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Mazmur 50:10-12

• [Mzm 50:12] All Things Are Thine

  All things are Thine; no gift have we, Lord of all gifts, to offer Thee: And hence with grateful hearts today Thine own before Thy feet we lay. Thy will was in the builders’ thought; Thy hand unseen amidst us wrought; Through mortal motive, scheme and plan Thy wise eternal purpose ran. No lack Thy perfect fullness knew; For human needs and longings grew This house of prayer, this home of rest, In the fair garden of the West. In weakness and in want we call On Thee for Whom the heavens are small; Thy glory is Thy children’s good, Thy joy Thy tender Fatherhood. O Father, deign these walls to bless; Fill with Thy love their emptiness; And let their door a gateway be To lead us from ourselves to Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 50:12] God Of The Earth, The Sky, The Sea!

  God of the earth, the sky, the sea! Maker of all above, below! Creation lives and moves in Thee, Thy present life in all doth flow. Refrain We give Thee thanks, Thy Name we sing, Almighty Father, heavenly King. Thy love is in the sunshine’s glow, Thy life is in the quickening air; When lightning flashes and storm winds blow, There is Thy power; Thy law is there. Refrain We feel Thy calm at evening’s hour, Thy grandeur in the march of night; And when Thy morning breaks in power, We hear Thy Word, “Let there be light.” Refrain But higher far, and far more clear, Thee in man’s spirit we behold; Thine image and Thyself are there— Th’indwelling God, proclaimed of old. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 50:12] This Is My Father’s World

  This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres. This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas; His hand the wonders wrought. This is my Father’s world, the birds their carols raise, The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise. This is my Father’s world: He shines in all that’s fair; In the rustling grass I hear Him pass; He speaks to me everywhere. This is my Father’s world. O let me ne’er forget That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet. This is my Father’s world: the battle is not done: Jesus Who died shall be satisfied, And earth and Heav’n be one. This is my Father’s world, dreaming, I see His face. I ope my eyes, and in glad surprise cry, “The Lord is in this place.” This is my Father’s world, from the shining courts above, The Beloved One, His Only Son, Came—a pledge of deathless love. This is my Father’s world, should my heart be ever sad? The lord is King—let the heavens ring. God reigns—let the earth be glad. This is my Father’s world. Now closer to Heaven bound, For dear to God is the earth Christ trod. No place but is holy ground. This is my Father’s world. I walk a desert lone. In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze God makes His glory known. This is my Father’s world, a wanderer I may roam Whate’er my lot, it matters not, My heart is still at home.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 50:12] World For God, The

  The world for God! The world for God! There’s nothing else will meet the hunger of my soul. I see forsaken children, I see the tears that fall From women’s eyes once merry, now never laugh at all; I see the sins and sorrows of those who sit in darkness; I see in lands far distant, the hungry and oppressed. But behold! On a hill, Calvary! Calvary! Refrain The world for God! The world for God! I give my heart! I’ll do my part! The world for God! The world for God! I give my heart! I’ll do my part! The world for God! The world for God! I call to arms the soldiers of the blood and fire: Go with the Holy Bible. Its words are peace and life To multitudes who struggle with crime and want and strife. Go with your songs of mercy, show Christ in loving kindness, Make known the sufferings of the cross, the sacrifice of God. For behold! On a hill, Calvary! Calvary! Refrain The world for God! The world for God! For this, dear Lord, give to my soul consuming fire. Give fire that makes men heroes, turns weakness into might, The fire that gives the courage to suffer for the fight, The fire that changes fearing to Pentecostal daring, The fire that makes me willing for Christ to live or die; For behold! On a hill, Calvary! Calvary! Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Roma 11:36

• [Rm 11:36] Glory Be To The God The Father

  Glory be to God the Father, Glory be to God the Son, Glory be to God the Spirit, Great Jehovah, Three in One! Glory, glory, glory, glory, While eternal ages run! Glory be to Him Who loved us, Washed us from each spot and stain! Glory be to Him Who bought us, Made us kings with Him to reign! Glory, glory, glory, glory, To the Lamb that once was slain! Glory to the King of angels, Glory to the church’s King, Glory to the King of nations! Heaven and earth, your praises bring; Glory, glory, glory, glory, To the King of glory bring! “Glory, blessing, praise eternal!” Thus the choir of angels sings; “Honor, riches, power, dominion!” Thus its praise creation brings; Glory, glory, glory, glory, Glory to the King of kings!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Rm 11:36] Lift Up Thyself, My Soul

  Lift up thyself, my soul, Above this world’s control! Spend and be spent in holy hymns of praise. Be armed with pure desire, Burn with celestial fire; Unto the King of kings our voice we raise; To Him a crown we weave, and bring A sacrifice of words, a bloodless offering. Thee on the troubled deep, Thee o’er the islands steep, Thee through the mighty continents of land, Thee in the city’s throng, Or mountain tops along, Or when in celebrated plains I stand, Thee, Thee, O blessèd One, I sing, Thee, Thee, O Father of the world, Eternal King! Thy praise I hymn by night, Thy praise at morning light, Thy praise by day, Thy praise at eventide. This know the hoary stars, And moon with silver bars, And chiefly He that doth on high preside O’er all the host of Heav’n, the sun Who measuring time for holy souls his course doth run. O Mind immutable! O Light inscrutable! Thine is the eye that guides the lightning fire, In Thee the ages live, Thou dost their limits give, Who can Thy praises reach, Eternal Sire? Thou art beyond the dreams of men; Beyond the reach of mind, or highest angel’s ken. O’er all Thy rule is spread, The living and the dead; To minds that be, the parent Mind Thou art; All Heav’n Thou dost control, Thou nourishest the soul, And dost to spirit energy impart, The Spring Thou art whence all things flow; And from eternity the Root whence all things grow.

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  source: Cyberhymnal