Genesis 18

• [Gen 18:3] Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior

  Pass me not, O gentle Savior, Hear my humble cry; While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by. Refrain Savior, Savior, Hear my humble cry; While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by. Let me at Thy throne of mercy Find a sweet relief, Kneeling there in deep contrition; Help my unbelief. Refrain Trusting only in Thy merit, Would I seek Thy face; Heal my wounded, broken spirit, Save me by Thy grace. Refrain Thou the Spring of all my comfort, More than life to me, Whom have I on earth beside Thee? Whom in Heav’n but Thee? Refrain

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• [Gen 18:19] Father Of All, Thy Care We Bless

  Father of all, Thy care we bless, Which crowns our families with peace; From Thee they spring, and by Thy hand They are, and shall be still sustained. To God, most worthy to be praised, Be our domestic altars raised; Who, Lord of Heaven, yet deigns to come And sanctify our humblest home. To Thee may each united house Morning and night present its vows; Our servants there, and rising race Be taught Thy precepts and Thy grace. So may each future age proclaim The honors of Thy glorious Name, And each succeeding race remove To join the family above.

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• [Gen 18:25] Whate’er My God Ordains Is Right

  Whate’er my God ordains is right: His holy will abideth; I will be still whate’er He doth; And follow where He guideth; He is my God; though dark my road, He holds me that I shall not fall: Wherefore to Him I leave it all. Whate’er my God ordains is right: He never will deceive me; He leads me by the proper path: I know He will not leave me. I take, content, what He hath sent; His hand can turn my griefs away, And patiently I wait His day. Whate’er my God ordains is right: His loving thought attends me; No poison can be in the cup That my Physician sends me. My God is true; each morn anew I’ll trust His grace unending, My life to Him commending. Whate’er my God ordains is right: He is my Friend and Father; He suffers naught to do me harm, Though many storms may gather, Now I may know both joy and woe, Some day I shall see clearly That He hath loved me dearly. Whate’er my God ordains is right: Though now this cup, in drinking, May bitter seem to my faint heart, I take it, all unshrinking. My God is true; each morn anew Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart, And pain and sorrow shall depart. Whate’er my God ordains is right: Here shall my stand be taken; Though sorrow, need, or death be mine, Yet I am not forsaken. My Father’s care is round me there; He holds me that I shall not fall: And so to Him I leave it all.

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