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Yakobus 4:13-17
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[Yak 4:14] God Holds The Future In His Hands
Dread not the things that are ahead,
The burdens great, the sinking sands,
The thorns that o’er the path are spread,
God holds the future in His hands. Refrain God holds the future in His hands
And every heart He understands.
On Him depend,
He is your Friend,
He holds the future in His hands. We know not what tomorrow hides,
Of sun or storm or good or ill;
We only know His dear hand guides,
And He will be our Father still. Refrain His hand created earth and sky,
The zephyrs and the storms that rage,
And years to come and years gone by
To Him are but an open page. Refrain Live close to Him and trust His love,
Assured that while on earth we roam,
Whate’er may come, He bends above
To guide His children safely home. Refrain |
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[Yak 4:14] I Know Not What The Future Hath
I know not what the future hath
Of marvel or surprise,
Assured alone that life and death
God’s mercy underlies. And if my heart and flesh are weak
To bear an untried pain,
The bruised reed He will not break,
But strengthen and sustain. No offering of my own I have,
Nor works my faith to prove;
I can but give the gifts He gave,
And plead His love for love. And so beside the silent sea
I wait the muffled oar;
No harm from Him can come to me
On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care. |
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source: Cyberhymnal |
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[Yak 4:14] Tomorrow, Lord, Is Thine
Tomorrow, Lord, is Thine
Lodged in Thy sovereign hand;
And if its sun arise and shine,
It shines by Thy command. The present moment flies,
And bears our life away;
O make Thy servants truly wise,
That they may live today. Since on this wingèd hour
Eternity is hung,
Waken, by Thine almighty power,
The agèd and the young. One thing demands our care,
O be it still pursued;
Lest, slighted once, the season fair
Should never be renewed. To Jesus may we fly
Swift as the morning light,
Lest life’s young golden beam should die
In sudden, endless night. |
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