadian 2:10

• [Kej 2:10] Christians, Come, In Sweetest Measures

  Christians, come, in sweetest measures Sing of those who spread the treasures In the holy Gospels shrined; Blessèd tidings of salvation, Peace on earth their proclamation, Love from God to lost mankind. See the rivers four that gladden With their streams the better Eden, Planted by our Savior dear. Christ the Fountain, these the waters, Drink, O Zion’s sons and daughters; Drink and find salvation here. Here our souls, by Jesus sated, More and more shall be translated Earth’s temptations far above; Freed from sin’s abhorred dominion, Soaring on angelic pinion, They shall reach the Source of love. Then shall thanks and praise ascending For Thy mercies without ending Rise to Thee, O Savior blest. With Thy gracious aid defend us, Let Thy guiding light attend us, Bring us to Thy place of rest.

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Matius 16:26

• [Mat 16:26] God Gives His Mercies To Be Spent

  God gives His mercies to be spent; Your hoard will do your soul no good. Gold is a blessing only lent, Repaid by giving others food. The world’s esteem is but a bribe, To buy their peace you sell your own; The slave of a vainglorious tribe, Who hate you while they make you known. The joy that vain amusements give, O! sad conclusion that it brings! The honey of a crowded hive, Defended by a thousand stings. ’Tis thus the world rewards the fools That live upon her treacherous smiles: She leads them, blindfold, by her rules, And ruins all whom she beguiles. God knows the thousands who go down From pleasure into endless woe; And with a long despairing groan Blaspheme their Maker as they go. Oh fearful thought! be timely wise; Delight but in a Savior’s charms, And God shall take you to the skies, Embraced in everlasting arms.

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• [Mat 16:26] What Is He Worth To Your Soul?

  Jesus the Lord laid His glory aside, Sinners to save and make whole, Freely He died our transgressions to hide, What is He worth to your soul? Refrain What is He worth, what is He worth, What is He worth to your soul? He died on the tree, for you and for me, What is He worth to your soul? All that was His for the sinner He gave, Pointed the path to the goal; Sin would deprave, but the Savior would save, What is He worth to your soul? Refrain All that He saves He will keep till the end, Under His blessèd control; Men may depend on this wonderful Friend, What is He worth to your soul? Refrain All who will trust Him in sunshine and gloam, Shall, when they reach the bright goal, Ceasing to roam, be forever at home, What is He worth to your soul? Refrain

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• [Mat 16:26] Where Is Thy Refuge?

  Say, where is thy refuge, my brother, And what is thy prospect today? Why toil for the wealth that will perish, The treasures that rust and decay? Oh, think of thy soul, that forever Must live on eternity’s shore, When thou in the dust art forgotten, When pleasure can charm thee no more. Refrain ’Twill profit thee nothing, but fearful the cost, To gain the whole world if thy soul should be lost! To gain the whole world if thy soul should be lost! The Master is calling thee, brother, In tones of compassion and love, To feel that sweet rapture of pardon, And lay up thy treasure above; Oh, kneel at the cross where He suffered, To ransom thy soul from the grave, The arm of His mercy will hold Thee, The arm that is mighty to save. Refrain The summer is waning, my brother, Repent, ere the season is past; God’s goodness to thee is extended, As long as the day-beam shall last; Then slight not the warning repeated With all the bright moments that roll, Nor say, when the harvest is ended, That no one hath cared for thy soul. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal